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16 January 12

My Heart Belongs to Apple

 

 Three days ago, my phone took a bath. We’ve all been there – that gut wrenching moment we realise it’s gone. In a flash, or rather more accurately, a splash - my world got a whole lot smaller. 


The phone that drowned was an iPhone 4, so I went looking to replace it.  Could I bear to go back to a ‘dumb’ phone? Apple had announced the release of their updated version the 4S in November 2011, just one day before the inimitable Steve Jobs passed away. Some have suggested that 4S means ‘4Steve’.  Could I afford to replace it?  And what was on offer?

 

The 4S has faster download speeds, greatly improved camera, slightly better battery life and a voice activated personal assistant called ‘Siri’. It sounded brilliant – so brilliant, in fact - it was sold out.  So I reluctantly took a look at what else was on the shelf, where every phone worth considering used Android.

 

Android is an operating system that allows the handset to actually work. It is led by Google, and championed by over 80 different manufacturers, including handset makers HTC, Samsung and a bit confusingly, Google themselves. Every Android phone will get their apps from the Android Market, while Apple devices shop in the App Store. 

 

The tech world is watching the mobile battle between Apple and Google with bated breath. Apple released the iPhone 4S and Google brought out Galaxy Nexus in partnership with Samsung.  Apple used iOS5, and Google brought Android 4 bang up to date with an operating system called ‘Ice Cream Sandwich’, following on from ‘Gingerbread’ and ‘FroYo’ (Frozen Yoghurt). Both phones impress.   

 

When I tried to dig into the differences between the two operating systems two things became very clear.  iPhone users felt they had by far the best user experience, with top quality, Apple tested and approved apps and a phone so simple that even a four year old could use it instantly. Android fans felt that Apple’s controls were restrictive and revelled in the innovative, mind bogglingly clever apps, based on an ‘open to all’ source code.  Coders and the Facebook generation s lean towards the more affordable Android phones, while Mac and iPod fans naturally falling in love with the iPhone.  

 

It seems that for now iPhones still have the market sewn up but Android uptake is growing fast and they are odds on to leave iPhones behind with ever more innovative apps, unbelievable camera function and photo editing, and a conglomerate of handset makers all pushing the development of smart, affordable handsets. 

 

And then.. a familiar beep.  Three days in the hot press and my iPhone4 magically stuttered back to life. My wonderful iPhone, how could I have considered switching sides.  Sorry Steve! I backed everything up.  You should too.

 

Now I have my phone back, I’ll have to wait months for a 4S upgrade. While I wait I’m getting through the biography of Steve Jobs, via the iPhone Kindle App.  So it seems, my heart belongs to Apple.  (That is, until next time..)

 

7 May 11
travors:


Conorh: This is a very exciting week, what with our cinema release on Friday. One of the best things about the lead-in is seeing our poster up - everyone loves it, and it seems to be everywhere. Poster design by the wonderfully talented Annie.

If you’re in Ireland I’d highly recommend you go see fellow tumblelogger Conor Horgan’s excellent film 100 Hundred Mornings, which was released in Irish cinemas today. You can read a review I wrote of the movie here.

travors:

Conorh: This is a very exciting week, what with our cinema release on Friday. One of the best things about the lead-in is seeing our poster up - everyone loves it, and it seems to be everywhere. Poster design by the wonderfully talented Annie.

If you’re in Ireland I’d highly recommend you go see fellow tumblelogger Conor Horgan’s excellent film 100 Hundred Mornings, which was released in Irish cinemas today. You can read a review I wrote of the movie here.

Reblogged: travors

14 February 11

Romance..

At 6.40am I got a call from my absent husband.  Was it an early Valentine’s greeting? 

No. 

He woke me an hour earlier than necessary and told me to go outside.  In the freezing cold, misty morning he then directed me to trot down the drive in my PJ’s to leave a note for the bin-men.  And if I didn’t I’d have a mountain of garbage to deal with. 

Nice. 

28 January 11
annieatkins:

Marilyn Monroe, 1961Extract from Marilyn Monroe’s letter to her psychiatrist after her 4-day stay in a padded cell at the Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic in New York.
read the rest

annieatkins:

Marilyn Monroe, 1961
Extract from Marilyn Monroe’s letter to her psychiatrist after her 4-day stay in a padded cell at the Payne Whitney Psychiatric Clinic in New York.

read the rest

Reblogged: annieatkins

Posted: 1:44 PM
24 January 11

(Source: laikaaon)

Reblogged: laikaaon

Posted: 9:57 PM
annieatkins:

Vintage poster, typeset in Helvetica
via Designspiration

annieatkins:

Vintage poster, typeset in Helvetica

via Designspiration

Reblogged: annieatkins

Posted: 9:49 PM
This, believe it or not, is a cake. A chocolate ganache cake with truffle filling, made my my sister in law who is trying to start off a cake company from her kitchen in Dublin.  The best present I ever got was a typewriter when I was a kid, and I wanted to say thank you for someone who has helped me write!

