Apple’s web traffic jams and the first good satire.
Two-Meat Tuesday (in spirit)
1. Apple news 2. Romeo’s
1. Apple’s news
(And pursuant to my vow, I tired yesterday afternoon – but the Apple server was “busy” – imagine that.)
The tiniest “iPod” looks okay, but I fail to see any part of it that I need, it’s just a (probably) well-executed mini-flash player.
The “iWorks” and “iLife” suites look, well, sweet, and I’ve been longing for a way to break free from MS Word as the default tool. I can only hope. The price is certainly right. It was that Garage Band software that made it so easy to just plug and play for recording a weekly audio message, as The Clash lyric goes, “with guitars!”
The “mini-Mac”? What can I say that more knowledgeable computer types haven’t already said? Sure, I want one. Fortunately, the Apple server busied out on my first try to price one. Sub-$500 is good starting point. But with RAM, Hard Drive, and wireless card? It starts to rack up in price. Still under a grand, but maybe more than I want to spend for unit that will, basically, just sit here on desk. But it would free up some desk space, that’s for sure, and it cold be worked into a project that I was toying with, and that might just justify everything.
Or it might not. Depends on this weekend’s profit, wait and see.
2. Peg stopped by for a lunch date, and we wandered over to Romeo’s, a favorite spot. It’s close, the afternoon was nice, and there was the kindest Taurus lad waiting on us. Peg admitted something about the sound of his voice alone – and she was ready to abscond with him.
At the end of the meal, the waiter came by and chastised Peg for not finishing her meal – two huge Italian Enchiladas – Manicotti? Something like that. Then along came another fellow. I didn’t catch his name, because I was stuffed. He enquired as to our health, the service, and the and the quality of the food. Turns out he’s the owner. Or new owner, or whatever. Well-groomed, early middle-age, well-appointed, and almost unctuous, but nice. He didn’t brag about his position, in fact, he demurred until I pressed the point, a certain reticent quality. After he left us, I pointed out that he was doing exactly what good business owners should be doing.
Stop. Take time to talk to the customers. Listen to what the customers say. In this case, I was rather effusive with my praise, but then, I like the place, not just because it’s close, or a good spot for a romantic meal, but because the food is good. That’s important. Texas-Italian fusion food.
It wasn’t until I was putting these comments down that I realized what was missing from Romeo’s menu. One item: something really hot. Some kind of dish that goes to 11.
