TMI

TMI - Too much information - the phrase used to describe a situation when a friend has shared too intimate of information has become my new catchphrase.  But not about intimacy - about overabundance.  There is just too much information out there to manage.  I have already talked about the difficulty in keeping up with all of my techno communications options: twitter, blog, phone, IM, facebook, IMVU, meez and some others I have gotten so behind in that I have forgotten them.  But there is also an overload of information out there about stuff I am interested in. I have a pile of magazines and newsletters to read at home and then another at work, email in my inbox (email...I forgot about email in my previous list) with interesting articles forwarded to me, tweets of other articles, blog to be read...and all of it containing interesting information I don’t want to miss out on.  But there is just so much!  ... how many articles about the ipad do I need to read?  There should be a platform that lets you plug in all your articles and then whenever you added a new article, it tells you what new information is in that article.  That would be... (wait for it) … AWESOME

ipad humor

Okay for a funny but somewhat tasteless joke about the ipad - check out this MADTV video on youtube.  Keep in mind this was made several years ago, long before the latest ipad.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krN1CMlybqw

A little tech humor

During a recent PASSWORD AUDIT at a Bank it was found that Paddy O'Toole was using the following password:


MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofyDublin


When Paddy was asked why he had such a long password: he replied  'Bejazus! are yez stupid? Shore Oi was told me password had to be at least 8 characters long and include one capital''

ipad anticipation...from way back

This snippet came through on the IAFA listserve tosay and I thought it was to good not to pass on. 


In 2001: A Space Odyssey, Dr. Heywood Floyd, on his way to the Moon (ch. 9):


When he tired of official reports and memoranda and minutes, he would plug his foolscap-sized Newspad into the ship's information circuit and scan the latest reports from Earth. One by one he would conjure up the world's major electronic papers; he knew the codes of the more important ones by heart, and had no need to consult the list on the back of his pad. Switching to the display unit's short-term memory, he would hold the front page while he quickly searched the headlines and noted the items that interested him.

Each had its own two-digit reference; when he punched that, the postage-stamp-sized rectangle would expand until it neatly filled the screen and he could read it with comfort. When he had finished, he would flash back to the complete page and select a new subject for detailed examination.

Floyd sometimes wondered if the Newspad, and the fantastic technology behind it, was the last word in man's quest for perfect communications. Here he was, far out in space, speeding away from Earth at thousands of miles an hour, yet in a few milliseconds he could see the headlines of any newspaper he pleased. (That very word "newspaper," of course, was an anachronistic hangover into the age of electronics.) The text was updated automatically on every hour; even if one read only the English versions, one could spend an entire lifetime doing nothing but absorbing the ever-changing flow of information from the news satellites.

It was hard to imagine how the system could be improved or made more convenient. But sooner or later, Floyd guessed, it would pass away, to be replaced by something as unimaginable as the Newspad itself would have been to Caxton or Gutenberg.