So with that in mind, I was thinking about “Eat, Sleep, Run.” Since I lack a video camera or the desire and skill to make a movie, I figured text would be easier (not to mention, faster to produce). This is mercifully short on purpose. Besides, there’s probably not much else to the book or movie other than extended scenes of the same, with flowery prose and “feelings.” Sorry to the men: I don’t blow anything up here. Would have made for one helluva run though…

Eat

Karen and I shared a wonderful steak dinner (complete with potato and vegetable!) with Caroline on Saturday night. Victoria was with her father, and missed a great meal.

After putting Caroline to bed and taking Daisy for her evening constitutional, we sat down to a bad Vin Diesel movie (is there any other kind?), Fast and Furious. Apparently, the people working on titling films at Universal were either really struggling or afraid that they’d confuse their target audience. (The Fast and the Furious 4: Electric Car probably wouldn’t sell many tickets.)

Sleep

We started the movie late and it didn’t end until 11:20. Too late for anything else, and we were both very tired. So we went to sleep. It was a good sleep, only occasionally punctuated with waking.

Run

The alarm went off at 6:45am on Sunday, since I wanted time to walk Daisy before running. Hit the snooze bar a few times, and finally got up around 7:10. Walked Daisy, dressed for running, and finally left around 7:45.

It was an OK run – about 6 miles to the stadium complex in a rectangular route. Nothing fancy or too hard; wasn’t really up for much hard running, after the steak dinner.

(And yes, I was feeling very link-happy while writing this.)

One of our neighbors hosted a small party last night, in an effort to prevent us from going all-Nicholson in The Shining. It was fun: we brought the girls and hung out for a while.

I went to the grocery store this morning (my usual shopping day is Saturday and there was no way I was going out even if the store was open). Surprisingly, there were not many people in the store and I was able to easily find everything I was looking for.

I had to go into work today and drove in. I brought things home to work on, but it’s just not possible to get enough quiet to get it all done. And Karen’s sick, so she didn’t mind being without the car. It must have been a-hole driver day. Twice within a three block stretch, parked cars pulled out right in front of me. A dicey proposition when the roads are dry and downright insane when there’s still a little snow on the ground along with ice, ruts, etc. Lucky for me that I anticipated this stupidity, and avoided accidents.

I should have gotten the weekend key for the building garage; the pay lot was a colossal rip-off. I managed to get done what I should have finished days ago. Still a little behind where I want to be, billable hours wise, but I just didn’t feel like staying too late. And I had no interest in watching the Super Bowl. Caught the last two minutes though.

The bus ride into work tomorrow morning should be interesting. The two routes that I can take into the office are currently showing as running normally, though that may change by the morning commute. Happy dig-out!

A picture from out our front window, looking towards the neighbors.

And since we’re stuck inside, we’re looking for things to do, short of going all Donner Party and cannibalizing each other. So Caroline played ballerina.

And she’s sleeping peacefully at the moment, along with Daisy (the dog, in case you forgot). The weird way the wind has been blowing has dropped only about 2 inches of snow on the sidewalk near the mulch where Daisy does her business. Of course, there’s about 2 feet of snow in the mulch, so the sidewalk will have to do for now.

Just finished playing some Wii Sports with Victoria. She kicked my butt in tennis, baseball was a draw, golf was close, and I actually won bowling (thought she was going to fling the remote through the TV while bowling).

It looks like it might have finally stopped snowing (around 3:15pm). The plow is supposed to come through around 5:00; I’ll see what else I’ll need to clear away after they’re through. The driveway in the picture above is a private driveway and not a city street, so we have to pay to get it plowed. But since a city plow won’t likely visit my neighborhood at all, I really don’t mind.

Enjoy! Have a wonderful evening and a great 2010!

I think a visual aid will be helpful. A map of my journey home:

View Steve’s route home, 19 Dec 2009 in a larger map

By the time I left the office, around 5:30 to catch the bus, there was well over a foot of snow. The roads were treacherous at best, and there weren’t all that many cars. Not that many buses either. But before I left, I checked Septa’s Web site to make sure the buses were running. (My alternate route would have been to take the subway and walk the mile and change home from the subway stop.)

