In an article a day or two ago, I discussed the real Mac market share myth – that market share doesn’t matter.
In this article, I (how arrogant can you get) will offer the first step to a solution to the problem of the Mac’s declining market share. The first step, as always, is to put your finger on the real problem.
Unbelievable. Unbelievable. Utterly, completely, incomprehensibly unbelievable.
That’s my reaction to my current web hosting company’s support policies. It’s so bad, I’d almost prefer NO support whatsoever. But it’s a little late for that, isn’t it? I’m tied in for a year.
This is not a ‘normal’ blog, if there is such a thing. In other words, each post is not going to be a link to some other content somewhere on the web.
But this article is incredible. It’s by a father of one of the victims of the Columbine school shootings. And it’s deeply religious.
Finally, some images on this site!
I was out one day just snapping pictures of anything that happened to catch my eye. A guy happened to see me twice – once on his way to the video store and once on his way home. Both times, I was capturing shapes and shadows on cinder-block walls. His comment? “You love shit on walls, eh?”
The conventional market share myth in the Macintosh world is simple.
BMW only has a small fraction of the automobile marketplace, the Mac user may say, but no-one says that BMW is doomed, beleaguered, shrinking, dying, etc. etc. insert adjective of choice. Therefore Apple is safe as well, even if it is a niche product.
Well, I’m a long-term Mac user, devotee, and fan, but that’s not the Mac Market Share Myth. The real market share myth is that market share is not important.
This is a children’s story that I’ve been working on for some time. It started as a story that I told to my daughter Gabrielle just before bedtime.
Seriously and soberly, I think it’s publication-worthy and am searching for a publisher … so if you know one or are one, let me know!
It’s written for kids from 2 to 6 or so, and intended to be illustrated (of course).
So. My dad read a sermon the other day.
No, not in the sense you’re probably thinking – that he read the riot act. I am married, with children, in my own home.
OK, what if the Canucks are toast again this year – I’m starting to play hockey again.
I learned something new today – how to pour ketchup. I guess you can always learn something new!
Here’s the problem; everyone knows it: the ketchup stays in the bottle. Until you dig in after it with a knife, or, worse, it all comes gushing out at once.
But here’s how to fix it:
Heya,
I’ve had this blog up for a little while now, perhaps two weeks, so I figure it’s time to say what it’s for … beside the obvious, which is basically whatever I want it to be for.
Well, it is a blog, so this is my place to put stuff that I’m thinking about. But it’s also a place for me to post some of my work, whether it’s children’s stories that I’ve written for my kids, a book I’m working on, poetry that I’ve written, or photos that I’ve taken.
I read a book a couple of weeks ago that I really enjoyed on a variety of levels: Drifting Home by Pierre Berton.
Berton is kind of a Canadian icon; he’s written weighty tomes on a variety of Canadian and international issues; he’s written good histories (like Vimy Ridge) on key episodes in Canadian history.
Drifting Home is a totally different book … it’s a book about a trip he took with his family down the Yukon river … hence the ‘drifting’ part of the title. He grew up on the river, and his father was actually a part of the Gold Rush around the turn of the century.
I’m attending BC Ed Online, a conference in Vancouver, and a Microsofie named Mike Parkhill (VP for education) gave a presentation.
Wow.
The guy was cool, he was interesting, he was humble, he mentioned Macs complimentarily, and he was smart. Much different than my perception (and past experience) of Microsofties.
This poem is an attempt to recapture the magic of a poem I wrote in grade 4, of all times and places, which epitomized to my young brain the thought of absolute freedom … which was quite enticing.
This poem strikes me as rather pretentious, pedantic, and predictable … and no I wasn’t searching for ‘p’ words there! But what the heck, I wrote it late one night, it meant something to me then, and I include for the sake of authenticity.
Juvenilia villa!
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