In the days following the iPhone 4 announcement (and again once the phone was in people’s hands) I was pointed to what seemed like multiple articles and blog posts assessing Apple’s claim that the human eye could not distinguish pixels on its Retina display (including one that used macro photography for its analysis).
Imagine my surprise when I visited an Apple retail store and found that I could clearly see blocky pixelation artifacts on iPhone 4 where I’d never been able to on any previous model of iPhone.
I am TERRIBLE with names. And as a frequent stay-at-home father I am constantly interacting with people whose names I should probably keep track of, but whom I would never consider adding to my Contacts/Address Book.
Parents and grandparents and siblings of kids in my son’s classroom or day camp. Part-time aftercare staffers. Substitute teachers. Staff at the gymnastics or dance studio. Kids in upper grades who seem to know my kid.
This doesn’t even include people you might run into each week at Church, at the gym, at the coffee shop where you go to work. That couple you met at your friends’ cocktail or dinner party. Your friend’s bandmates.
You don’t need these people to be Facebook friends, or LinkedIn contacts.
One of the boy’s dads joined in, throwing perfect spirals a gazillion feet in the air while all the boys waited to try to catch the ball. Then, they ran and chased the ball carrier with wild glee and shouted for the dad to do it again. And again. And again.
The one in the center in back, looking up in a slightly different direction than the kids who’ve done this before?
I wanted to wait to write about the LOST finale until after I was no longer feeling enraged about it. But rather than argue about its narrative choices I’d like to reflect on what people have taken away from the show in hindsight.
A great many people on the internet seemed to enjoy and reblog that cartload of steaming polar bear shit that kept being attributed to an “anonymous LOST writer”. (Hint: the plural noun “writers” does not contain an apostrophe.)
Within and outside of this essay, I read or heard two assertions repeated several times. Granted I read or heard more than just two, but these are the ones that distended my craw: