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Evernote

Evernote is a service that I didn’t realize I wanted I gave it a shot.

It is, at the simplest level, a note taking service.  Now I call it a service because it’s not just an application.  There are multiple clients, but they all sync to a central server.  Meaning that I can use Evernote on my phone, on my Mac, on my PC at home, and on my computer at work, and access all the same notes.

It’s great.  I’ve been using it for grocery lists, to do items, things I find on the internet and basically anything that I think I will come back to at a later date.  Even if I don’t ever come back to it, I know that it’s accessible to me via search and tagging features.

And I haven’t even started to use the OCR capabilities of the site.  Basically, I can take a picture using my camera phone, say of a DVD and then Evernote’s servers will scan that picture for any text.  Then I can search for that text and find that picture.

So far, the service works very well, and I am hoping for a dedicated client for my phone sooner rather than later.

You ran into the other you

I’m wondering what it must have been like, the first time I tried to kill me.  I can’t imagine the frame of mind,

Even now, I’m replaying it in my head, the stark white face, the mirror image overexposed in such a way that it was almost translucent.

All I know is that one minute, I’m turning on the machine, and then a horrible screeching.

The only clue, a piece of paper he clutched in his hand.  In it was a simple piece of verse.

I ran into the other me,
His face was white as snow.
And everywhere and when I ran,
The Me was sure to go.

I’m afraid of what’s going to happen next.

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The Big Box

I have a large carboard banker’s box.  Within this box are hand written journals that I’ve kept since high school.  I haven’t written in a journal consistently over the last couple of years, and I think that’s a great loss on my part.

Without knowing where I’ve been, how can I see how far I’ve come?

Reading through them is often a bittersweet experience.  Especially during the high school years (Season One) where everything was melodramatic, characters were really shallow and character development took years.

But they are inspiring, and I’ll try to use some of them in the coming posts.

WWDC

So the WWDC came and went and I’m disappointed, as usual.  Still nothing compelling enough for me to buy into the iPhone as a service.  It’s like cable for me, I guess.  This monthly fee is in addition to the apps that I would have to pay money for anyway.

Gaming on the platform is right out of the question for me.  I just can’t do it.  I’ll see how things change once I upgrade to an iPod touch when I purchase the iMac later on this year.  I’ve given up on the 15″ MacBook Pro as my “go to” machine for browsing as it’s simply too hot and heavy (that’s what she said!) to do any reading or writing on a long term basis.

I’m thinking a netbook, since Apple didn’t announce a tablet of any sort.  Which is strange because they’re usually better at creating a need, and then filling it with a conveniently announced product.

iPhone.  Apple TV.  Time Capsule.

I’m imagining something Kindle sized with the multi touch and gestures found on the iPhone, iPod Touch and the multi touch trackpad. Wi-Fi, with an option for a data plan with AT&T.

Crap.  I didn’t know I needed it either until just now.

Spa World

If I have to talk about Spa World, I have to talk about nudity.  This is because nudity, while not the focus of the facility, is a crucial, unavoidable detail of the experience of Spa World.

Spa World is a Korean style bath house facility, and if you go, you will get naked.

And it is awesome.

I had a great time.  I didn’t think I was going to have a great time, I had my own cultural conditioning, hangups and body issues to overcome.  But it was the last chance to hang out with a friend who was leaving the country and I wasn’t going to miss out on seeing her before she left.

When I first got to Spa World, I wondered if we had come to the right place.  It’s two mirrored doors in a strip mall with a garish “SPA WORLD” sign hung up on the front of the facility.  Once I stepped inside, it was a different story altogether.  It is fancy.  No lie.  I was greeted by a long hallway that led to rows of small wooden lockers.  On the other side of a counter that had giant rocks in it, friendly hostesses greeted us in both English and Korean.

I looked outside at the black tarmac of the parking lot, and looked back in towards the dark wood and marble floors.  I walked towards the counter, in towards the spa, and left an entire culture on the other side of the door. Continue reading