Friday, May 22, 2009
Do you really want to hurt me?
I have a friend who is so hard on himself he needs a safe word when he masturbates.
CPK
It occurs to me that I have eaten at the California Pizza Kitchen twice in the past month.
Neither time was I actually in California.
Neither time was I actually in California.
Seattle, post intelligence
The Seattle PI closed but I have some post visit intelligence to share. I never got around to commenting much on the Seattle trip and wanted to send a few loving jibes to Mike and Bill.
So Mike and I were good friends a hundred years ago when I lived in Nashville and he briefly relocated there. I hadn't seen him since (so, like 10 years or more had passed). He was way cool and picked me up at the airport, I got a mini tour, and we chilled a little at his place before meeting Seattle Bill for dinner.
Mike referred to his place as the Crack Shack, and I thought he was just being self deprecating. Wow. Not with the so much. He bought the place years ago and has done some work to it, such as re-dry walling the living room and putting a new window in the front of the house, but he never really finished it.
He's the Crack Shack from the street:
No so bad at a glance. But a bit different from the houses across the street.
Mike's home does have a lovely Japanese magnolia out front.
It's a lovely tree. Here's the thing. It wasn't there when he moved in, and he never planted it. When he moved in , the front yard was a zen rock garden. He just never cared for it. Wild seeds took root and some made it to full grown trees and shrubs.
There were a few wild flowers (seeded I imagine from his neighbor's garden).
The rest of the greenery is knee-high dandelion weeds.
As I looked closer, I could see the bed of pebbles beneath from the original rock garden.
And when I questioned the plastic tiger toy half buried in the brush,
he merely said, "Oh, that was there when I moved in."
Oh yeah, Mike also houses/cares for about 20 feral cats in his garage.
I am not making this up.
What is at odds is that Mike has great taste. While for his own home, once the large television and surround sound were installed, he considered himself done.
But for Seattle Bill, and his immaculate, perfectly styled apartment, Mike is the Interior Design Enabler. Bill's decorator calls Mike his dealer, as expensive home furnishing and remodels are Bill's drug habit. (I'm not sure this is an improvement over the expensive watch habit that once sent him to rehab.)
Seattle Bill lives in a swank high rise and has a definite sense of style (he moved to a lower floor a couple of years ago because he felt too removed from life on the ground, which I think is cool).
He has been trying to remove all "things" from his life. His entire DVD collection is now in sleeve wallets housed in two small leather boxes. He has purged his home of books.
Except, of course, for these:
And all I could do was quote Auntie Mame, "Books are so decorative..."
I had to laugh at the extent of his minimalism. His refrigerator had only a few bottles of Pellegrino (he does travel for months at a time), and this is what his kitchen cupboards look like:
Bill laughed at me when I took a picture of his balcony. He, in all seriousness, refers to this as his "garden."
And he has a gardener.
Gotta love it.
Other Seattle notes—
The Emerald City Hoedown host hotel was the red Lion downtown. It was quite expensive, but wonderfully located. Mere blocks from the Pike market and in the middle of the central shopping zone. I liked that I could get both LV and Gucci in the same frame.
They took me on another little tour, and even over to Bellevue and points beyond. The Mountain came out and it was very, very cool. I don't know how many times I've been to Seattle and I'd seen Mount Rainier only once before.
(But it doesn't show too well in the pic.)
The late winter made for late tulips, and I got there just as most of the state was in bloom. The Pike Place Market was exploding with color.
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Mike and Bill also took me to the Space Needle for dinner, and I will say it was so much fun. I had never been. The weather was perfect for views, and the Sky City restaurant was rather fine.
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The restaurant's signature dessert was a scoop of ice cream with chocolate sauce and a strawberry served suspended over dry ice. I don't remember what it is called, but it had a cutesy thematic name. I had to have it.
The Emerald City Hoedown itself was quite fun. I was a little disappointed in the turnout as I am accustomed to the masses at the Stompede, but it was a good dancing crowd and nice people.
