There we go again, oh wait, we do not go anywhere: Shuttle Flight Scrubbed.
… a tiny clip starring, well, me 😉
Just found a new one: Mashmix.com. Nice archive over there.
So, nothing that interesting happened last week. Well, except that thing on thursday evening. But I have to see it by myself before I decide whether I write about it or just decide to deny it ever happened 😉 You’ll probably see tomorrow.
Oh and on a Tech note: I searched for a sleek case for my notebook. If I had a PowerBook or iBook it wouldn’t have been a problem cause there’s like tons of it out there. But for a ThinkPad T41p you only get big business bags, where you could also bury your competition in. 😉 Right next to your notebook, of course.
Then I stumbled upon WaterField. They make their so-called SleeveCase in various sizes so that it fits perfect with whatever notebook you have. The only let-down are the shipping fees from SF to Germany 🙁 You don’t even want to think about it…
CNN has an article about Dabbeljuh and his iPod.
Surprise, surprise: “No black artists, no gay artists, no world music, only one woman, no genre less than 25 years old, and no Beatles.”
If yes, then the MIT guys might have a solution for you: Clocky.
If you tend to hit the sleep button on your clock, this one will roll away and “hide” somewhere. Then, when it rings the next time, you first have to get out of bed and locate it before you can shut it off again.
Yesterday I went to a good friend, and the first thing she mentioned was how happy I looked. Well, if she would have seen me last monday or tuesday it actually might have been true. But since then so many things crossed my way, that I cannot feel good at the moment. It all started with a weird wednesday morning.
Then on thursday something foreseen happened, which I hoped would not happen that soon. Note: It’s totally unimportant how prepared you think you are for something – it will get you.
Friday morning then was, different. I realized what happened on thursday and because of that I had the most haunting moment I ever had. But that evening things suddenly turned the other way. I’m still trying to make a sense of all that.