So I was just watching a video of Steve Jobs introducing the new iPod lineup for the holiday season, and he made quite an impression. Yeah, that's a good way to put it: an impression.
You see, Steve Jobs started his career as the modest CEO of Apple and has since exploded into a near celebrity with his release of the extremely successful iPod and the monopoly it has since forged. We thought the iPod was ingenious, until we saw the iPhone and now the iPod touch. Oh, Jobs, you've done it again. But don't be fooled, dear reader, because I am not an advertisement.
Jobs began his presenation with proving that iPod is a global sensation with astronomically successfull sales numbers. It seems that the entire world has logged in and bought the digital music and so, catapulted the digital music revolution. "But we're not done yet."
He goes on to introduce the founder and chairman of Starbucks, Howard Schultz. What's this? The two global monopolies together on the same stage? These doppelgangers shall meet and one will surely die, I know it.
Alas, they do not. However something even more shocking happens: they announce the new partnership between Apple and Starbucks. Although they use the guise of making the iPod touch users feel more comfortable inside any Starbucks store, these two corporations are surely setting their sights on world domination. Call it a hunch.
You know, I've always been hesitant to enter a Starbucks shop just for fear of being sucked in by the expensive, caffeine-injecting dragon which has latched itself onto so many of my friends. I speak for the well-being of people like me everywhere in saying that this is a sad day. I had, it's true, given in to the iPod craze when my dad bought me one for my birthday. The coalition of these modern-day oil tycoons will take all who have only just put their toes in the water and convert them into Apple-clothing wearing, Mocha Latte-drinking gumbies walking around and talking about world peace.
I wonder if any of them realize that they contribute to the impossibility of such a peace. Excuse me, I said "them" when I should have said "us", because none of us escape it. Anyway, because of our contributions to these "capitalistic" corporations, the chance for small businesses (and by small, I mean Staples, Target) to competitively enter their turf has become impossible. Are we coming up with cool gadgets, or are we harming the world economy by buying the same product everywhere we go?
To see the video, go here and watch Steve Jobs perform for the circus.
True story.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
What's in a Cry?
"That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet."
Juliet, from Romeo & Juliet, by Shakespeare. As if you didn't know.
Sometimes these mini crises occur in my family. Everyone becomes distraught, melodramatic, and overreactic. Today was such an occasion.
My responsibility today was to deliver myself and my sister back home so mother dearest could leave the house (along with the two little ones) in order to attend some book launch. The problem was, my sister did not feel like following the rules in attending her team practice (even though it is only walking team). Instead, she and her friends decided to play hookie and go nowhere else but good ol' McDonald's. First rule from the experienced to younger siblings: if the need to rebel presents itself, make it good. So we're sitting in the booth and the time passes for when we should have left. I'll skip a few words and just say that mother was mad, and dear Andri is now without money with which to attend Model UN. Granted, she has a debit card, but it's her own money.
This whole time, I'm protecting my sister from my mother by not admitting to what we were doing, and I end up crying over dishes like I do every time I get mildly upset with my mother. Often, it lasts much longer than it should (like my laughing at a joke) and provokes even more destressing thoughts of how much I hate my life.
You and I can both tell that this situation is not really a problem. Someone was late, someone will get reimbursed later (I hope), no problemo.
Yes, problemo.
Every time this happens I realize, atleast a part of me realizes, how unsuited I am to live in the adult world. I get upset way too easily, I am quick to enter a fight, and I let people walk all over me sometimes. These may seem oxymoronic, but no. I'm the person who brews and brews until I spew. Thank you.
But then, like all teens, I try to blame my woes on my parents. I start thinking that maybe it's my parents' faults. I've never been like this outside of my household, but I've never really lived anywhere else with anyone else. I spent five weeks at college, but that's really short-term compared to x amount of years with the same (for the most part) people. Maybe I'm just fed up with being the subordinate when I feel like I should be the superior. It's the root of all teen angst, besides lovers' quarrels. When we reach a certain age, we realize that we can live life without our parents, and so we don't want to.
Well, this has been a long post with no point really.
Point.
Juliet, from Romeo & Juliet, by Shakespeare. As if you didn't know.
Sometimes these mini crises occur in my family. Everyone becomes distraught, melodramatic, and overreactic. Today was such an occasion.
My responsibility today was to deliver myself and my sister back home so mother dearest could leave the house (along with the two little ones) in order to attend some book launch. The problem was, my sister did not feel like following the rules in attending her team practice (even though it is only walking team). Instead, she and her friends decided to play hookie and go nowhere else but good ol' McDonald's. First rule from the experienced to younger siblings: if the need to rebel presents itself, make it good. So we're sitting in the booth and the time passes for when we should have left. I'll skip a few words and just say that mother was mad, and dear Andri is now without money with which to attend Model UN. Granted, she has a debit card, but it's her own money.
This whole time, I'm protecting my sister from my mother by not admitting to what we were doing, and I end up crying over dishes like I do every time I get mildly upset with my mother. Often, it lasts much longer than it should (like my laughing at a joke) and provokes even more destressing thoughts of how much I hate my life.
You and I can both tell that this situation is not really a problem. Someone was late, someone will get reimbursed later (I hope), no problemo.
Yes, problemo.
Every time this happens I realize, atleast a part of me realizes, how unsuited I am to live in the adult world. I get upset way too easily, I am quick to enter a fight, and I let people walk all over me sometimes. These may seem oxymoronic, but no. I'm the person who brews and brews until I spew. Thank you.
But then, like all teens, I try to blame my woes on my parents. I start thinking that maybe it's my parents' faults. I've never been like this outside of my household, but I've never really lived anywhere else with anyone else. I spent five weeks at college, but that's really short-term compared to x amount of years with the same (for the most part) people. Maybe I'm just fed up with being the subordinate when I feel like I should be the superior. It's the root of all teen angst, besides lovers' quarrels. When we reach a certain age, we realize that we can live life without our parents, and so we don't want to.
Well, this has been a long post with no point really.
Point.
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