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On the first night one of the visiting instructors (the last guy on the right) asked me to dance but made me follow. I am a much stronger lead, but happily acquiesced to dance with him. He is a strong lead, but I didn't have enough time to learn his signals and style of dancing before he spun my on an inside turn and I whipped back just close enough and fast enough to clock him in the mouth with my elbow.
He had a cut and a fat lip the rest of the weekend. Sorry buddy.
Shouts out to Head Ho Klint who made my stay very enjoyable.
To Jack, whom I know from work and Sundance Saloon, and who happened to be in town for the death of his estranged father and came out to dance.
and finally to my adorable dance partner and BFF for the weekend, Shana.
Facebook rundown of the weekend.
Flicker sets: Mike's place, Space needle and such, Friday, Pike market, Emerald City Hoedown
So Mike and I were good friends a hundred years ago when I lived in Nashville and he briefly relocated there. I hadn't seen him since (so, like 10 years or more had passed). He was way cool and picked me up at the airport, I got a mini tour, and we chilled a little at his place before meeting Seattle Bill for dinner.
Mike referred to his place as the Crack Shack, and I thought he was just being self deprecating. Wow. Not with the so much. He bought the place years ago and has done some work to it, such as re-dry walling the living room and putting a new window in the front of the house, but he never really finished it.
He's the Crack Shack from the street:
No so bad at a glance. But a bit different from the houses across the street.
Mike's home does have a lovely Japanese magnolia out front.
It's a lovely tree. Here's the thing. It wasn't there when he moved in, and he never planted it. When he moved in , the front yard was a zen rock garden. He just never cared for it. Wild seeds took root and some made it to full grown trees and shrubs.
There were a few wild flowers (seeded I imagine from his neighbor's garden).
The rest of the greenery is knee-high dandelion weeds.
As I looked closer, I could see the bed of pebbles beneath from the original rock garden.
And when I questioned the plastic tiger toy half buried in the brush,
he merely said, "Oh, that was there when I moved in."
Oh yeah, Mike also houses/cares for about 20 feral cats in his garage.
I am not making this up.
What is at odds is that Mike has great taste. While for his own home, once the large television and surround sound were installed, he considered himself done.
But for Seattle Bill, and his immaculate, perfectly styled apartment, Mike is the Interior Design Enabler. Bill's decorator calls Mike his dealer, as expensive home furnishing and remodels are Bill's drug habit. (I'm not sure this is an improvement over the expensive watch habit that once sent him to rehab.)
Seattle Bill lives in a swank high rise and has a definite sense of style (he moved to a lower floor a couple of years ago because he felt too removed from life on the ground, which I think is cool).
He has been trying to remove all "things" from his life. His entire DVD collection is now in sleeve wallets housed in two small leather boxes. He has purged his home of books.
Except, of course, for these:
And all I could do was quote Auntie Mame, "Books are so decorative..."
I had to laugh at the extent of his minimalism. His refrigerator had only a few bottles of Pellegrino (he does travel for months at a time), and this is what his kitchen cupboards look like:
Bill laughed at me when I took a picture of his balcony. He, in all seriousness, refers to this as his "garden."
And he has a gardener.
Gotta love it.
Other Seattle notes—
The Emerald City Hoedown host hotel was the red Lion downtown. It was quite expensive, but wonderfully located. Mere blocks from the Pike market and in the middle of the central shopping zone. I liked that I could get both LV and Gucci in the same frame.
They took me on another little tour, and even over to Bellevue and points beyond. The Mountain came out and it was very, very cool. I don't know how many times I've been to Seattle and I'd seen Mount Rainier only once before.
(But it doesn't show too well in the pic.)
The late winter made for late tulips, and I got there just as most of the state was in bloom. The Pike Place Market was exploding with color.
. . . . Mike and Bill also took me to the Space Needle for dinner, and I will say it was so much fun. I had never been. The weather was perfect for views, and the Sky City restaurant was rather fine.
