Thursday, January 28, 2010
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
her windows vista PC and I began to realize how technology can pass us
by. I was trying to drag and drop her music into a folder and it
would just disappear and not end up where I wanted. For someone who
has spent decades with windows 3.1, 95, and XP, this was bewildering.
When you drag a file and drop it somewhere, it copies to that
location. After a little frustration, I realized that Windows Vista
was recognizing that I was copying music and put it in the "music"
folder instead, this was simply Microsoft trying to be "helpful".
These little changes will continue to compound until surely one day, I
will be an old person confusedly looking at a computer screen (or
perhaps image on a contact lens computer). I tend to think of myself
as a logical person who understands technology and is all up on
Facebook twitter etc... and yet I've found myself resisting Vista,
resisting Office 2007 (I just can't believe they got rid of the
structure of shortcuts in Excel). Will my resistance continue until
I'm a bewildered old man? Or will I just get a Mac at some point?
Monday, August 10, 2009
grammatically correct "lover lie down"? I think it's obvious that
Dylan's "lay lady lay" would have been significantly worse and more
confusing if he had chosen the grammatically correct "lie lady lie."
Obviously "lover lie down" sounds worse, but is that only because
we've heard the song sung incorrectly a million times or because of
the inherent sound difference? In a somewhat related story, I was in
a college a cappella group and we once went on a trip to India. We
performed at a small club in Mumbai and when we finished, we heard the
crowd begin to chant in unison. It took a second before we realized
what they were saying in their accented english...
"Once more time! Once more time!"
I've told this story so many times that my entire extended family and
group of friends will chant this if prompted despite being completely
disconnected from the story. Some of my family members don't even
know the story, but will still chant on. I've now heard the refrain
so many times that it now doesn't sound as hilariously incorrect as it
did that night in Mumbai. While I'm intellectually aware of the
error, that specific grammatical alarm bell no longer rings for me.
That house song "One More Time" can now be "Once more time" and I
would not protest.