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08
Sep
08

The life, and death, of Matt’s iPhone.

If you happen to be on my Facebook or MSN friends lists, you may have seen my user status.  My iPhone is no more.  It had a beautiful life – one which was cut unfairly short.  The story of the death of my iPhone is truly a tale of woe.  Let me start at the beginning.

I got my iPhone the day it came out, July 11, 2008.  I loved how slick and pretty it looked, and knew I would want to keep it that way.  However, none of the protective cases carried by Rogers seems satisfactory.  They had rubberized ones, that covered up the prettiness of it, those wouldn’t do.  They had leather ones, but those fit too tight, and made the phone difficult to get at.  Plus, I worried that if a small rock or piece of dirt got inside, the pressure of the case against the phone might cause the offending dirt to scratch the screen.  In the end, I decided to keep my phone in my pocket, and be very careful to keep it safe and clean.

in the middle of August, I made a trip to Vancouver, to see Radiohead in concert.  During this trip, James, Graham, and I made a trip to the Apple store at Pacific Centre.  As I browsed the cases I saw it.  the case of my dreams.  Leather casing, elastic strapping, to make phone easy to remove, but still securely held, a screen protector to ensure that the screen would remain safe from all of life’s little mishaps, cleaning cloth, and a belt clip that was adaptible with over 25 different clips available for purchase, to allow for all one’s clipping needs.  All for the very reasonable price of $24.99.  I was in love. I bought it on the spot, and my phone found its new place on my belt moments later.

I should have known trouble was brewing that evening.  I ghad been wearing my case all day, and after riding the ferry back to Victoria, had to return to my car before docking.  I drive a car that sits quite low to the ground, that requires one to bend a little more than normal to get in.  As I sat down, disaster struck – the clip broke completely off my iPhone case, and I watched as the phone dropped to the steel floor of the car deck.  I picked it up, and inspected the damage – the case was broken, but the phone was fine – and the case could be fixed.  I chalked it up to a learning experience, and the next day, used a significant amount of Krazy Glue to re-attach the clip to the case.  When all was said and done, the clip was fastened more securely than it was in the first place. The clip was never coming off again.

This is how things continued for the following month. my iPhone rode around on my belt, sitting happily and securely in its case, protected from all the dangers of the world.

Sunday, September 7th, 2008.  1:55 AM.  The day will live infamy.  It had been a great night.  It was Duncan’s birthday and we were out that the Strath, for a night of drinks and dancing.  My iPhone joined us for the fun, and,  nestled securely in its case, watched, as we shared rounds of shots and good times on the dance floor.  The night began winding down, and we decided that we ought to go find ourselves some pizza at a local late night pizza joint, frequented by those people who stumble into the cold night air, as the clubs shut their doors.   As we walked to the pizza place, I was challenged by another member of our group to a race.  Who could make it to the next intersection first?  Clearly I could, so I accepted, and began to run.  I failed to realize, however, that my iPhone was feeling the effects of this night of excess more than I was, and wanted no part in any such endeavour.  On the second foot-fall it unhooked itself from my belt, and sailed through the air towards the street below.  It landed, and used the force of the impact to free itself from the confines of its case. I watched in horror, as it skidded, screen-down, fifteen feet, coming to rest at the base of a lamp post.  I ran to its side, and picked it up, holding it gingerly, so as not to worsen it’s injuries.  The chrome rim of the screen had several scuff marks, and the screen protector was dinged and gashed, but the phone seemed mostly ok.  I tried to wake it, by pressing the home button, and reeled in horror at the site that presented itself.  Vertical lines, in rainbow colours. “NO!” I turned it off, and back on.  More brightly coloured vertical lines.  My iPhone was no more.  I turned it off, and placed it back in its case. Upon returning home, I lay it to rest in it’s usual spot, atop my PC tower.

So long, iPhone, we barely knew ye.

R.I.P.

Matt’s iPhone, July 11, 2008 – Sept 7, 2008

“A screen so vibrant, the world could not bear to keep it”

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05
Sep
08

I don’t have a problem with coffee, I have a problem without it.

For me, every day begins the same way. I drag my sorry ass out of bed, spend an inordinate amount of time trying (and failing) to wake up in the shower, brush my teeth, dress, and leave. On my way to work I hit Starbucks. Without the aid of my green-apron-wearing overlords, I’d never make it to lunch. Then, of course, at 3:30 every afternoon, the draggies set in, and it’s time for another cup. This wouldn’t be the end of the world if I could just drink coffee black; but that would be too easy. No, I’m a sucker for the espresso drinks. An iced venti non-fat, no-whip mocha is my poison. It’s reasonably low in calories, but still manages to include three (or more!) shots of espresso. Sensing that I was making too much headway on my weight-loss though, Starbucks introduced the blended lemonade this summer, and then informed me that I could add raspberry syrup to it, creating what might be described as a fruit-flavored mouth-gasm, without a hint of hyperbole. I don’t have the will power to stand against someting like that. Suffice to say I’ve spent more at starbucks this week than I have on parking… And I drove to work every day.

