It was one of those typical hospital sofas.
The rubbery, terrible green, squeak-when-you-move jobs. It was long enough for a couple of people to sit on, but too short for any normal sized person to lay down on. The cushions were made of some type of foam that probably should be reserved for things like dampening vibrations in car doors.
On that hospital sofa, on a Saturday morning, my family changed forever.
I re-wrote Rebecca Black’s song “Friday” as Good “Friday” for Holy Week. I’m not kidding.
It’s hard to get worked up about something as silly as a new product when so many are suffering. Prayers for those caught in this tragedy.
Maybe it’s because I’ve used video chat in the past on my Macs. Maybe it’s just because I just bought an iPhone 4 a few weeks ago. Maybe it’s because I’m a little dense sometimes. Whatever the reason, I just now came to realize what FaceTime is all about.
Right now, I’m sitting at the University of Memphis, cramming for a massive exam I have in the morning. My wife Merri just called me from her 4th-generation iPod touch, and I got to see and talk to her and our two kids, right from the palm of my hand. I could wave to our infant daughter, and see our two-year old son show me where his eyes, ears and nose are. Since I missed dinner with them, it was a great way to have just a moment to connect.
When Nokia wanted to convince the world that it would bring consumers “stellar hardware and innovative software and great services” in its partnership with Microsoft, it turned to Apple’s Mac-only iMovie to get word out, potentially violating the non-commercial use clause in Apple’s licensing agreement.
Sometimes, I think sites just post things like this for the traffic the keywords will generate.
I also think no one really gives a crap if Nokia used iMovie or not — including Apple.
All of a sudden, we’ve lost a lot of control. We can’t turn off our internet; we can’t turn off our smartphones; we can’t turn off our computers. You used to ask a smart person a question. Now, who do you ask? It starts with g-o, and it’s not God.
Our second-born:
