Now what I’d really like is a phone with a camera, that could send pictures as email attachments to my weblog. That would rock!
What sucks though is that email over SMS only allows 134 characters, which makes for a very small writing surface. Gotta fix that…
A complaint of many /.’ers is that typing on a phone sucks. My Nokia has a predictive text feature that makes typing quite easy…
Just scanned the /. thread about cell phone blogging. We already have this. I typed this post on my Nokia 6360 and sent it via email.
Just to give you a small idea of what I’ve been dealing with in my own place over this last weekend, here’s a “before” picture of my kitchen. There’s still lots more to do.
Let’s just say that working on Dave’s garage was a refreshing break from working on my own apartment.
It’s well on its way to wonderful. Pictures will be forthcoming…
Jeff Cheney and I went down to Dave’s on Sunday and helped him (nearly) finish up clearing out his garage. Being in “spring cleaning” mode myself, I’m working my back something fierce, and I’ll feel it in the morning.
There’s something really fun about throwing out old stuff, even if it’s someone else’s… Of course the throwing itself is fun, but it’s much deeper than that…
Often for myself (and also for lots of people I know), carrying stuff around is about endings, but frequently we don’t realize it until we have to toss it in a dumpster.
The things we carry around for the sake of nostalgia signify points in our lives where something ended. The tendency to dwell on the history associated with objects, recalls how a time in our lives ended, or how we saw the end of an experience approaching. It’s easy to use these memories to define ourselves, but it can also be self-deceptive…
The catch is that with every ending there’s also a beginning, and the memories we carry around with us have little or nothing to do with real-world beginnings or endings.
In fact it’s our beginnings which are most important. The beginnings we make every day make a huge difference — the attitudes we take into our relationships with people, the way with which we approach our missions and goals, the ways we express our needs and react to those of others, the commitment we have (or don’t have) to living our lives…
I threw out a whole lot of stuff over the weekend, some of which was mine, some of which was Dave’s, and a lot of which wasn’t either. I feel better.