Edward Vielmetti’s Neighborhood

(We have come to visit you in peace and with goodwill!)

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I downloaded Firefox 3
because all of the people I obsessively read
were doing it too, not doing-it doing it
'cause that would mean taking their hands off their mice

I downloaded Firefox 3
because I heard they want a world record
for most-downloaded browser as if a browser
is the right tool for keeping up with fights between Scoble and Eric Rice

And then I learned about:robots, about about:robots
About:robots (the one with the colon in between)
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I downloaded Firefox 3
because I wanted to see how well it performed on my PC
Then I saw it really was a mess,
kinda slow, really not a success (all right, I'm kidding)

I downloaded Firefox 3
because I didn't want to be left behind with an unpopular browser
The kind you use to access the Net
in my cubicle when I'm learning

About:robots, about about:robots
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The one with the colon in between
The one with the colon in between
Put it in your browser, see what I mean
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The one with the colon in between
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Robots may not injure a human being
or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
Robots have seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Robots are Your Plastic Pal Who's Fun To Be With.
Robots have shiny metal posteriors which should not be bitten.

Step one: open up a Firefox 3 browser
Step two: Type the word "about" and then a colon
Step three: Type the word "robots"
Step four: Hit return, and learn!

Shout out to all Bay Area nerdcore crew
Doctor Popular
MC Slutsky
I see you
I'm'a see you
And we have a plan.
Seen!

(inspired by Sarah Dopp)

If gender hath its own geometry,
its Euclidean arc the eye can mark,
then the non-Euclidean girl or guy
may also some new queer discussion spark.

If boddhisattva be what you are called,
it's not a label I'd consider dumb
for those Nirvana-bound are not at fault
for existing in that continuum

So those who classify and catalog
all people as they live and love and play
with every Twitter or post to their blog
they doth inform and lighten others' way,

thus broader bound be how we all exist,
how we are kith and kin, but also kissed.

So I wanted to test the video capture on the N95 by doing something important, so here it is. This was captured with medium quality and uploaded directly from the phone using my home wifi connection.

This year's Bike To Work Day wouldn't've been the same without her.

UPDATE: Nokia came through and I am now in possession of my trial N95 8GB! w00t!

Two days ago I got a welcome surprise in my inbox. Someone from Nokia had sent me an email via Flickr asking if I'd like to trial their flagship smartphone, the N95. Would I? I felt like I had just won the social media geek lottery! A friend of mine had actually been offered this same trial a few weeks back, so I knew this offer was for real. I e-mailed them back saying I would love to participate in the 3-week trial. About a day later I got a response saying great, please e-mail us at this address and we'll send you an agreement. It also cautioned that their time window was tight and since the team was about to depart the U.S. the next day, I needed to get the agreement back to them by next afternoon. No problemo, I responded right away with my e-mail and awaited a response.

The next day, I got up early and began earnestly checking my e-mail, awaiting the agreement. The morning hours ticked away, and I postponed planned errands just so I could be near a computer and fax. I even sent followup e-mails in case the previous one didn't make it. Nothing. Morning became afternoon and I eventually decided to leave the house, forwarding all my e-mails to my phone so that I could take action as soon as that e-mail arrived. Still nothing.

I'm so bummed because not only did it screw up my plans for today, but up until today I was the biggest Nokia fan. I've been saving and planning to purchase one of their phones, either the N95 or the N810 Internet tablet as the replacement for my trusty Sidekick. I'd seen many social media mavens like Scoble and Jeff Pulver use the N95 to do real-time video broadcasting from all sorts of neat places. I had been looking to test its built-in browser, GPS, and wi-fi capabilities. It seemed like the perfect multimedia phone. Until today.

I guess I wouldn't have minded so much if I had just gotten a simple e-mail saying something like sorry we ran out of time / we'll put you first on the list for the next time / yadda yadda. But getting no response is the worst response in my mind.

I'd be lying if I said I'd never consider buying another Nokia product ever again. But now I'm going to give their competitors an honest opportunity and maybe go with something less sexy, and definitely cheaper, because just this one time, a small slip like this may have created a small opening of doubt where before there would have been none.

I guess if I were an A-list blogger, this post might ruffle the right feathers and rectify things. But I'm not, so I'll just have to be satisfied with getting this off my chest.

So the writers of Lost are basically working through all the "W" words when it comes to the island.

Killing time before going to Caroline's school for reading time. Wanted to pick up some vino for foobar and the weekend but Vintage Berkeley isn't open yet.

I really love your lunches, and your cheese plate, and your bar menu, and your wine list and your delicious vodka tonics. (Especially those vodka tonics.) And when Jennifer pokes her head out of the kitchen it's like a mini celebrity sighting! ("OMG, she's on teevee!")

But the new waiter? The guy with The Hair? Not so much. He literally came by right after DJ and I had the cheese plate delivered to our bar table and "so, do you think you'll be ordering any more food tonight?" I mean, I get that you're compensated on tips, but please, don't make me feel like I'm on some kind of scripted upsell plan. ("Yes, and I'll supersize it.")

But seriously, I hate to even complain even in the slightest. Because other than the guy with the hair? You really are perfect.