. The restaurant's signature dessert was a scoop of ice cream with chocolate sauce and a strawberry served suspended over dry ice. I don't remember what it is called, but it had a cutesy thematic name. I had to have it.
The Emerald City Hoedown itself was quite fun. I was a little disappointed in the turnout as I am accustomed to the masses at the Stompede, but it was a good dancing crowd and nice people.
. . On the first night one of the visiting instructors (the last guy on the right) asked me to dance but made me follow. I am a much stronger lead, but happily acquiesced to dance with him. He is a strong lead, but I didn't have enough time to learn his signals and style of dancing before he spun my on an inside turn and I whipped back just close enough and fast enough to clock him in the mouth with my elbow.
He had a cut and a fat lip the rest of the weekend. Sorry buddy.
Shouts out to Head Ho Klint who made my stay very enjoyable.
To Jack, whom I know from work and Sundance Saloon, and who happened to be in town for the death of his estranged father and came out to dance.
and finally to my adorable dance partner and BFF for the weekend, Shana.
Facebook rundown of the weekend.
Flicker sets: Mike's place, Space needle and such, Friday, Pike market, Emerald City Hoedown
Gay Day at Great America
Okay, I've broken down. I'm going. And it should be a helluva lot of fun with Heklina, Exposé, and Andy Bell (erasure) performing.
I thought it was $40 advance, $50 door, but it's $60 advance, which sort of pisses me off. I am so broke after the last two months of travel and partying, and I have had a fun function every night this week which just added to the cash woes. Parking will be $25 tonight, and drinks I'm sure will be weak and cost around ten bucks.
They close the park and reopen it again for the Gay Day, which runs from 5:00 pm to 2:00 a.m. (rides stop at midnight, dancing continues). They kick out the kids and bring in the overpaying 'mos, and open the bar.
Which is why I was surprised to see this when I bought my ticket online:
Full bar, debaucherous 'mo's, and for ages three and up?
I thought it was $40 advance, $50 door, but it's $60 advance, which sort of pisses me off. I am so broke after the last two months of travel and partying, and I have had a fun function every night this week which just added to the cash woes. Parking will be $25 tonight, and drinks I'm sure will be weak and cost around ten bucks.
They close the park and reopen it again for the Gay Day, which runs from 5:00 pm to 2:00 a.m. (rides stop at midnight, dancing continues). They kick out the kids and bring in the overpaying 'mos, and open the bar.
Which is why I was surprised to see this when I bought my ticket online:
Full bar, debaucherous 'mo's, and for ages three and up?
Prop 8 ruling next Tuesday. What fate the cat?
And I'll be at the courthouse for jury duty, but unfortunately not the courthouse at City Hall.
Everyone was talking about the pending ruling with excitement last night, but it just fills me with anxiety. I think that the court will let the marriages performed stand, but accept the amendment to the state constitution. I'm not going to be happy, and likely feel abused and violated all over again.
As long as there is no ruling, it can be considered both good and bad, alive and dead.
Basically, for me, the Prop 8 ruling is Schrodinger's cat.
Next Tuesday they open the box.
Everyone was talking about the pending ruling with excitement last night, but it just fills me with anxiety. I think that the court will let the marriages performed stand, but accept the amendment to the state constitution. I'm not going to be happy, and likely feel abused and violated all over again.
As long as there is no ruling, it can be considered both good and bad, alive and dead.
Basically, for me, the Prop 8 ruling is Schrodinger's cat.
Next Tuesday they open the box.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I don't think you can be allergic to spelling bees
My pseudo-sister Margaret McAllister used to have one of these growing up and I thought it was so cool. I loved playing hangman. It's not entirely functional, but it is good for some nostalgia fun.
The virtual Speak & Spell.
Gleeful
I finally got a chance to watch Glee.
OMG. I love it, and I love the great buzz. Everyone else seems to love it too (well the fun people), which bodes well for a good fall season.
