After seeing Darren Aronofsky’s new film yesterday afternoon (certainly in my top five for the year), I’ve been thinking a bit about age/life/death/monkey surgery. Nothing too heavy, certainly not enough to turn into a long-winded post.
I noticed something today while I was pushing up some photos I took yesterday. This was a self-portrait I took of myself over two years ago, in October of 2004:
This is me yesterday:
I’m not sure what caused it – the make of the camera? the red monochrome filter? the hair that’s nearing the length it was in high school? the face I’m making? – but I look younger, and that freaks me out.
I’m older than I’ve ever been, and now I’m even older.
You will be forgiven for forgetting – what with the Wii and the PS3 launches – that Singstar Rocks (the US version, anyhow) shipped last week. I posted about the tracklist previously. $50 gets you two microphones, 30 songs, and the ability to torture your cat by rocking out to Bloc Party.
The interface remains mostly unchanged from the UK version of Singstar Rocks. One thing I don’t recall being in the UK version (maybe this is in other version) is a “rap meter”, which appears at the very least in Summertime. Also, the menu music has changed.
(Thanks to Katie for the somewhat embarrassing picture.)
If you’ve posted your code on a blog that I traditionally read, it will undoubtedly get added on its own. If you want to leave me a comment and I have a pre-existing relation with you, that works too. If I don’t know you at all and you leave me your code, chances are I will ignore your comment.
I came home tonight to a faint scent that I could not place. It smelled warm – perhaps my landlord had decided today was the day to turn on our heat. Our heaters are electric, and they always smelled a bit odd.
I did not take the hint that my iMac was off, even when I knew full well that it was still alive and online not 90 minutes beforehand. I rebooted without thinking.
The message struck home when I got up thirty minutes later and noticed that it, again, was off. This time, I sat and watched it reboot. The login screen appeared normally, but not a second after I attempted to type, boom. Darkness. I subsequently pulled open the casing and, while I could not locate any particular source of the damage, the burning smell was confirmed to be coming from somewhere on the motherboard; most likely, a blown capacitor.
There is some irony to this. I have been aware that due to my technolust, I have what has been deemed by others to be an absurd upgrade cycle for my hardware. Alternating every year, Katie or I have replaced our primary hardware:
2000 – I purchase a Mac Cube. It actually held up terribly well. 2001 – Katie receives her first iBook, a G3/500. 2002 – I received my iMac G4 as a graduation present. 2003 – Katie replaces her iBook with an iBook G4/800. This is the first Mac hardware we purchase on our own. 2004 – I replace my iMac G4 with an iMac G5/1.8GHz. 2005 – Katie replaces her iBook G4, which had now ground to a halt, with another iBook G4/1.42GHz. This happens enough in advance of the introduction of the MacBook that I don’t feel completely shafted.
This year was the year I had promised to break this cycle. The year I was sure my iMac G5 was not going to start feeling uncontrollably slow, even while I picked up a MacBook Pro at work and had a very direct comparison with the latest and greatest.
But no, the hardware had to die through natural causes. Now my hand has been forced, and I will be trekking to the Apple Store this weekend to take what has become a mandatory upgrade.
Dan Dickinson is a 32 year old living in Jersey City, New Jersey. By day, he works at the intersection of collaborative technologies, education, web development, and medicine. By night, he's a soccer journalist. He loves nostalgia, minutiae, and introspection. This has been his primary (vivid) weblog since February of 2000.