I like how Texas = Canada.
And, oddly, D.C. = New Zealand.
Odd how personal a personal computer can be:
Watching someone else use your computer is like watching a drunk Orangutan solve a Rubix cube. They have no idea what they’re doing and you wish they’d just hand you the damn thing so you can do it yourself.
I’d like to add that getting netbook doesn’t really have Phase One. It’s ultra light and portable — but you get used to that, and now I think it’s not so light but I don’t understand how people carry around laptops. Software-wise, it’s just Windows XP for petessake. (Yes, I know, I should put a netbook remixed Linux on it, and I’ll do that soon, but I’m lazy.)
And my desktop has been in Phase Three so long it’s ready to graduate to Phase Four. I’m open to refurbing and accepting donations of unused post-9/11-era computers.
I gave blood Saturday at the local church. There is a trail that dead ends within sight of the church but that last long stretch is a soggy field. Other than that the church has no walkable access to anything. It’s an island only accessible by car. (I politely made the suggestion that they connect the trail.)
That’s the problem with some suburban churches. Instead of physically connecting to the community, they are outposts of the highway that cause traffic on Sundays. Churches are meant to be spiritual centers for a community, but what if they were actually a center for the community. What if churches acted more like the churches of olden times and became focal points of towns? Instead of people being segregated by what church they go to, they could be brought together by what church they live next to, in addition to the church they go to.
That’s why this idea posted on GGW is so alluring.
No, Facebook. You’re the only one confused because you’re not sure which products to market to me.
This is great. But for all the people who can do this (and the many who can but don’t), there are plenty more who can’t because of where they live.
Something tells me that neither of these authors live within lower-income brackets and thusly they have chosen to live in the expensively-priced walkshed of rapid rail. As long as you can afford a million-dollar rowhouse, condo fees, or Metro-accessible rent, you can save money commuting so that you can put a Porche in your garage. AWESOME. EVERYONE SHOULD TRY THAT.
Early adopters have to be rich, and this guy’s wisdom applies to everyone who lives within walking distance of a Metro station. But had he been relegated to a bus corridor, he wouldn’t be in the position to sing transit’s praise.
If you aren’t gonna fix ‘em, might as well repurpose them as mock art. (Via GGW.)
Which reminds me kinda of proposals to turn the abandoned streetcar subway under Dupont Circle (a really big pothole?) into an underground art gallery (or museum or bike station or, uh, a streetcar subway).
