SlingMedia


About six months ago a friend of mine suggested I get a sling media player for my home. He’s usually right on when it comes to technologies that will have a big impact so I bought one.
 
The setup was simple thanks to the poster included for setup. Installing the client (and figuring out how to paste the locater code was not as easy).
 
I soon was able to stream media to two different desktops in my house. I then tried my wi-fi connected pcoket pc (that worked as well). FInally I took my laptop away from the house and tried to connect to my system via a verizon broadband card (also successful).
 
I then moved the slingbox to one of my DVR’s – and found I was able to record events, view DVR content and watch live television via the Slingbox.
 
All in all for the geek in your house this is a great tool!
 
Plus no matter where you are in the world – you can enjoy your TV!

Childhood memories


My children are getting ready for summer vacation. I am happy for them (getting three months off is a good thing), but this time of year is also a conflict for me. Some of my most treasured childhood memories occured in the summer time.
 
Every year, around mid-april I start remembering the things that meant something to me long ago. So while I am happy for my kids, I am also a little sad.
 
The things we remember seem so far away, and yet hold such a massive amout of emotion. Why is that? Why is it that the memories of the past interfer and enter the present? Why does the past remind us that it’s there time and time again?
 
They flood back into my mind, the fort we built in the vacant lot across the street. Swimming in the lake at my grandparents, golfing with my grandfather, helping my dad cut down a tree (and then running like heck ’cause the tree started to fall towards me!). All memories that I treasure from long ago.
 
Of course there are new summer memories (melting at my wedding in june – litteraly), taking my children to Thailand all treasured new memories, nestling insdie my head alongside the old ones. It’s just that the new ones take time to be recalled, and the old ones seem so far away its sad. Time marches on, driving us through years and decades until only memories remain, and those only of the great and sad moments.
 
I miss the past and the people that filled it.

The light in their eyes


When the flickering lights shine
I see the light in their eyes.
They remind me of me, the eyes
flickering
glowing
fliting from spot to spot
watching the glow
perhaps they are me
rather then like me
Its confusing
and exciting
to be unclear as to if I end
and they begin
or if they begin and there is no I
only we
until the flickering fades
and we become I’s
eyes gently closing as
we drift off to sleep a group of I’s
or eyes.

See Europe and remember America


In my job I frequently get to see many of the places of the old world. I recently returned from a trip to Istanbul, Prague and Brussels (3 places I had never been), in a tour of the old world. One of the first things you notice as an american in Europe is that roads, which here are wide enough for a Hummer, are not there. In many cases they were added to cities as an afterthought rather then the focus on the city.
 
Buildings in Europe are stately – older then in the US – but more elegant then the buildings we have. They have massive stone fronts in europe in delightful carvings and statues. We have class with large statues in the front of the building – I like the stone better.
 
The other thing I like about Europe is the concept of the city center or square. Paris, Brussels and Prague all have this concept of a "city center" as a gathering place for people. I think there are many US cities that could benefit from this concept of the city as a neighborhood rather than as a place of commerce.
 
Finally coffee. Coffee in europe is a tradition, a concept and an experience. I wish more american restaurants would get the concept of coffee in Europe.