OMG. I love it, and I love the great buzz. Everyone else seems to love it too (well the fun people), which bodes well for a good fall season.
filing away
I've been doing lots of boring paperwork and filing today.
I keep thinking of an exchange between Xander and Giles on Buffy.
(Paraphrased)
Giles: How's that coming?
Xander: It would go a lot faster but I can't figure out your crazy librarian filing system.
Giles: My system? It's the alphabet.
Xander: Oh hey.
I keep thinking of an exchange between Xander and Giles on Buffy.
(Paraphrased)
Giles: How's that coming?
Xander: It would go a lot faster but I can't figure out your crazy librarian filing system.
Giles: My system? It's the alphabet.
Xander: Oh hey.
reVing up
Remember V? The alien invasion mini-series from the 80's? I remember being frustrated that I had to wait several years for the second mini-series to conclude the first one. And remembering being freaked out by Freddie Krueger as the "nice lizard alien" and the freaky ass birth of the lizard twin. Sure, the effects were lame, but it was fun. Anthony Edwards even used the actual lizard baby to shock his castmates on "er" one year during a particularly traumatic birthing episode (the makeup person still had it from her time on "V").
The War of the World's viris idea and the magical peace-loving twin were sloppy, hacked devices, but still, I have a nostalgic fondess for V.
And the remake looks pretty cool. And full of cool, pretty actors. (Although I still question why there is a remake.)
The trailer is out.
The War of the World's viris idea and the magical peace-loving twin were sloppy, hacked devices, but still, I have a nostalgic fondess for V.
And the remake looks pretty cool. And full of cool, pretty actors. (Although I still question why there is a remake.)
The trailer is out.
Nashville. Music. City.
Interesting national notes, so to speak, on Nashville as Music City.
I've always pointed out to visitors or those with only stereotypical perceptions of my hometown, that while Nashville is the home of country music, it is considered "Music City, USA," not "Country Music City, USA."
From Andrew Sullivan/The Daily Dish/The Atlantic: The Nashville Effect.
Now that knowing that, just take a glance at the music page over at the Nashville Scene. That's a lot going on. (Man, I do miss that. It's exhausting to try to take it all in, but it's such good stuff.)
And take a real read over here at the Scene's excellent and thorough coverage of the music industry: A power shift within Nashville's musicians union signals changing times on Music Row.
It's a fascinating read if you are interested in the artist business of the music business.
(Note: If you wondering about the photo, that's me and my old buddy Mike at Christmastime. Mike recently became the Associate Publisher of the Nashville Scene, which also oversees/publishes Nfocus. Love Mike. And his partner Kelly.)
I've always pointed out to visitors or those with only stereotypical perceptions of my hometown, that while Nashville is the home of country music, it is considered "Music City, USA," not "Country Music City, USA."
From Andrew Sullivan/The Daily Dish/The Atlantic: The Nashville Effect.
In 1970, Nashville was a minor center focused on country music. By 2004, only New York and L.A. boasted more musicians. The extent of its growth was so significant that when my research team and I charted the geographic centers of the music industry from 1970 and 2004 using a metric called a location quotient, Nashville was the only city that registered positive growth. In effect, it sucked up all the growth in the music industry.
While Nashville may not possess the size and scale of New York City, the celebrity-making allure of L.A., the top-40 hit-making appeal of Atlanta, or even the critical cachet of Austin or Montreal, across many genres it possesses the world's best writing and studio talent and the best recording infrastructure. Today, it's home to over 180 recording studios, 130 music publishers, 100 live music clubs, and 80 record labels. It's turned into the Silicon Valley of the music business, combining the best institutions, the best infrastructure, and the best talent. And, like Silicon Valley's broad reach across many high-tech fields from hardware to software, biotech to green energy, Nashville has become the center for multiple musical genres from country and gospel to rock and pop, attracting top talent from across the United States and the globe.
And take a real read over here at the Scene's excellent and thorough coverage of the music industry: A power shift within Nashville's musicians union signals changing times on Music Row.