This, believe it or not, is a cake. A chocolate ganache cake with truffle filling, made my my sister in law who is trying to start off a cake company from her kitchen in Dublin.  The best present I ever got was a typewriter when I was a kid, and I wanted to say thank you for someone who has helped me write!

10 January 11
Yesterday is ashes; tomorrow wood.
Only today does the fire burn brightly.
— Eskimo proverb (via underdogvictorious)

(Source: southerndaughter)

Reblogged: southerndaughter

Posted: 10:07 PM
travors:

High Society is an exhibition on the influence of (illegal) drugs on society and culture.
It features some interesting infographics on which countries prefer which drugs.Ireland comes out on top for Ecstasy, Speed and (not surprisingly) alcohol use.
You can see the full graphic on the top 8 countries for each drug here.

travors:

High Society is an exhibition on the influence of (illegal) drugs on society and culture.

It features some interesting infographics on which countries prefer which drugs.
Ireland comes out on top for Ecstasy, Speed and (not surprisingly) alcohol use.

You can see the full graphic on the top 8 countries for each drug here.

Reblogged: conorh

Posted: 10:06 PM
travors:

Comics captioned with “Christ, what an asshole” without compromising their comedic value. (via Christ, It Works for Everything)

travors:

Comics captioned with “Christ, what an asshole” without compromising their comedic value. (via Christ, It Works for Everything)

Reblogged: travors

5 January 11
Stating Alive, real poems for unreal times. 
If you only ever buy one book of poems…. Ok, the Rattle Bag compiled by Seamus Heaney is also excellent. 
As is the reprinted Soundings poetry book from the Irish Leaving Cert…. 
Feck it. Poems rock.

Stating Alive, real poems for unreal times. If you only ever buy one book of poems…. Ok, the Rattle Bag compiled by Seamus Heaney is also excellent. As is the reprinted Soundings poetry book from the Irish Leaving Cert…. Feck it. Poems rock.

Posted: 9:29 PM

Reblogged: oldtaleeroe

4 January 11
marginalgloss:

There was a really extraordinary thing by wildlife sound recordist Chris Watson on BBC Radio 4 the other day. It was about the work of Alan Lamb and the Wired Lab project.
Lamb was long fascinated by the sound of the wind moving across long stretches of old telegraph cables, and he was convinced that if he listened for long enough he would hear the most beautiful music ever unwritten. So he bought a half-mile length of old wires in rural Australia, attached electrical pickups to either end, and began to make a series of remarkable recordings. And he has been doing this for something like thirty years. You can hear some of his music here.
‘Music’ is really the only word for it. The pitch can be changed by something as subtle as the sun shining on the wire. There are whispering bell-like tones in gentle weather, odd pings and pulses as birds and raindrops glance from the wires, sometimes sounds of painful, nauseated intensity as the winds grow stronger. Crashing sounds like a faraway avalanche or the ghost of a runaway engine. 
Reminiscent of a character from a J.G. Ballard story, Lamb has his own curious theories about the psychic effects of his music, and the frequently meditative or disturbing effects it has on people. He believes his compositions are a form of controlled chaos which mimic the firing of our own neurons; perhaps the sound of the wires ‘singing’ literally resonates with some deep and inaudible pattern within our own minds.
If you live in the UK you can listen to Chris Watson’s program in full on the iPlayer. 

marginalgloss:

There was a really extraordinary thing by wildlife sound recordist Chris Watson on BBC Radio 4 the other day. It was about the work of Alan Lamb and the Wired Lab project.

Lamb was long fascinated by the sound of the wind moving across long stretches of old telegraph cables, and he was convinced that if he listened for long enough he would hear the most beautiful music ever unwritten. So he bought a half-mile length of old wires in rural Australia, attached electrical pickups to either end, and began to make a series of remarkable recordings. And he has been doing this for something like thirty years. You can hear some of his music here.

‘Music’ is really the only word for it. The pitch can be changed by something as subtle as the sun shining on the wire. There are whispering bell-like tones in gentle weather, odd pings and pulses as birds and raindrops glance from the wires, sometimes sounds of painful, nauseated intensity as the winds grow stronger. Crashing sounds like a faraway avalanche or the ghost of a runaway engine. 

Reminiscent of a character from a J.G. Ballard story, Lamb has his own curious theories about the psychic effects of his music, and the frequently meditative or disturbing effects it has on people. He believes his compositions are a form of controlled chaos which mimic the firing of our own neurons; perhaps the sound of the wires ‘singing’ literally resonates with some deep and inaudible pattern within our own minds.

If you live in the UK you can listen to Chris Watson’s program in full on the iPlayer

Reblogged: marginalgloss

Posted: 9:13 AM
Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh