Be Together. Not the Same.

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A picture of many different feet I took a couple years ago

The world is an interesting place. With over 7 billion people on the planet, there is never a shortage of stories and knowledge to go around. If someone could round up all of the people in the world and put them in one large open space, and then ask everyone one of them to write an interesting fact about themselves on a giant board, there would be an entire book written (at least by those that could write).

If we were all the same, nothing would get done. It’s our mission to paint the world with many different colors. We do not own this planet – we are merely renting it until we die. The world is our playground and we continue to shape it into whatever we want.

Android’s tagline is Be Together. Not the Same. Not everyone can be a Zuckerberg or Oprah. You don’t have to force yourself to fit in to be popular. Be the most unique person and you will be rewarded with a rich and rewarding life. Be a part of the dance but don’t dance the same dance, if that makes any sense.

Diverse

For some reason, my domain name doesn’t work anymore. I got an error message saying “macbofisbil.com’s DNS server could not be found” and couldn’t access my blog site. I tried fixing this but don’t have access to the complicated code files so I ended up going back to the .wordpress domain everything worked again.

Froyo and More – A to Z Foods

 

The Android froyo on Google's campus
Source: Travis Wise, CC By 2.0, via Flickr 

I absolutely love the names Google gives to versions of their Android operating system. It sure is a lot better than the bland version numbers that they receive. Every phone has a personality just by looking at the name and you instantly feel a connection (if that sounds weird).

Now, I haven’t had a whole lot of experience with Android (only having had one phone that got lost or stolen, I don’t know which), but I have to say that the phones are a lot more friendly and customizable than the iPhone at first glance, though I’ve never owned an iPhone so I can’t be sure. There are many different companies offering Android phones at reasonable prices, while iPhone is just by Apple and can be very expensive.

Every Google Android version, from unnamed to the next delicious dessert:

Android 1.o, 1.1
Android 1.5 Cupcake
Android 1.6 Donut
Android 2.0, 2.1 Eclair
Android 2.2 Froyo – the first version that I bought in 2011, during the hype and rise of smartphones and tablets everywhere by nearly every major tech company.
Android 2.3, 2.4 Gingerbread
Android 3.0, 3.1, 3.2 Honeycomb
Android 4.0 Icecream Sandwich
Android 4.1 Jellybean
Android 4.4 KitKat
Android 5.x Lollipop
Android 6.x Marshmallow

What’s the next version going to be called? I’m predicting Hot Fudge or maybe even Chocolate Chip. It’s codenamed N for now. At least Google has a sense of humor.

I could really use a new smartphone. The screen on mine is busted and I’ve had it since 2013. I look back to the days when I was absolutely eager to buy a new phone, looking online and searching for the best deal. It was always a joy to receive it in the mail, unboxing it and instantly feeling like one of the cool kids, being able to upgrade from the out of style flipphone. Now, it’s not really that big of a deal anymore because I’ve grown up and the technology is not new anymore, but during my walks to college, listening to music from Pandora on my phone instantly made me feel great.

Nostalgia. It’s hard to shake it off.

A to Z Challenge 2016

Talking to My Phone

Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them?


WIN_20141106_132122 (2)If one object could hear me,
I would choose my phone,
Because it is like my extended arm,
What I always carry to and from home.
It’s not the greatest phone,
Doesn’t even text right now,
I can take pictures but not call,
Can search the web but not all.
I would tell this phone that she has done me good,
Surviving for over a year like most phones wish they could.
You’ve been beaten, dropped, kicked, stepped on, lost, and wet in the shower,
But you still work like a champ and that is your finest hour.
You can’t really rival an iPhone or a super powered Android,
Couldn’t hold a candle to the fancy Galaxy of fanboys,
But you are serviceable and are what a phone was intended for,
Calling people, not scanning off QR codes at the store.
Your screen is smudged and potmarked like faces,
Your camera takes good pictures just not in all places.
Music is the one thing you are good for,
When Headphones plugs into you, the room begins to soar.

“So we will always be good friends?,” my phone would say
“Yes, until the day we part ways.”
“But we won’t ever part ways, will we?”
“I’m afraid so, once a much better piece of technology reaches my hands.”
“But…but…oh, I understand.”
“You understand what?”
“I’m not the most powerful phone out there, don’t have customizable apps, can’t map out your journey to work.”
“You have a Facebook app, which works pretty well. Twitter is also on there.”
“I know, but how many times do you use those apps in a day?”
“I use them when the time is right. My laptop is always near me for that matter. The apps are good for on the go or when I’m in a hotel room.”
“What about my notepad and alarm clocks?”
“Those are very useful though the alarms seem to go off at the most inopportune times.”
“Yes, but you are the one who sets those alarms.”
“I know but you could at least tell me when those alarms are not necessary.”
“Wish I could but I’m not that smart. I’m what you call a semi-smartphone.”
“You are being modest, Elle, you are a very smart phone.”
“Don’t lie to me. I look fat don’t I?”
“What? You aren’t fat. A little on the thick side but I wouldn’t say fat.”
“I’m short and rectangular and the Internet is hard to see on me.”
“So? That’s what makes you unique. You aren’t getting bigger in size like a lot of the new phones. You are small and compact and easy to fit into my pocket. Try doing that with one of those giant iPhones now.”
“You’re right. I am a good phone. Useful, compact, can store things, do simple tasks. But you are still going to give me up someday and I am sad.”
“Not entirely. You’ll still be there for some small tasks like picture taking.”
“But the new phone will surely have a much better camera than mine.”
“Yes but I will always like to go back to using you for pictures because of the nostalgia it entails.”
“Well, that’s nice, though you will probably give up on me after new techno corners satisfies you greatly.”
“Yes, that day will come and you will probably be sitting in a dresser drawer, collecting dust, your number going back into the vat of recycled numbers to be redistributed again, but I will always remember the times I had with you, every moment we had together.”
Elle’s alarm goes off suddenly, a sad tune that hints of parting ways with a friend.
“I’ll miss you, old pal. When the new phone comes can I still be carried around in your pocket for a little while?”
“I suppose so but new phone might not like that, wanting to be the dominant force in owner’s hands. Besides, carrying around two phones is silly and cumbersome.”
“Oh…I see…well, at least you’ll remember me, unlike the rest of your phones that are probably just mulch now.”
“I remember them, Elle, like the dead souls of technology long gone. That first flip phone called Marble that kept me up through the nights with games of Brick Break, my second phone called Slider that made me feel like I was really innovative and hip. The memories…now it’s too bad I see my parents using flip phones and I call them old when I was using the same thing only about six years ago in high school. Then iPhone came and everything changed.”
“I second that,” says Elle.


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