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My friend recently told me I had too many apps on my phone. Maybe, I said, but no harm in that. If you use it, even just once or twice, you might as well keep an application on there, right?
But there’s a word for it, he said, which is “overapplicated.” It means you’ve got too many for your own good. I disputed this fact, but he doubled down on me, saying that no, I was pretty much a textbook version of it. “You’re so effing overapplicated it’s not even funny,” were his exact words.
Then I started to read the icons on my phone and I said whaddya know? Guilty as charged, man, Guilty. As. Charged.
The camera application which I prefer to use on my iPhone is different than the built-in camera. It’s one in which you touch any part of the screen to take a picture instead of a single “shutter” button. It’s fine, except that it also means that in handling the camera – switching between hands, taking it in and out of my pocket, shoving it in my armpit as I fumble through my bag looking for something – the screen gets touched a lot. I think half of my pictures are of the accidental, oh-crap-I-thought–the-camera-was-off variety. But you know what? Some of them actually look kind of cool, especially when you gallery them. So I’m committing to this. If you need a wedding photographer and you don’t care if the pictures look like arbitrary screenshots from The Bourne Ultimatum, feel free to make me an offer.
Postscript from Chinatown: Signs that Seem Like They Should Mean Something Kind of Dirty but Probably Don’t
They say that tragedy plus time equals comedy. I’m going to go ahead and say that travel plus fatigue equals comedy also. I think that’s the only reason to describe why Matt Diffee and I snapped these pictures at the end of our trip to the Bay Area this week.
When I’m waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store, I like to flip though the magazines there. I don’t go for those gossipy Enquirer-type rags, though. I prefer an article that will give me something substantial to think about as I walk home: science or sociology or politics. My favorite magazine is the New England Journal of Medicine, because they always have timely and interesting topics, and it’s clear that they’ve done thorough research. Here are some of their recent topics:
UPDATE: I was just told that these are not from the New England Journal of Medicine at all, but from Cosmopolitan! So, I’m apparently not paying as close attention as I think I am. Crazy, right? This probably also explains why the supermarket clerks get annoyed when I ask them if there’s a designated area where I can try on my bowling shoes.
Was Jim Rice too black for Coca-Cola? Is A-Rod a cyborg? Why is Cal Ripken wearing dreadlocks? And did Gary Allenson ever exist? If you’re interested in the answers to these and other questions about the awkward greatness of baseball card design in the 1970s and 1980s, then head on over to the piece I wrote for Print magazine online. Then follow the link over to Imprint (the Print blog) for the interview I did with author Josh Wilker, who wrote the terrific Cardboard Gods, a memoir told through the lens of 1970s baseball cards. Unfortunately, a stale stick of chewing gum will not be included.
It’s good to be provocative sometimes, especially if you can get a conversation started about an important topic. I assumed that’s what Wired magazine was doing a few weeks ago with their “The Web is Dead” cover story, ironically announced online. It got people thinking: “what do they mean by that?” And so I was relieved to find out that, no, the internet isn’t really dead, but Wired had a point to make. Click here to continue reading full post