Memorial Day commemorates U.S. soldiers who died while in the military service. With that in mind, this blog’s usual antics and geekery have been put aside for the day.
Having lived in Lake Ronkonkoma for a full year now, I’ve decided to pay tribute to a local war hero, Navy Seal Lt. Michael Murphy, who was awarded the congressional medal of honor.
The Cassini Equinox Mission is a NASA four-year mission to explore the Saturn System via the Cassini spacecraft. There is a terrific article in the Boston.com website highlighting some of the images sent back.
I’ve had this weird nostalgia for the “Golden Age of Hollywood“; a time before reality TV, celebutards, and obscure celebrity. I wish I lived during the time when movies relied on plots instead of special effects. Movies like Avatar, were visually spectacular but had weak story lines. Avatar was popular because of the gimmick of 3D. It’s not the only movie that is guilty of this. Lots of movies are. The creative art of story telling through moving pictures is all but gone.
Perhaps I’m also disillusioned by the constant “in-your-face” coverage of celebrities that don’t really do anything. I’m tired of seeing these celebs schlep to the grocery store in sweats for a non-story, and I miss the glamor that Hollywood once was. The Mystique is gone.
The days of the sultry Merilyn Monroe, the suave Dean Martin, the brooding James Dean, and “The chairman of the board” Frank Sinatra are behind us. Gone are the suits, and Hollywood glamor, exchanged for scruffy goatees and track suits.
I’ve been watching a lot of TCM movies recently, and Disney’s Hollywood Studios does a great job of capturing the nestalgia
Rosie and I went Hiking at Connetquot River State Park yesterday.
This is only the second time we’ve been hiking there, even though it’s so close to our home:
check out the google map You’ll notice how close Lake Ronkonkoma is to the top part of the Connetquot River State Park on the map.
We’ll absolutely make sure we get there more this summer, as we’re doing a lot more hiking on Long Island.
Sheldon Likes Ubuntu? BAH!!! Beginners Linux I say. Fedora Project
Being a social media expert is the perfect job for a talentless, lazy person who likes to twitter, facebook and myspace all day.
Anytime I’ve ever seen a job description that looks like this:
A social Media expert has the ability to unleash the marketing potential locked within every day conversations around the company’s brand, companies Representatives, and company’s Consumers leveraging their knowledge and experience with social strategies, trends, and best practices. This position will serve as a catalyst to drive innovations specifically in the area of social. The Social Manager will be responsible for driving social marketing expertise within the Digital Content, Community, and Social Media team as well as helping to develop innovative social strategies to meet and exceed company’s business objectives.
I think to myself .. WTF does this person actually DO? How is this even quantifiable? Rather then try to get people talking about your product, by hiring people to blog/discuss/”get buzz”/tweet about your product, why don’t you just build a good product? Good products naturally become part of the vernacular.
These are products, that became verbs or nouns:
I’ll google that thing.
go xerox this paper please.
Do you have a Kleenex?
I ran out of Q-tips, do you have any?
They were good innovative products, that’s how they did it. They didn’t create “false buzz” by having to hire people to talk about them. This is crazy. Check out #5 here
Neil Armstrong sets both the President and Senate straight about the space program. Neil Armstrong is one of my heros, he compromses nothing.
So for the most part I generally put my age out of my mind. This is how I deal with getting older:
I don’t cope well with some things. So, I’m not even 40 for a month yet, and I was at the gym bench pressing, when <BAM> I hear a snapping noise and the pain in my shoulder was unbearable. If I didn’t have someone spotting me, I’d have eaten the 275lbs. that I was holding up over me. This sort of thing has never happened to me before. I’ve been training with weights for 20 years (I hate saying I’ve done ANYTHING for 20 years it sounds like a long time). I’m hoping this was just a freak thing. I went home and iced it up. I considered going to the hospital, but it started feeling a little bit better. So I have full range of motion, it’s just sore as hell. I guess it’s probably a pulled muscle. I’ll give it a day or two to see if it still hurts before going to the doctor. I’m hoping this isn’t the beginning of me falling apart.
Here is 1 GB of disk space in 1980 Vs. 1 GB of storage in 2009
