Upload docs and destroy, here.
(if you're wary of uploading, sacrificial docs are available on website)
Just delightful.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A Present. For You!
Nokia disposes of your annoying digital clutter in a highly satisfying manner. Like shooting that life-sucking powerpoint through a ring of fire.
Upload docs and destroy, here.
(if you're wary of uploading, sacrificial docs are available on website)
Just delightful.
Upload docs and destroy, here.
(if you're wary of uploading, sacrificial docs are available on website)
Just delightful.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Happy Nothing
Bah, humbug.
I just want to get this off my chest. A little rant about the holiday that dare not speak its name.
I'm amazed at how uncomfortable people are, saying anything other than "Happy Holidays." Perhaps it's only in California. It's not just the check-out cashiers and the public transit operators. Everyone at work has been correcting themselves.
"Merry Christma - I mean..."
"Happy Hanukkah, oh whoops."
Except for my closest friends, everyone I know - or run into on the street - seems to be self-editing this one greeting. It's the PC thing to say, presumably because it's intended to be non-offensive.
But you know what? I think I'm offended by Happy Holidays.
I think it represents everything that's wrong with American pop culture: the generic-ization of everything (I know, not a word, but the meaning's clear). Why do we stumble so over a simple wish of good cheer?
My international friends say it's like the wal-mart of holiday greetings. Bland, timid, trying to please everyone, but completely lacking in real information and personality. "hey, have a happy whatever-you-happen-to-celebrate, I'm so worried about offending your sensibilities." And if that's what we're communicating, that's ridiculous. And empty.
In a country where we have the freedom to celebrate whatever we wish, we should be wishing each other exactly what we mean. I want people to wish me a Happy Hanukkah. A Happy Kwaanza. A Happy Epiphany. A Merry Solstice. Dare I say it, a Merry Christmas.
Whatever season you celebrate, I want to hear it.
I want to hear who you really are.
Otherwise, this seasonal silliness is analogous to the racial fallacy of being colorblind. We should be celebrating the things that make us unique, not trying to erase them.
Lest we run the risk of losing the meaning entirely.
I just want to get this off my chest. A little rant about the holiday that dare not speak its name.
I'm amazed at how uncomfortable people are, saying anything other than "Happy Holidays." Perhaps it's only in California. It's not just the check-out cashiers and the public transit operators. Everyone at work has been correcting themselves.
"Merry Christma - I mean..."
"Happy Hanukkah, oh whoops."
Except for my closest friends, everyone I know - or run into on the street - seems to be self-editing this one greeting. It's the PC thing to say, presumably because it's intended to be non-offensive.
But you know what? I think I'm offended by Happy Holidays.
I think it represents everything that's wrong with American pop culture: the generic-ization of everything (I know, not a word, but the meaning's clear). Why do we stumble so over a simple wish of good cheer?
My international friends say it's like the wal-mart of holiday greetings. Bland, timid, trying to please everyone, but completely lacking in real information and personality. "hey, have a happy whatever-you-happen-to-celebrate, I'm so worried about offending your sensibilities." And if that's what we're communicating, that's ridiculous. And empty.
In a country where we have the freedom to celebrate whatever we wish, we should be wishing each other exactly what we mean. I want people to wish me a Happy Hanukkah. A Happy Kwaanza. A Happy Epiphany. A Merry Solstice. Dare I say it, a Merry Christmas.
Whatever season you celebrate, I want to hear it.
I want to hear who you really are.
Otherwise, this seasonal silliness is analogous to the racial fallacy of being colorblind. We should be celebrating the things that make us unique, not trying to erase them.
Lest we run the risk of losing the meaning entirely.
Frak you, Earth.
It would seem that the big conversation about the environment has recently spawned an amusing tangent.
Of hilarious.
Exhibit A.
Warning: F-bombs droppin' like it's hot.
Exhibit B.
Warning: same.
cute animals + swearing FTW
ahhh. Makes me feel like I'm back in (gr)ad school.
Of hilarious.
Exhibit A.
Warning: F-bombs droppin' like it's hot.
Exhibit B.
Warning: same.
cute animals + swearing FTW
ahhh. Makes me feel like I'm back in (gr)ad school.
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