The most stationary of all stationery items, scissors hate to be hurried. I learned this as a child. You did too, probably. Don't run with scissors. A clear and simple instruction. Pencils, glue, staples... no problem. For them, like us, it's a finite existence. Time is short so don't dilly dally. But don't run with scissors.
Sunday, 4 November 2012
I have transferred this blog, pretty much in its entirety, here www.seanfleming.com
If you are one of those people who subscribed to this blog, first and foremost I'd like to say a huge thank you.
When I started this blog, I didn't expect many people (if any) would read it. I've been moved by comments and feedback I've had to the things I've published.
There is a subscribe option on the new site - top left corner.
I hope you'll swing by sometime soon.
Friday, 26 October 2012
Sunday, 14 October 2012
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Friday, 5 October 2012
|My passport photo, taken in 1992|
I was waiting for a train to take me to Fayetteville, North Carolina. All the trains were delayed. As any fellow Brits will know, this is a situation we have all become accustomed to. And so it was that I found myself hanging around at Penn Station with lots of other delayed travellers, one of whom struck up a conversation with me.
- Me: “what are you doing at college?”
- Him: “liberal arts.”
- Him: “how about yourself?”
- Me: “I’m travelling round for a few weeks, I’ve got some friends in Maine and North Carolina, and my brother lives in Michigan. Last week I was in Toronto for a few days.”
- Him: “may I just say, you speak really good English.”
- Voice in Sean’s head: “RUN! RUN! HE’S CLEARLY ONE OF THOSE PSYCHO KILLERS FROM NEW YORK EVERYONE’S WARNED YOU ABOUT!!”
- My actual voice: “Er, I’m English.” (note: I’m not, I’m an Irishman who grew up in England, but that’s a tale for another occasion)
- Him: “Sure, but how come you speak such good English?” (the ‘such’ and the ‘good’ were over emphasized)
- Voice in Sean’s head: “THIS IS HOW IT ENDS…!”
- My actual voice: “Well, I come from England. I grew up there. It’s what we speak. I really ought to find a telephone. It’s been great meeting you.”
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Judging by the evidence below, it appears I may have focused on the fact that "people like Apple" - but I somehow doubt that was the case.
|September 2012 word cloud|
Sunday, 23 September 2012
I got a tweet from Charles Arthur, the technology editor at the Guardian. I was flattered that he'd read my piece. Here it is:
Well, I worried that I may now look a bit of a prat. While it wouldn't be the first time, it's not a state-of-being I like having thrust upon me.
To that end, here (below) is a screengrab of the sync history from when I synced my phone and laptop at around 2:30pm.
You'll learn two things from this.
The first is that the term DRM is used and given as a reason for the failure of certain things to sync, thereby mitigating the risk of my looking like the sort of prat who mightn't know that "apple (sic) hasn't had DRM on music for years."
I should stress, I am not arguing with Charles. I am merely drawing your attention to the fact that the piece, which is written purely as opinion not fact, is drawn upon my experiences not my assumptions. It may well be the case there's no DRM on music via Apple. Yet it appears here in an error message.
The second thing you'll learn is there's right old motley collection of stuff to be found a-lurking in my iTunes library. From "My Sharona" to "Finn Family Moomintroll", from "Psycho Killer" to "Brideshead Revisited".
To Charles's other point, yes there are ways around this stuff, but I think the ease-of-use aspect of my piece was apparent. This piece is a comment on how Apple make it easy for you to stay and (relatively) hard for you to leave - hence the analogy of frogs being slowly cooked. It is not a "How to..." guide, which is just as well really, as I'm sure you'd agree.
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Thank you so much to everyone who read and shared this post, and others, in the effort to find him.
Andrew McArthur is a vulnerable young man who went missing yesterday and was last seen in West Wickham – the Bromley end of south east Greater London.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
|Dr Hugh Milroy, CEO of Veterans Aid|