It's a fascinating read if you are interested in the artist business of the music business.
(Note: If you wondering about the photo, that's me and my old buddy Mike at Christmastime. Mike recently became the Associate Publisher of the Nashville Scene, which also oversees/publishes Nfocus. Love Mike. And his partner Kelly.)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
DADT-Obama, WTF are you waiting for?
Dan Choi was one thing. It's been ruled that Obama has the authority to strike out the universally-agreed-upon-failure that is "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" on his own.
But are you kidding us with this?
The 18 year air force veteran wh is highly decorated and risked his life over and over for his country is being booted just shy of retiring on a full pension because he's gay?
Some stats:
88 Combat Mission
2,100 Flying Time
1,487 Fighter Hours
400 Active Combat Hours
From the Servicemembers Legal Defense Network:
How on earth does this serve the military or American interests?
Bull. Shit.
Obama has the authority to intervene here, and he damn well better.
Enough is enough. Whoever pursued this action is the one who should not be in the military. The U.S. military should be no place for cowards.
But are you kidding us with this?
The 18 year air force veteran wh is highly decorated and risked his life over and over for his country is being booted just shy of retiring on a full pension because he's gay?
Some stats:
88 Combat Mission
2,100 Flying Time
1,487 Fighter Hours
400 Active Combat Hours
From the Servicemembers Legal Defense Network:
Lieutenant Colonel Victor J. Fehrenbach, a fighter weapons systems officer, has been flying the F-15E Strike Eagle since 1998. He has flown numerous missions against Taliban and al-Qaida targets, including the longest combat mission in his squadron's history. On that infamous September 11, 2001, Lt. Col. Fehrenbach was handpicked to fly sorties above the nation's capital. Later he flew combat missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. He has received at least 30 awards and decorations including nine air medals, one of them for heroism, as well as campaign medals for Kosovo, Afghanistan, and Iraq. He is now a flight instructor in Idaho, where he has passed on his skills to more than 300 future Navy, Marine Corps, and Air Force weapons systems officers. Since 1987, when Fehrenbach entered Notre Dame on a full Air Force ROTC scholarship, the government has invested twenty-five million dollars in training and equipping him to serve his country, which he has done with what anyone would agree was great distinction.
How on earth does this serve the military or American interests?
Bull. Shit.
Obama has the authority to intervene here, and he damn well better.
Enough is enough. Whoever pursued this action is the one who should not be in the military. The U.S. military should be no place for cowards.
No Prop 8 ruling tomorrow
They dropped off barricades in teh Castro this morning just in case, but the CA Supreme's web site indicated that no ruling would be issued tomorrow.
Word is out that Mayor Newsom requested a postponement so it would not fall on the anniversary of the White Night riots after Dan White was given a slap on the wrist for murdering Harvey Milk.
A reasonable request, considering how fucking pissed off we're going to be if our equal rights are taken away.
Word is out that Mayor Newsom requested a postponement so it would not fall on the anniversary of the White Night riots after Dan White was given a slap on the wrist for murdering Harvey Milk.
A reasonable request, considering how fucking pissed off we're going to be if our equal rights are taken away.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Lance's new neighbors
My good buddy Lance lived at Dolores and 19th for ages (we crashed there frequently and referred to it as the Dolores Park B&B). Lance's place was next door to the big church at the corner. The church building changed ownership many times over the years and was usually filled with non-conforming use and often served as a homeless shelter and YouNameIt-Anonymous center. The place was never well cared for, and the Jerry-rigged wiring making a web on the exterior walls was frightening, as was the crumbling structure.
After years of neglect and failed turnovers, Lance was happy to learn that the church building was bought by the Academy of Art College.
Boing Boing has news on this property, with some pretty fancy and I can only assume photoshopped images. NEVER has this building looked so clean. The bricks actually look red in this photo, and anyone who has ever hung out in Dolores Park knows the church is darker and dirtier.
