Pushing it further

I love abusing metaphors. But! That is completely irrelvant to what I actually intend to say. Pushing the Sky has now been settled for a good month, and it’s time to slowly expand the sprawl. Two plans I’ve hatched already are a forum and a Japanese version of the blog. What I’d like is a small indication of how much interest there is in either of these – more so the forum.

The Japanese blog is to get me to keep my Japanese ability somewhere near practised, and it will be more than just a pure translation – indeed, I hope that most of the time it isn’t a translation, but rather a different expression of ideas because of the language they’re being expressed in. That and I don’t think my Japanese is quite good enough.

So, the forum: chances are I’ll put it up regardless just to bring some variety to the site, as well as provide a forum for conversation, but I know how hard my pervious attempt at forums stagnated. Is there interest?

iPod Anniversary

Technically, yes, this is infact the 13 month iPod anniversary, but what with being away for a sum total of 1 month under repairs (approximately & exactly) I consider this the culmination of a year’s worth of iPod use. (and the end of the warranty…) And that also means it sums up my music of 2005…
So in a year, I estimate at an average of 3 hours of playtime a day I’ve got over 1000 hours of use out of it. At an average of 4 minutes a song that’s nearly 15,000 plays, or 3 times through the entire library at its current size, although I did start the library with only 3500 songs. Obviously the play count is not spread evenly, so my top 5 songs of 2005 by iPod play are:

  1. Artful Dodger – Summer Jam ft. Craig David
  2. Hinouchi Emi – Crying
  3. Lumidee – My Last Thug
  4. Cake – The Distance
  5. Illaria Graizano – I Can’t Be Cool

Given that not a single one of these songs, as far as I’m aware, is a 2005 release, it appears my music tastes are “maturing” (read: getting stuck in the past). No. 7 however was Mariah Carey’s We Belong Together, which is the top 2005 song of my list, so my tastes are still kinda with it. I think.

The price I paid was $550, and accessories come out to $70, so that’s roughly 62 cents an hour, or 4.13 cents a song. All up, a happy investment =)

Notes (edited)

Fun With Dick and Jane: not actually all that much fun as is promised. Hilarious in some bits, but Jim Carey is just so Jim Carey at times and you want him to sit down. 3 stars.

Memoirs of a Geisha looks suitably fantastic. Never having read the book despite all promises to myself to, I wouldn’t know how close it is to the original, but it promises drama and high tension. Need someone and somewhere arty to go see it to get the atmosphere right.

– Australia, if you’re going to defeat every cricketing nation that comes before you, at least have the compassion to get it over and done with quickly. Don’t stretch it out and make like there’s some hope. Some of us can’t stand the tension.

– With nothing particularly exciting going on, there’s not much to blog about. Learning guitar, reading Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus and 7 Habits of Highly whatever People simply because THERE IS NOTHING ELSE LEFT TO READ. And I am a book addict. Listening to my music library over again on the iPod after reloading it in Sydney (have just realised an audiobook is on the pod but have not started it. must hop-to.) And um yeah stuff. Missing y’all – what with Fay and Peter both out of country, suddenly people who call me outta the blue is down to like nil. Miss ya, Fay, if you ever get to read this. Peter man, hope Japan is all it was promised to be.

edit: Another realisation! These long 3 years at uni, I totally neglected my CSSE guys & gals. They’re awesome people, the guys open and fun-loving, the girls cute and gorgeous with a stable attitude to life (can’t underrate how valuable that is to me) – these people, to be my future coworkers & collegues, and I what did I do? I spent most of my time hanging around a bunch of old high school friends, pretending to be part of that old-skool clique. the things I miss out on. lé sigh. [totally forgot how I was going to write this in my post-midnight epiphany, but it’s close enough anyway.]

The Curse of the Mobile Phone

We’d just developed an ettiqute for the direct connected phone (as opposed to operator connected) when along came a very useful little device most of us carry around called the Mobile Phone, or Cell(ular) phone. These devices are evolving as quick as computer technology – in many ways they are computer technology – but I’m still waiting for a set of gentleman’s (gentlepeople’s) rules to be established regarding their use.

Now, we all recognise how useful these things are. If you’re lost, you don’t even have to look for a payphone: you just pull the mobile out of your pocket, call someone with directions and find your way. You can take care of a hundred things while on the move, spending time far more efficiently – get a handsfree and see how much of a difference it makes. But people, what we seriously have to address is the primacy of the mobile phone these days. They’re everywhere. And their ringing demands instant attention. That’s what’s bugging me.

The only rule we have regarding mobile use is that it’s off, or at the very least silent, at the movies. A common courtesy. But on outings, dinners, parties, anything, it’s fair game. The caller doesn’t know what position the callee is in, usually, but he does know that he’s got an instant line to the callee, wherever he may be. In the case of a doctor or other emergency related personel, fair enough. That’s where it started really – pagers and the old brick-sized phones for those people and business people on the road e.g. plumbers. But I confront you with a potentially very common situation these days: you are at a restaurant or cafe, and you are chatting with a friend. Suddenly a call comes through, and because the mobile is ringing with this incessant tone that just demands attention, the callee will pick up. He starts talking – however brief – to the person on the other end of the line, at some distance away. Meanwhile, you, at first remove, right across the table, are now sitting there with nothing to do but look around and try not to look too awkward. (I like to think in computer terms, and in this case it’s like the caller has a higher priority and thus interrupts the current process. geeky, I know. won’t happen again.) If this hasn’t happened to you before, it’s only a matter of time, and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

Basically, what I’m grasping to say is that the mobile somehow has become an override for whatever is going on around you, and that is just in-your-face rude. It’s an emergency line to you – but how often do you really need it? I’ve really started reconsidering when I take my phone along and when I don’t, and when I should put it on silent and ignore all its rumblings, because I acknowledge it’s rude. There’s a parallel to people who talk on phones all day – e.g. my mum on occasion, who is easier to talk to some days by calling her up than trying to find her and talking to her while she’s on the phone with someone else.

Really do love ya, Mum.

In the end, I think the silence of the cinema needs to be extended to the approrpiate social arenas, such as parties (don’t plan another party at someone else’s. height of rudeness) or restaurants when out with friends. Hang up as soon as practicable if the call simply must be taken, but please, for the love of the person/people you are out and about with, don’t be sittin’ on the mobile and chattering away for minutes. It’s just not cricket.