Thursday, July 30, 2009
Upload Pctures to Blackberry phone?
Hi. I have some photos in my Google Documents folder which I would like to upload to my BB 8900 phone, either in the media card or just as files. Can I do this, and if so, how?
Friday, August 8, 2008
Joshua winning on So You Think You Can Dance is satisfying, on many levels. I really like Joshua, shallowly even more since he lost the braces, and he seems to be not only an amazing dancer but a genuinely lovely person. He's been a good sport throughout the competition, and has taken everything thrown at him and used it to great advantage. I loved watching him partner with many of the Top 20, but of course I adored him most with Katee. And with Twitch. So, about Twitch: I love him, but I never thought he would win (I always thought Katee would, right up until her shocking elimination in last night's first hour) but I always thought he would go the distance. In the last couple of weeks my Twitch love diminished, however, and I can trace it to his wild overreaction to being put into the bottom three. It seemed off, and also the result of hubris. And Cat didn't like it, either, I could tell. I loved Twitch best when he was part of the fabulous Twitchington, and that's how I'll remember him. But Joshua, with his high leaps and his sexy samba pants, should go on to fine things. Congratulations. What else did I love? I loved seeing Mary dance the samba, but even better, I loved Nigel dancing with all of Debbie Allen's kids. Good TV.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Some thoughts on Mad Men, episode 2
here's what Ive posted today on "What's Alan Watching:"
About Joan and racism, I think what I have been trying to do is see these people and their attitudes, as much as possible, as they are in terms of the times they inhabit. It may be easier for me than most because I am of that period. I came to New York in the early sixties, straight from a college where I always say I majored in picketing. I well remember that then, I was frighteningly sincere about my liberal code of ethics, and I am proud of much that I did and said. But I also confess that a little of Paul's posturing cuts uncomfortably close to home, because I was very proud to have a "Negro" boyfriend. And proud that I shocked my family by doing so. So I try very hard not to apply today's more politically correct mores to that less-enlightened time.
About Peter and Peggy and who knows what. I agree with Alan that Pete is clueless, and I'll go further. I believe Pete is being browbeaten, ever so nicely, by his in-laws into taking responsibility for the lack of children running around his tastefully furnished apartment. If his wife turns out to be infertile, that may bring Peggy's farmed-out child back into focus. I think that Don knows some, if not all, of Peggy's situation. As the person she reports to and the one who would have had to sign off on an extended leave, Don either knows she had an unplanned pregnancy or some sort of breakdown. I suspect the first would be easier for her to return from, work-wise, than the latter, in the early 60s.
Finally, Betty may nor have crossed the border into borderline personality syndrome, but there is some serious and ugly stuff underneath that pretty blonde 'do of hers. Whatever happened after she sent a message to Don via her shrink, she is becoming quite the homemaker/ballbreaker. And what she says to her children makes me fear that I might add sociopath to the mix. Come to think of it, she did harm small animals last season. Remember the birds?
About Joan and racism, I think what I have been trying to do is see these people and their attitudes, as much as possible, as they are in terms of the times they inhabit. It may be easier for me than most because I am of that period. I came to New York in the early sixties, straight from a college where I always say I majored in picketing. I well remember that then, I was frighteningly sincere about my liberal code of ethics, and I am proud of much that I did and said. But I also confess that a little of Paul's posturing cuts uncomfortably close to home, because I was very proud to have a "Negro" boyfriend. And proud that I shocked my family by doing so. So I try very hard not to apply today's more politically correct mores to that less-enlightened time.
About Peter and Peggy and who knows what. I agree with Alan that Pete is clueless, and I'll go further. I believe Pete is being browbeaten, ever so nicely, by his in-laws into taking responsibility for the lack of children running around his tastefully furnished apartment. If his wife turns out to be infertile, that may bring Peggy's farmed-out child back into focus. I think that Don knows some, if not all, of Peggy's situation. As the person she reports to and the one who would have had to sign off on an extended leave, Don either knows she had an unplanned pregnancy or some sort of breakdown. I suspect the first would be easier for her to return from, work-wise, than the latter, in the early 60s.
Finally, Betty may nor have crossed the border into borderline personality syndrome, but there is some serious and ugly stuff underneath that pretty blonde 'do of hers. Whatever happened after she sent a message to Don via her shrink, she is becoming quite the homemaker/ballbreaker. And what she says to her children makes me fear that I might add sociopath to the mix. Come to think of it, she did harm small animals last season. Remember the birds?
And so it begins....
...not with a bang, or a whimper, either. Why am I blogging, and why now? Perhaps because I recently sustained a crack to the back of my noggin, and the urge to leave something behind that reflects who I am was the legacy. That and a persistent headache.
My work is serious and time consuming, but my downtime seems now to be filled with images from the small screen. Well, the 37" screen. I am watching so much these days, and the desire to communicate my thoughts appears to bleed over from my list of friends who either share my passions or will indulge me by listening. After a while, though, reality tells me that my current Depressed Stockbroker is not really interested in just how much Project Runway's Suede irritates me. Or why I adore Catherine Tate on Dr. Who, but have little interest in her elsewhere. She bovvers me, in fact. Perhaps this is the one, the only venue that will allow me free reign to babble. We'll see.
My work is serious and time consuming, but my downtime seems now to be filled with images from the small screen. Well, the 37" screen. I am watching so much these days, and the desire to communicate my thoughts appears to bleed over from my list of friends who either share my passions or will indulge me by listening. After a while, though, reality tells me that my current Depressed Stockbroker is not really interested in just how much Project Runway's Suede irritates me. Or why I adore Catherine Tate on Dr. Who, but have little interest in her elsewhere. She bovvers me, in fact. Perhaps this is the one, the only venue that will allow me free reign to babble. We'll see.
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