My whole life I have fantasized about converting a church building into a cool private residence, but I am low on the dough to take advantage of this offer.
The church is for sale as a private residence for a cool $10 million.
I hope they have properly renovated the place. And the photos look impressive if not digitally "enhanced." Ten million should get more than a fixer-upper. I don't care how actually cathedral the cathedral ceilings are.
After years of neglect and failed turnovers, Lance was happy to learn that the church building was bought by the Academy of Art College.Boing Boing has news on this property, with some pretty fancy and I can only assume photoshopped images. NEVER has this building looked so clean. The bricks actually look red in this photo, and anyone who has ever hung out in Dolores Park knows the church is darker and dirtier.
My whole life I have fantasized about converting a church building into a cool private residence, but I am low on the dough to take advantage of this offer.
The church is for sale as a private residence for a cool $10 million.
I hope they have properly renovated the place. And the photos look impressive if not digitally "enhanced." Ten million should get more than a fixer-upper. I don't care how actually cathedral the cathedral ceilings are.
Monday, May 18, 2009
pink globally, act locally.
I found this clip, put together by Gays.com for the International Day Against Homophobia (and Transphobia), moving and inspiring.
I can't help but remember how terribly, terribly isolated I felt growing up, and all through school, and even through college.
The Internet worked all sorts of miracles in creating a gay community. I never imaged in the impact of YouTube.
Just beautiful.
And Hey to ANT! (He pops up in here too.) Sorry I missed your visit while I was in Tennessee!
Oh yeah, the first guy says he is from Stirling, Scotland—where I studied abroad! I never knew there were gays there. Even with the giant, phallic Wallace Monument.
I can't help but remember how terribly, terribly isolated I felt growing up, and all through school, and even through college.
The Internet worked all sorts of miracles in creating a gay community. I never imaged in the impact of YouTube.
Just beautiful.
And Hey to ANT! (He pops up in here too.) Sorry I missed your visit while I was in Tennessee!
Oh yeah, the first guy says he is from Stirling, Scotland—where I studied abroad! I never knew there were gays there. Even with the giant, phallic Wallace Monument.
Friday, May 15, 2009
TGIF
Okay, the Week from Hell is basically over and soon I'll be free for super happy fun times, and of course finally blogging vacation stories.
As usual, there is a host of entertainment options this weekend, but tonight I think I will be opting for a three-phase plan:
Phase 1: Pound the 2-4-1s.
Phase 2: Eat.
Phase 3: Pass out/sleep by 9:30.
I'm exhausted.
Tomorrow night there are two mutually exclusive fun country options vying for my attention.
Option A: The first of the Rodeo Shopping Nights to go to the new Winner's Circle Western Wear out in Antioch. Some other corporation bought and closed Western Warehouse so those trips are gone. For the real rodeo folks, this time the 20% discount applies not only to western wear and boots, but also to tack and such. Facebook event details.
Option B: 77 El Deora with Misisipi Rider (and their CD release party) at the Starry Plough (Berkeley). Facebook event.
Okay, I loves my rodeo shopping nights, but it has been far too long since I got to take in a set of 77.
And I need a dose, and bad.
I'm happy to take along any other interested revelers. E-me for a ride (so to speak).
Also tomorrow if you can, stop by the Beer Bust at 440/Daddy's from 4:00 to 8:00— it's benefiting friend and fave bartender Ben Brower and his AIDS LifeCycle ride (Fb).
As usual, there is a host of entertainment options this weekend, but tonight I think I will be opting for a three-phase plan:
Phase 1: Pound the 2-4-1s.
Phase 2: Eat.
Phase 3: Pass out/sleep by 9:30.
I'm exhausted.
Tomorrow night there are two mutually exclusive fun country options vying for my attention.
Option A: The first of the Rodeo Shopping Nights to go to the new Winner's Circle Western Wear out in Antioch. Some other corporation bought and closed Western Warehouse so those trips are gone. For the real rodeo folks, this time the 20% discount applies not only to western wear and boots, but also to tack and such. Facebook event details.
