Author: Aaron Weber

Yes, I’m back. I can’t keep the domain and not use it. I can’t sit around and not make notes, hey I could be blogging this.

I can’t say hey, here’s how long it takes the average worker to earn a Big Mac, and wonder how long does it take me to earn a linen blazer, and what if I get the cheap knockoff instead? And what if I buy the surprisingly well-made car that saves money by recycling the discarded styles of other manufacturers? Anyone with the guts to acknowledge a poor rep (“Hyundai. Yes, Hyundai”) wins in my book. Especially if they acknowledge and address the concerns– by improving quality and backing it with a big fat warranty.

My company has always had pretty good quality, but the reputation as a dinosaur persists. I keep saying, we need to license the line “Don’t call it a comeback, I been here for years” from LL Cool J. But I doubt it’ll happen. For starters it’s a song, and we don’t do TV or radio advertising.

All the other techies are commenting on the Ubuntu UI guy’s list of what’s wrong with the Ubuntu UI, and how right he is about what needs to be fixed. None of those issues were particularly surprising or interesting to me. I mean, they’re known bugs, they’re in the list of things to be fixed, we’ll get to them. What did interest me was that he’s started using his own products this late in the game.

I don’t suppose I was that surprised by it. My total lack of surprise suggests to me that I need to stop blogging for awhile. I’ve run out of anything interesting to say.

So, don’t expect much from me for the next few days or possibly weeks.

I’ve noticed that I have the all-too-common habit of posting links to the NYT without much commentary, and that these links are all-too-often about the housing bubble, as the latest Krugman article is, or about gay families, in the case of this surrogate-moms article. You know, there was that article from last month’s Globe about how gay people are totally restoring these beautiful old Dorchester victorian houses, driving neighborhood renewal and prices… that’s everything in one spot!

Just so as to do something different, for once, I was going to point out the Random House essay contest. But I did that yesterday and forgot. I may have to take a break from this– I’m just out of worthwhile spew.

Because they are popcorn fluff with no real depth and no real core. Because they are written by a producer not a good writer. Because, despite all of Lucas’ dislike of the Hollywood Machine, he produces the same shit as the rest of them, only less consistent, with less developed characters, and with no real roots at all.