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Digital smoke signals

the first ever mobile that existed in the family was my brother’s, an analogue (remember cloning problems with these muthas?) motorola monstrosity which had red LED for its display. my first dalliance with the mobile phone (or cellular or cellphone or whatever you wanna call it) was in the days when the digital GSM-900 band [...]

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Daphne

[this review is 3 years overdue!] not the latest acquisition but a gift from my brother for finally passing my professional exams in 2006. my only other strat is the xingxiao, a squier strat which sounds really thin (crap basswood, made in china etc. – making excuses here) until i had it set up prior to [...]

Snippets

• we call this ais krim jail. well, when it's served in its usual metal receptacle, that is. #
• categories are working now. yay! #
• as the dutiful son, i brought dad to our annual oxfordshire visit. no emma watson (thanks, relucent, for the heads up!). by the way, the photos are all from the 3GS. bloggable, not for picture frames. the old and battered N95 still rocks in this department, i'm afraid. #
• in 1984, my parents taped a 30-minute pre-grammy award programme that was aired on telly, as i was away in boarding school. the tape was my introduction to the concept of the music video before MTV entered my household and obviously was played to death. it had only 5 songs in it - the police's every breathe you take, billy joel's uptown girl, culture club's karma chameleon and michael jackson's beat it and billie jean. to say that the white-socked, one-gloved moonwalker didn't contribute to my interest in muzik would be a lie. rest in peace, yo. #
• The Flickr method. #