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R.W. Emerson</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>876</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/SXhSb" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/sxhsb" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDSH84fyp7ImA9WhdTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-3923841235891237350</id><published>2011-07-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T09:16:19.137-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-17T09:16:19.137-07:00</app:edited><title>Quality Over Quantity</title><content type="html">I read a couple of gadget blogs and there's a theme I've noticed over the years.  The really vocal computer geeks are cheap bastards.  Okay, to be fair they aren't bastards but I don't think they get the whole idea of "boutique" devices.  Sure they cost more for basically the same thing but they have a high end brand name or they promote an image.  Like a luxury car they do mor than their basic functions. Not interested in showing off a little bling?  Don't buy the Lexus or rolex or MacBook air.  Wanna save some money and get the most bang for your buck?  Cobble together some homemade PC with power parts and troubleshoot everything by yourself. I stopped building computers when my kids were born because I don't have time for it anymore. If you like to fiddle with your computer, by all means go do it. Just don't tell me it's a waste to spend a little more money for a device that doesn't give me grief on a weekly basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-3923841235891237350?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What have I been up to the last 3 months? &amp;nbsp;Celia and I are working on a new project. &amp;nbsp;Something to help us get out of the financial hole we've been stuck in. &amp;nbsp;It's great actually, something I've always thought about but couldn't do alone. &amp;nbsp;Celia is awesome with it too. &amp;nbsp;The best part is that it can be anything you want - just a little thing or huger than huge. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-5475032708226940318?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2UJ2ajf2yakoFQtXJksUEVsouZM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2UJ2ajf2yakoFQtXJksUEVsouZM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/UBmw-l5lip0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3282949624960046556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=3282949624960046556&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/3282949624960046556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/3282949624960046556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/UBmw-l5lip0/waiting-game.html" title="The Waiting Game" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-game.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGQn8yeip7ImA9Wx5WFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-3854271328869049692</id><published>2010-09-27T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:30:23.192-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-27T00:30:23.192-07:00</app:edited><title>Why I Don't Like Android</title><content type="html">&lt;!-- Converted from text/plain format --&gt;    &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I'm sure that Android is an excellent OS for mobile devices.&amp;nbsp; And I have to admit that I have never actually used an Android device so everything I'm saying here is based on reviews and comments of other readers of said reviews.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;  &lt;BR&gt;  The reason I switched to a Mac is because I was tired of wading through all the crap that was out there for PCs.&amp;nbsp; Sure, the PC has everything need and could ever want - and for free - but often, you have to wade through piles of shit to find it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you ever got lazy and accidentally installed a POS app, you had to do all kinds of cleaning to get it off your computer and pray that you got all of it (well, I had to pray because I don't know how to do clean things like the registry).&amp;nbsp; I didn't mind playing with my computer in this way so it wasn't a big deal but when I found that my time was needed elsewhere, like in the baby room to change diapers, I couldn't sit in front of my computer for hours.&amp;nbsp; And when I had to, I began to hate it.&amp;nbsp; And this brings us to Android.&amp;nbsp; The concept is a lot like my old Windows machine: super-customizable and apps are readily available from a variety of sources.&amp;nbsp; There are some awesome apps out there but there are a whole lot of not-so-awesome apps too.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to screw up my phone with some POS app and I don't want to bother figuring out which ones are good and which ones are bad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So the thing that makes Android so great is the very thing that it's not for me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-3854271328869049692?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8Kdtrd94BXf7gbN_i8v9S04VVCQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8Kdtrd94BXf7gbN_i8v9S04VVCQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/W-Cpjn027wE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2915057588938981887/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=2915057588938981887&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/2915057588938981887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/2915057588938981887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/W-Cpjn027wE/winner.html" title="Winner!" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/winner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HQnYzcSp7ImA9Wx5RFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-7643711159083178321</id><published>2010-08-24T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:55:33.889-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-24T09:55:33.889-07:00</app:edited><title>Pay Attention and You Might Survive</title><content type="html">&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Advice from cowboys and farmers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight, and bull-strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Don't interfere with something that isn't bothering you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Most of the stuff people worry about isn't ever gonna happen anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Don't judge folks by their relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If it doesn't seem like it's worth the effort, it probably isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Meanness don't just happen overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="en-ca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eao0zkDnbc-u2bjXsep6L8TCS1c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eao0zkDnbc-u2bjXsep6L8TCS1c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/tnKX7DvRuK0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1355959875787288269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=1355959875787288269&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/1355959875787288269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/1355959875787288269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/tnKX7DvRuK0/movie-reviews.html" title="Movie Reviews" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-reviews.