Oh hell no
Plaxo plans to let friends keep track of their contacts’ Web surfing habits, paralleling a feature fuelling the rapid rise of Facebook, which allows users of all ages to create private networks to connect to their immediate friends. Watching and learning what your friends are doing on the Web—and being watched yourself—is today’s hottest online trend. — New York Times
And people wonder why I never join the online social networking sites. It’s because they pull crap like this. I love my friends, but I’m not turning my life into a fishbowl for you.
Erm. Beyond what I voluntarily do in this blog, obviously.
I know I am, but what are you?
“At the moment,” the mathematics announced, “I’m solving Schrodinger’s equation for every point on a grid of ten spatial and four temporal dimensions. No one else can do that.” — M. John Harrison, Light
Related only in the way one thought can set off another without much connection, why is it that people who behave abominably seem to feel that it is ok to, for example, verbally abuse another person — so long as they admit they are being rude?
“That’s just who I am,” they say. “I say it like I see it. Tough if you don’t want to deal with it.”
Which is as much to say: you must deal with me on my terms, because I refuse to deal with you on your terms. But it’s ok, you understand, for these people to be assholes. Because they admit their behavior. Because whatever it is they have to say is their opinion. Ergo: you can kiss or bite their ass, and it’s all the same to them.
And this is the world we live in.
Toyz
So, I bought a Subaru Forester. My old car wasn’t going to make it another winter, but this thing will last me ten years. Good deal all around, I think.
What’s not so good: the car is gray. Ugh. It’s getting a paint job next summer, I think.
This weekend it’s getting a new radio because while I can live with fugly gray, I can’t live without an iPod plugin. Well, I could. But I don’t want to. (My brother, when I asked him to help me drop off / pick up the car to get a new radio in: “But it comes with a new radio.” Me: “It’s the wrong kind of radio.” Him: “It’s a radio. How can it be wrong?” Me: “iPod.” Him: “You’re a geek.” Me: “Yes, yes I am.”)
Decisions, Decisions
Honda CRV (it has an iPod plugin…)
or Subaru Forester (no iPod plugin)
CRV (iPod)
Forester (no iPod)
Guess which one costs more? (Did I mention it has an iPod plugin?!)