I was talking to a family geek about the two phones, The Apple iphone kit and Google’s Android. It was said that there was in-built advertising on the one,the Apple. There was a certain naiveté, I felt, in suggesting that Google were not exploiting similar potential with their product.
A little bit of research revealed that Google had already got underlying ‘acceptable’ ads behind their system. I’m not sure who the ads are acceptable to. The Google underlying adverts would be installed with the same rationale as Apple has, a profit motivation. In this, all phone manufacturers and resellers are playing the same game. I guess I.T. organisations will be telling mankind that all marketing is good for the soul. Will it become the next ‘must have’, the next faith forum?
There’s a lot to be said for staying with a good old fashioned cell phone that just makes phone calls, if anyone can remember what they are. And for a bit of added excitement, a wee facility to send text messages would be useful, though not essential, since voice messaging is bound to be in the bundle.
There’s been too much domestic technology this week. Certain parts of the UK are slowly being brought into the digital age. We decided to cave in and get a new TV just in time for switch on. Do we need an external aerial? Maybe not; best to wait till the two switch over dates have passed and see what happens, we were told. Okay, they’re very soon. Meantime, I am wondering if the new technology warms up to the full bloom of colour, (it does seem to) or if it’s hunting for brilliance. The bobbing from horizontal to stretch limousine style pictures I can temporarily live with, since I don’t watch much on the box, (ooh I can’t say that now, it’s not a box)….. Darn, that’s another change.
Our new router is ever so easy to set up, said the salesman. Are they ever! Not if you have some old technology in the house which stubbornly refuses to acknowledge anything except through a lovely yellow cable. A specialist arrived tonight to unknot the blocks. To work, the router’s new age security level had to be reduced a bit, but then the equipment had to be set on a slightly different technology footing as well. Either that or buy another new computer…. too expensive, so no, not for now. An obscure setting was causing bother as well. Oh, and just for good measure, the system password had to be modified to match the restyled arrangements.
I’m not sure why my old printer isn’t talking to my programmes. It’s probably kicking up because it’s competing with a new one. I haven’t got my head round it yet. It’s still got plenty ink in the cartridge, (its mono so no colour worries there) and I intend to use up the ink before the printer – wobbly on its metaphoric legs but usable – bites the dust.
Going down virtual memory lane this morning, I happened on the website of my alma mater; or, to be less opaque, the place where I got my higher education qualification. I set up a subscription registration so I could access the site, my last one, whenever it was, had well and truly lapsed.
There’s been a lot going on since I saw the incarnation of the website umpteen moons ago. The presentation was snazzy, friendly, and all the links buzzed you off somewhere useful. That is, till I wanted to get into the PQ section. The little interpreter in my mind told me that ‘PQ’ was bound to mean ‘post qualification or post qualifying’. “Okay, that’s me“, I said to myself, so I clicked on the gateway. Why on earth, then, did I get a message telling me ‘PQ’ was a restricted area only for registered subscribers?
I am a registered subscriber!
The number of times I have been asked if I have the good old fashioned fax system set me thinking today. It is not something I would use from day to day or even week to week, yet there is obviously still a niche for this technology. The ubiquitous email has not yet ousted the fax and I wonder if it will.