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08GQ384cCp7ImA9WxFbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-941367224661402780</id><published>2010-07-04T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:23:42.138-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T16:23:42.138-07:00</app:edited><title>Party Like a Rockstar</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Congratulations to Ferd and Erin on their wedding yesterday.  It was a really fun wedding.  It was very classy with a hockey theme.  Seriously, it was classy, there were just a few little things that made hockey-ish.  Table names were the names of various players (Canucks, past and present), they had a little hockey game so the new couple would kiss, and Ferd came out on rollerblades.  So.  Much.  Fun.  Anyway, my sister-in-law took the kids for the evening and dropped us off so we didn't have to worry about driving afterwards and, even better, we slept over at her house so we didn't have to drive home at all.  The open bar at the beginning of the wedding and the bottle of scotch the VJ had hidden under the table made for a bit of a drunken evening.  So.  Much.  Fun.  Until this morning, that is.  I haven't had a hangover like this in years.  For the first few hours I couldn't even think about eating or drinking without feeling like puking.  Once I got over that, it was just the headache to deal with.  Thank God my SiL watched the kids because I ended up sleeping most of the morning.  I can't party like the old days anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-941367224661402780?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wqy4CPnl7axiwsYb7tPl1X-MwBs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wqy4CPnl7axiwsYb7tPl1X-MwBs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/LX5bDE4PIHI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5290721251662766157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=5290721251662766157&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/5290721251662766157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/5290721251662766157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/LX5bDE4PIHI/my-job-is-better-than-yours.html" title="My Job is Better Than Yours" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-job-is-better-than-yours.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AEQHo5fCp7ImA9WxFVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-451220260296309926</id><published>2010-06-15T20:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:21:41.424-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T22:21:41.424-07:00</app:edited><title>Just My Opinion</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I read a lot of tech websites.  Well, maybe not a lot, but a few.  One of the common topics that comes up is the whole Android vs. iPhone debate.  Android is more customizable and there is no restrictions on apps and there are more devices that run it etc etc.  I only have one thing to say about the iPhone: I still like it better.  A lot.  I like for the exact reason that many people criticize it: it has a closed platform that you can only get onto through the app store and then only if your app gets approved, you can't customize every little detail, it is intimately tied to my desktop (specifically, iTunes), and the OS is only available on one handset.  The exclusivity to one carrier isn't an issue here in Canada, in fact most of our carriers have iPhones now.  If you disagree with me, feel free to press alt-F4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-451220260296309926?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NNhyTGdxKIrbb4UuxHH1lVdzYpc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NNhyTGdxKIrbb4UuxHH1lVdzYpc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/BjtgfvaPFfY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/451220260296309926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=451220260296309926&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/451220260296309926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/451220260296309926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/BjtgfvaPFfY/just-my-opinion.html" title="Just My Opinion" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-my-opinion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UAQnw9fSp7ImA9WxFWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-4280315574464419970</id><published>2010-06-05T12:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:14:03.265-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-05T12:14:03.265-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm No Racist, but Everyone Should Look the Same</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been hearing about a lot of stupid shit going on in Arizona lately.  Tell me what's wrong with this sentence:  “I’m not a racist by any stretch of the imagination, but whenever  people start talking about diversity, it’s a word I can’t stand.”  Seriously?  Maybe you're definition of "racist" is a little too narrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-4280315574464419970?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkpR2i3vLMYBV2kiQ6Vd0wLsbUk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkpR2i3vLMYBV2kiQ6Vd0wLsbUk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkpR2i3vLMYBV2kiQ6Vd0wLsbUk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DkpR2i3vLMYBV2kiQ6Vd0wLsbUk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/Firu2quAm1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4280315574464419970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=4280315574464419970&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/4280315574464419970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/4280315574464419970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/Firu2quAm1g/im-no-racist-but-everyone-should-look.html" title="I'm No Racist, but Everyone Should Look the Same" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-no-racist-but-everyone-should-look.