And Sam and Patrick looked at me liked I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly well spent, and we felt young in a good way. I have since bought the record, and I would tell you what it was, but truthfully, it’s not the same unless you’re driving to your first real party, and you’re sitting in the middle seat of a pickup with two nice people when it starts to rain.

Whenever I start to yearn for friends and times like these, I remember my time in high school. I remember that I did have friends like these, and that I did have times like these. And when I am overcome with reminiscence, I like to think that I do have friends like these, and that we do drive in the rain.


The iPad is beyond polarizing in text. When people it though, they have to touch it, stroke it, and they refuse to let go of it. This reaction isn’t dissimilar to that of when I got my original iPhone. And despite how incredibly smooth or intuitive the experience is, people, when not near the device, refuse to acknowledge their brief romance with it, and flat out insult it. I think there are at least a couple of reasons for this, not the least of which is the perceived price. The iPad and Macs in general seem expensive, elite. Whether or not they are more expensive, people will seem to think they are, and because of that, will resent them. There’s also the way Apple presents it’s products. Sort of a take it or leave it kind of thing. That may be a turn off for some, but it’s exactly the quality I want in a company I buy from. I trust them; they have sense and style.

And that’s what the iPad is, an incredibly useful and stylish device. I’m still finding new use cases, but I keep coming back to one thing. This thing has class.


Should you thounder what was visked that bondess, litless eve‘n
You might hitten what was straughten therein bonder frangs
There complexitations and avisenecities are
Fentisly findacted; pert is he who gimbles thatenfar
But be renit: what was straughten doubtickly about you praings
Those aboading neareth, visker to them one blick, “bliven”

Go aspendically
Plake a blick not with
You can trat to cate them
They will visker, “Don’t”