29
Aug
08

Man, I’m bad at this

It was pretty much a given that I was going to have a tough time keeping this blog up to date. Posting something to the Internet usually requires that it posesses some entertaining quality, and quite frankly, I’m not funny. What is funny, though, is this picture I shot on the clipper. At least they aren’t ashamed of their hot water.

21
Aug
08

Everything in it’s Right Place

Radiohead, Vancouver, 2008. No question, this was the single greatest concert I have ever been to. It rained from the moment Radiohead hit the stage, and was POURING.  HARD. by the time they played Paranoid Android, which made the lines, “Rain down, rain down/Come on rain down on me” all the more poignant.

Some pictures:  shot from my iPhone, which, regrettably means they look like ass.

Stage (and mini donuts!)

Stage (and mini donuts!)

Playing

Playing

Stars

Stars

From a little further back

From a little further back

Rainbows

Rainbows

GREEN!

GREEN!

Leaving Thunderbird Stadium

Leaving Thunderbird Stadium

Set List:

01. 15 Step (Thom, ‘We brought the weather with us.’)
02. There There (Thom ‘How do you like the rain? It’s ok, you’ll get used to it.’)
03. Morning Bell (Someone from the audience yells “CREEP!” – Thom, “You’re not going to hear that tonight.”)
04. All I Need
05. Where I End And You Begin (Thom, ‘Alright no one get hurt out there tonight’)
06. Talk Show Host
07. Nude (Thom addresses crowd surfers, ‘Take it easy guys! Its not fucking Rage Against The Machine.’)
08. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
09. The National Anthem
10. Bangers And Mash (Thom, ‘This is a nasty little song.’)
11. Faust Arp (during the middle of the song Thom tells a heckler, ‘Shut the fuck up, you’re not funny you just don’t get out much.’)
12. Videotape
13. Karma Police (Thom, ‘I think we are confused. This one is called Karma Police.’)
14. Jigsaw Falling Into Place
15. Just
16. Exit Music [For A Film] (someone yells out I love you Thom. Thom replies whilst singing, I love you too darling.’)
17. Bodysnatchers

Encore 1
18. House of Cards (Thom, ‘During this song you have to snog the person next to you.’)
19. Optimistic (Thom, ‘Ok we know its raining and that’s a bummer, but fuck it this is Optimistic.’)
20. You And Whose Army? (Thom, ‘That’s show business!’)
21. Planet Telex (Thom, ‘Thank you everybody.’)
22. Everything In Its Right Place

Encore 2
23. Reckoner (Thom, ‘Ok, this is for making you feel warm inside.’)
24. 2+2=5
25. Paranoid Android (Thom,’This is the last song and you the viewers get to choose- (YAY!) Between two songs(AWW). Idioteque or Paranoid Android?’ )

Greatest 2 hours and 20 minutes of my life.

19
Aug
08

The swift and the seething

I’m on the ferry over to Vancouver at the moment sitting at a table accross from the arcade. I’ve noticed it before, and it’s always struck me as funny. The driving game, “Faster than Speed”. The hell does that even mean? How can you be faster than speed? I wonder what the other games in the series are? “Bigger than Size”? “Louder than Volume”? “Older than Age”?

13
Aug
08

Please stand by…

The iPhone.  I love the thing, but mine seems to have a series of eccentircities.  In the wake of the 2.0.1 update I lost all ability to access the internet, and most of my apps stopped working.  As a result I spent an entire night backing up and restoring my phon eto get it all working again.  It works now, but like many other iPhones, my location functions are now best described as “unreliable”.  Last night I typed out a blog post, which is currently sitting on my phone, ready to go, and it WILL NOT upload.  I couldn’t get it posted last night because wordpress was seemingly down, and today it’s just telling me my post id is invalid.  Hopefully I can get things sorted out before too long, and get back to updating normally.

07
Aug
08

Running wild…

Kathleen was in town the other day, and looking great! She founded the 60 days of salad that graham and I were on earlier in the summer and she just kept going with it. Then started hitting the gym. Then running. It wasn’t long before I came to realize that I was going to have to follow suit if I was going to meet my weight goal, because my weight loss had hit a wall about 20 pounds above where I wanted to be. On Sunday she ran 5k. I ran 6. Monday she runs 6.5. This tweaks my competitive spirit, and not one to lose to a girl in a dick-waving contest, I do what my masculinity tells me to and take things way too far. Monday I run 12.5. Tuesday, I can barely walk, and stairs are my arch nemesis. Wednesday I’m back at it, 10k, including king George terrace, one of the nastiest hills in victoria. Today it was an 11.5k run to uvic and back… Via Richmond rd. To non-Victorians, this means I essentially had to run up Mt. Tolmie twice. And that’s just to get to uvic. About the time I got there I was swearing at myself for thinking it was a good idea, and I began womdering how I was going to get home. I still had 5k to go. But, as a man, I had to suck it up and carry on. Men may do stupid shit, but real men see it through to the end. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sooth my tired legs with a hot, lavender scented, bath.

Here’s my route.