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNQ3oyfyp7ImA9WxFWF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-5955367991611011369</id><published>2010-06-05T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:14:52.497-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-05T10:14:52.497-07:00</app:edited><title>Look Me Up</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, I did a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://gizmodo.com/5552953/why-arent-i-the-center-of-the-apple-universe?skyline=true&amp;amp;s=i"&gt;bit of reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; - not a lot, but enough to convince me - and I've decided that Apple's MobileMe service is a waste of money.  I can sync my iPhone and computer with Google for free.  As much as I like Apple products (they are just easy to use), their online presence is kinda weak.  I may not own any physical product made by Google (like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.google.com/phone"&gt;Nexus One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; *drool*), but their online services kinda rock.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=writely&amp;amp;passive=1209600&amp;amp;continue=http%3A%2F%2Fdocs.google.com%2F%3Fpli%3D1&amp;amp;followup=http%3A%2F%2Fdocs.google.com%2F%3Fpli%3D1&amp;amp;ltmpl=homepage"&gt;Google Docs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?  Awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=mail&amp;amp;passive=true&amp;amp;rm=false&amp;amp;continue=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fhl%3Den%26tab%3Dwm%26ui%3Dhtml%26zy%3Dl&amp;amp;bsv=1eic6yu9oa4y3&amp;amp;scc=1&amp;amp;ltmpl=default&amp;amp;ltmplcache=2&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Gmail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?  Pwns the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="https://www.google.com/accounts/ServiceLogin?service=cl&amp;amp;passive=1209600&amp;amp;continue=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2Fcalendar%2Frender%3Fhl%3Den%26tab%3Dwc&amp;amp;followup=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2Fcalendar%2Frender%3Fhl%3Den%26tab%3Dwc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Calendars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?  Rocks.  and the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Search&lt;/a&gt;?  Epic.  The best part of all these?  All.  Free.  Am I worried about Google having too much of my information?  No.  Why not?  Because, seriously, what are they going to do with it?  Spam my inbox?  Sell it to someone so they can spam my inbox?  Steal my identity?  Google doesn't have my SIN, my credit card number, or even my real address.  Maybe I'm just being naive but I'm not paranoid either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-5955367991611011369?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EY-oEJWbNOL63QgMclj4iLpFtpg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EY-oEJWbNOL63QgMclj4iLpFtpg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EY-oEJWbNOL63QgMclj4iLpFtpg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EY-oEJWbNOL63QgMclj4iLpFtpg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/PZICjcST9ic" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5955367991611011369/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=5955367991611011369&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/5955367991611011369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/5955367991611011369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/PZICjcST9ic/look-me-up.html" title="Look Me Up" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/look-me-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMRXg8fSp7ImA9WxFXFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-3996269618824231666</id><published>2010-05-23T11:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:26:24.675-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-23T11:26:24.675-07:00</app:edited><title>Another Pet Peeve</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what else is pretty annoying?  When people say things like, "It's always been this, why change it now?"  Just because you've been doing something one way for the past 20 years doesn't mean you should continue doing it for the next 20 years.  Yes, I realize that it has worked just fine for you all this time, but there are a lot of things that "worked just fine" for many years before "progress" stepped in.  Like, say, waiting in line at a bank to see a teller so you can deposit your paycheck.  Or mailing a letter to the other side of the world and waiting 6 weeks for a response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-3996269618824231666?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/trwLwQY_SX1qOc920Qecz7H6U-A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/trwLwQY_SX1qOc920Qecz7H6U-A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/trwLwQY_SX1qOc920Qecz7H6U-A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/trwLwQY_SX1qOc920Qecz7H6U-A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/HpckJotZnsU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3996269618824231666/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=3996269618824231666&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/3996269618824231666?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/3996269618824231666?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/HpckJotZnsU/another-pet-peeve.html" title="Another Pet Peeve" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-pet-peeve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHQn47cCp7ImA9WxFXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-1026842919089591850</id><published>2010-05-20T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:23:53.008-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-20T10:23:53.008-07:00</app:edited><title>Pet Peeves</title><content type="html">&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Calibri"&gt;My friend at work really hates when people don't put a subject in their emails.&amp;nbsp; I hate it when people put too much in their subject line.&amp;nbsp; Or worse, they put their whole fricken message in the subject line and nothing in the body of the email.&amp;nbsp; Do not put 3 sentences in the subject line, damnit!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-1026842919089591850?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O-Vr6Yt2-2E4UfssPDGe0Otsziw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O-Vr6Yt2-2E4UfssPDGe0Otsziw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O-Vr6Yt2-2E4UfssPDGe0Otsziw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O-Vr6Yt2-2E4UfssPDGe0Otsziw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/-2X-NFy9rtk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1026842919089591850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=1026842919089591850&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/1026842919089591850?