Especially on lame-o blog polls. Except this one.
Monthly Archive for February, 2009
I don’t know either, but he started his career in 1970. So I’m gonna say he’s Sixty. Yup, he’s a Baby Boomer, maybe even on the older edge of being a Baby Boomer.
A tech blog did a long interview with Craig Mundie whose title is Chief Research and Strategy Officer for Microsoft. His job is to sit around and daydream.
Mundie is a living portal of future technology, a focal point between thousands of scattered research projects and the boxes of super-neat products we’ll be playing with 5 years, 20 years, maybe 100 years from now. And he’s not allowed to even think about anything shipping within the immediate 3 years.
Long, long interview. Never once asked his age. And why is that? This guy is in charge future-creation for leading technology company in the world and he’s old, but it’s not part of the story?
He is setting the path for a future he won’t see.
It’s age discrimination. The Xer’s at Gizmodo are afraid that they may be wrong about Boomers not being tech-wise.
Tomorrow is Open That Bottle Night - Tenth Anniversary Edition.
Using Bitch As Rolling Pin
Nancy acquired, through gift or impulse purchase, I’m not sure which,
A bottle of wine with a label of Bitch.
Once a year, more if you like, you pick the special bottle of wine,
sitting behind the book with no spine.
Make a big deal out of it, fine dining meal before, or sit on the lawn,
Important thing: make sure it’s gone.
Why we save wine, well some people do, just doesn’t make much sense,
I’m pretty sure it’s putting up pretense.
We used to have, inherited it actually, a “fine bottle of wine,”
Really cool bottle, Liebfraumilch Lichtenstein.
Why we were saving it, you know you do to, waiting for the perfect event,
which never came because of unilateral dissent.
Open That Bottle Night, wino-files at WSJ.com wrote, was the perfect excuse
to crack the cork on the grapey booze.
Saturday, February 28, that’s tomorrow my friends, about mid-afternoon
I’ll serve the Bitch and watch her swoon.
As we were barreling through the streets of Smallburg, I was more aware than ever that where I place my hand when I drive blocks me seeing the speed-o-meter. I have my right hand at 10 o’clock. The left dial on the Hemispherical blockhead Dodge Magnum RT is the speed-o-meter. Therefore I don’t have any idea how fast I am going.
The dial next to the speed-o-meter is the tach-o-meter. That is blocked by many important notes or coupons that I need to remember or use. Sticky notes don’t do well when the dash is covered with dust and dog hair.
I only bring this up because I feel a speeding ticket coming on. The coppers are out in force on streets that I use regularly. It’s just a matter of time and I was trying to come up with a good story for the coppers.
Having my hand over the speed-o-meter probably wouldn’t work, but I wondered, where do you put your hands when you drive and are relaxed? Me? right hand at 10 o’clock, left hand on my “Redneck Car Horn” (sound samples included at link) which is the most used gift I have gotten in a long time.
Please take my poll and let me know where your hands are when you are behind the wheel.
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