I missed the first bus on Market Street by less than a minute; I saw it blasting through the intersection, but I was too far away to flag it down. So I waited about 3-5 minutes for the next bus. I was one of four people on the double bus. Managed to get to 4th & Market in plenty of time for the next anticipated #57 bus, which would bring me south towards home.

There was a couple waiting there when I got under the bus shelter. I asked how long they’d been waiting. Only about five minutes. Not too bad, since the previous bus was more than ten minutes earlier, and it was only about another five minutes to go.

Well, 15 minutes go by. No bus, and no bus in sight (as difficult as it was to look up the street into the blowing snow). I was getting too cold to keep waiting, and the taxis weren’t having all that much luck going anywhere – skidding out, etc. Taking a taxi, if I could find one, would have been a dicey proposition.

So I called Karen and told her that I was walking. She thought I was nuts and said I should grab a taxi or she would come and get me. I told her to stay home, that there was no way she should be going out. I was looking back for the bus, expecting to be able to jump on as I kept reaching the next stop down the route. No luck. I got to Washington Avenue, and stumbled into drifts that were above my knee.

It took about 25 minutes, but I made it home in one piece, rather wet and cold. And since there have been no plows on any of the streets in my neighborhood, and there will likely not be, it’s going to be a messy few days getting to work. Plus, the plow that was supposed to plow out the common driveway here (it’s not a city street, so it would never be plowed) never showed on Sunday. Or called to say when he’d being showing up. Fun. Time to find a new plow company. Somebody plowed a one plow width of the common driveway today, but didn’t lower the plow far enough, so there’s a nice layer of ice in the driveway.

I still think all the commentary and wish lists are heading in the wrong direction. All these people want to cram all the functionality of a laptop into a tablet device (in case of the Apple tablet) or they want to reinvent the publishing industry.

You all forget that the iPod did not change the music industry in terms of the product. It changed how the product was delivered, replacing the physical CD with a digital version. Only within the last few months (eight years after the introduction of the iPod), have there been any changes to the end product (for example, the Tyrese Gibson comic book plus music).

So why is everyone so obsessed with changing the entire publishing industry with an electronic reader? I can’t figure this argument out; it’s like doing an experiment with too many variables. If the experiment fails, you won’t know why. Was it the electronic reader device itself? Was it the new reader format/style? Following this path is the surest way to fail.

The electronic reader market needs to follow the iPod’s successful path and be evolutionary, rather than revolutionary. How would I do it?

1. The first generation device duplicates the dead tree experience in an electronic device. A boring, but necessary step to see if people will even use the things to read on. Based on the success of the Kindle, the answer is yes, at least as applied to books. The jury is still out on magazines and newspapers (though Plastic Logic’s QUE reader should help with that). The screen and the delivery mechanism need to be perfected at this stage. There will be a few iterations, until there’s a color screen with a significantly long battery life (say, 8-10 hours).
2. Articles and ads get interactive. The device now needs to incorporate some Web-type functionality, to allow articles to include links to additional articles/information and ads are also click-able for additional information. Multiple iterations at this stage as well, with the articles and ads becoming more sophisticated in terms of their interactivity. Possibly including location-based interactivity as well. By the time we get to this stage, battery life should have advanced enough to make the wireless access not be such a large battery drain.
3. The content format changes. This is what people are thinking about now, but as you can see, it doesn’t make sense to do this first.

There may be some refinements to these stages, but I think that this is the best way to develop the electronic reader platform. Jumping ahead will likely lead to failure.

Darling Wife (who has a Tumblr site of her own) mentioned the other day that she couldn’t wear “skinny jeans” because she looked like an aging rock star. I replied, “You mean like Alice Cooper?”

She shot me one of those laser-like looks that could bore a hole clean through my skull. And then she said she was posting that on Facebook (which I still don’t use; and she told me that she wouldn’t friend me anyway if I was on there).

Karen’s next comment: “Am I too skinny?”

“You mean the Grover arms?” I figure if I’m going down, I might as well go down hard and have some fun doing it. And, Karen has commented before that she thinks she has Grover arms. So I think that made it onto Facebook as well.

I guess I’m lucky that hardly anybody reads this; otherwise, I might get myself in trouble. Unless people find out on Karen’s Facebook page…