Option B: 77 El Deora with Misisipi Rider (and their CD release party) at the Starry Plough (Berkeley). Facebook event.Okay, I loves my rodeo shopping nights, but it has been far too long since I got to take in a set of 77.
And I need a dose, and bad.
I'm happy to take along any other interested revelers. E-me for a ride (so to speak).
Also tomorrow if you can, stop by the Beer Bust at 440/Daddy's from 4:00 to 8:00— it's benefiting friend and fave bartender Ben Brower and his AIDS LifeCycle ride (Fb).
Votes for Chicken!
Vote early, and vote often.
Seriously, vote every day for Pollo Del Mar to compete in Ru Paul's Drag Race.
Seriously, vote every day for Pollo Del Mar to compete in Ru Paul's Drag Race.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
slingbox's outrageous fortune
The Slingplayer app is out for the iPhone, but AT&T's 3G network is so substandard, and the iPhone is so popular, that AT&T forced the company to prevent the application from using the 3g network to stream videos, despite the fact they allow it for other smartphones on the same network.
AT&T's move to block iPhone SlingPlayer from 3G is poppycock
Slingbox owners can now access their content from the convenience of their iPhone. The only problem is that AT&T has killed the app's access to its 3G network, hobbling an otherwise useful app and making its $30 asking price a little hard to swallow
From the article:
AT&T's move to block iPhone SlingPlayer from 3G is poppycock
Slingbox owners can now access their content from the convenience of their iPhone. The only problem is that AT&T has killed the app's access to its 3G network, hobbling an otherwise useful app and making its $30 asking price a little hard to swallow
From the article:
AT&T itself has repeatedly credited the iPhone for driving up its ARPU and wireless revenues for the last few quarters. In a sense, AT&T seems to be telling its most lucrative customers, "Thank you for paying us lots of money to use our network—just don't actually use it too much, mmkay?"
AT&T's goal of maintaining a good minimum service level for all 3G users is a laudable one, but cutting off 3G access to useful apps for its highest-paying customers (while allowing it for others) is a pretty lousy way to do it. AT&T needs to work harder on increasing the capacity of its 3G network to avoid having to cripple the functionality of the devices it sells.
which computer is right for you?
I am still annoyed at the for-hire advertisement posing as an editorial claiming that Apple computers are expensive because of some sort of "cool tax" and the ridiculous "if you can find it you can have it" fake computer shopping ads with actors posing as "regular people" looking for a laptop under a thousand dollars and therefore shunning the expensive MacBooks. The former article has been debunked and trashed over and over again, but lazy pundits continue to reference it.
The other Microsoft ads continue to plague the television waves (or rather cables now I suppose).
Apple has a new set of "Hi, I'm a Mac" ads targeting some of these deceptive Microsoft ads. The first touts that while there are many PCs, none come with the level of customer satisfaction and easy, available customer service that Apple provides. (And what cost that? Any answer translates to "worth it!") My favorite is the "Elimination" ad, parodying the "regular people"' actors looking for a specific set of features in their computers (and therefore finding the Apple's "too expensive.").
I credit the copy guys a lot for this one. The last line brings it home.
"Hi, I'm a Mac."
"I'm a Megan."
I want to work there.
The other Microsoft ads continue to plague the television waves (or rather cables now I suppose).
Apple has a new set of "Hi, I'm a Mac" ads targeting some of these deceptive Microsoft ads. The first touts that while there are many PCs, none come with the level of customer satisfaction and easy, available customer service that Apple provides. (And what cost that? Any answer translates to "worth it!") My favorite is the "Elimination" ad, parodying the "regular people"' actors looking for a specific set of features in their computers (and therefore finding the Apple's "too expensive.").
I credit the copy guys a lot for this one. The last line brings it home.
"Hi, I'm a Mac."
"I'm a Megan."
I want to work there.
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