I Phone, I Talk, I Chat...

Lately Apple has been all action and no talk. And normally that would be a good thing. With all the bangin' new products they are offering. But in this instance I want talk, all talk. Steve Jobs, where's my phone? I've done Nokia, Samsung and Treo to name a few, but none of them want to get down with my Mac. They just don't play well with Apple. And don't get me started about the interface whacknness. Maybe it's a guy thing, you know boys and their toys... But hey, I am not alone in this. Legions of "fan-boys" have resorted to all means of desperate measures, blogging - ad nuaseum, starting rumors and bold face lying about this non-existing product. The geekiest expression of all of this has to be the hours spent creating 3-d renderings and full blown almost broadcast quality commercials (see above, this one's flawless). What is Apple waiting for? Imagine as a guy women wanting you soooo bad that they lie to other women about you, they create powerpoint presentations about your unseen wonders and then they create full scale replicas of you to show off and adore the mere thought of you one day popping up. Wow, can I get an iPhone cologne? It seems to me Apple is busy "not just doing nothing" creating the best possible product. They don't always hit the mark, but they often hit the ball clear out of the park! I just want this one really bad. In the meantime I'll placate myself with building my to scale model of the iPhone complete with widgets and Apple application dock.
modern man

Are you that guy?

Now that I clearly see "40" land I've begun to wonder who am I? Am I that guy? To old for the club. I don't go clubbing any more, I've been bored with that scene since my late 20's. But can I go to the club and still fit? Or would I be that old guy in the club. How does this happen? When do you become that guy? I mean we have had great emissaries, the likes of Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt (minus Angelina) and a few others who have hit the 40 mark unscathed and doing some of their best work. I've heard rumors of 40 being the new twenty, but am I just keenly aware of this sort of talk. Granted I find my life better that ever. I have more money, more knowledge, more vacations, more respect, more meaningful work and more fun than any point in my life. But where is that slip? When does one find himself in the proverbial Gremlin car wearing tight ass trousers using dated slang. Maybe the lucid realization that there is such a place prevents an oblivious romp into the land of tight ass pants. Today’s culture is so guided and decided by design and visual presence. It’s tough for a guy to know who is to himself, let alone what the rest of the world sees him as. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter what “Guy” you are be the f*ck out of that guy. Be the punk! Be the hood! Be the mullet! What I mean by this is if you are the fashion fan-boy, rock that sh*t homey. What I find is, it’s the character and that honesty that people truly dig. If you are the crouch crunch kinda guy, then do you, you have nothing, literally to hide.
modern man