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/1026842919089591850?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/-2X-NFy9rtk/pet-peeves.html" title="Pet Peeves" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/pet-peeves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGQXkyfCp7ImA9WxFSGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-2450333366280689784</id><published>2010-04-20T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:12:00.794-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-20T18:12:00.794-07:00</app:edited><title>Internet</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems as though I'm getting a lot of those... whatever they're called things that automatically post comments on your blog.  I think they're supposed to be like spam in the blog world.  Anyway, they're pretty fucking annoying and I've been deleting them when I remember to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BTW, does anyone have a mobileme account?  Is it worth it?  What are the benefits for me?  I did a bit of reading on it and it doesn't look like it's anything special - nothing there that I can't already do with Google or my ISP webspace.  Can anyone convince me that I should spend $100/year on mobileme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-2450333366280689784?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LyaBfKBit7p6hPjyQgE8E0M65UU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LyaBfKBit7p6hPjyQgE8E0M65UU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/GVFk7kuZ2Aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1912006780533730421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=1912006780533730421&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/1912006780533730421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/1912006780533730421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/GVFk7kuZ2Aw/i-figured-it-out.html" title="I Figured it Out" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-figured-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGSXk6cCp7ImA9WxBaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-4302528986507683146</id><published>2010-03-21T09:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:53:48.718-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-21T09:53:48.718-07:00</app:edited><title>Quality Time</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Celia often works on weekends.  I could probably count on one hand how many weekends she's had off in the past year (Saturday &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Sunday).  What this usually means to me is that I'm home alone with the kids.  I have to feed them, entertain them, clean them, and/or put them to bed.  I'm not saying this is a bad thing, but it is tiring.  The nice thing about this is that I can have some real quality time with them.  I don't get to play with them much on weekdays because it's all business when I get home: prepare dinner, feed, clean up, bathe, bedtime.  It's nice to spend the day to just play with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-4302528986507683146?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HDd_7DR5c6DE6lSfu6lI8opHF7w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HDd_7DR5c6DE6lSfu6lI8opHF7w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/7xNE7clr0k8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4302528986507683146/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=4302528986507683146&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/4302528986507683146?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/4302528986507683146?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/7xNE7clr0k8/quality-time.html" title="Quality Time" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/quality-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcAQ3Y_eyp7ImA9WxBVGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-3792244271481216527</id><published>2010-02-23T19:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:00:42.843-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T20:00:42.843-08:00</app:edited><title>Pet Peeve</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know what I find annoying?  When people say, "I use my bluetooth to talk on the phone while driving."  "Bluetooth" does not refer to the device itself.  "Bluetooth" is wireless protocol used to connect devices over a short distances.  That thing hanging off your ear is just a wireless headset that connects to your phone using "Bluetooth".  It's quite common for people to use the term this way and it drives me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-3792244271481216527?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DY7sULfjoIjF0LpeSXDs5Tt7OXc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DY7sULfjoIjF0LpeSXDs5Tt7OXc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~4/Ym0yyHsVE8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3792244271481216527/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6127860&amp;postID=3792244271481216527&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/3792244271481216527?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127860/posts/default/3792244271481216527?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/SXhSb/~3/Ym0yyHsVE8I/pet-peeve.html" title="Pet Peeve" /><author><name>Oliver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01899566958578925680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://members.shaw.ca/odelapaz/oliver2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/pet-peeve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NQXo_fip7ImA9WxBVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127860.post-6891623926276028317</id><published>2010-02-23T01:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:23:10.446-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T01:23:10.446-08:00</app:edited><title>The Door is Closed</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I bought my first iPod, I was a little unsure of how often I would actually want to put headphones on and drown out the world with my music.  At first, I would hook it up to some portable speakers so I could still hear stuff going on around me.  I'd probably still do that except now I wear my headphones at work so I can ignore people that try to talk to me.  It's not that I don't want to talk to them, I just don't want to talk to them.  I can still kinda hear them cuz I don't turn it up all the way, but now I have an excuse for why I completely ignored them.  It's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127860-6891623926276028317?l=oliverdelapaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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