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Friday, December 17, 2010

Signs of the apocalypse

* Stock in private tech startups has risen 54% in the past six months.

* A company that makes a wristband for using your iPod Nano as a wristwatch has raised nearly $1 million in venture funding.

* A company that makes pants — that’s right, fucking pantsjust raised $18.5 million. On top of the $7.7 million they’d raised previously.

* Twitter is now worth $3.7 billion, and Facebook is worth $45 billion but that’s a bargain because it will easily be worth $200 billion by 2015, and by 2020 could be the first company with a $1 zillion maket value, so buy-buy-buy, everybody!

Right. And back in 2007, Fortune raved about how huge Second Life was going to be, and some visionary person who could see into the future because he knew so much about technology said: “In two years I think Second Life will be huge, probably as large as the entire gaming community is today.”

Food for thought.


Monday, December 6, 2010

Hate-spewing “Christians” need to listen up

You may have heard that a bunch of born-again idiots tried to sneak a gay-hating app into our App Store, and we pulled it, and now the wingnuts are protesting. See coverage on Catholic News Agency and Newser and ABC. Katie says I should just say nothing and let the whole thing fade away, which is what we usually do whenever organizations try to use our popularity to stir up “controversy” and attract attention for their causes. (Yes, I’m talking to you, Greenpeace.) But this time I just can’t hold back. I’m sorry, but there are a few things I’ve been wanting to say for a long time now, and this trumped-up “spat” gives me a chance to say them.

Dear faux Christians,

First of all, it’s my store, and I’ll sell what I want, and I will not sell what I don’t want to sell. That’s my definition of freedom — I’m free to do whatever the hell I want with my store.

Second, your “religion” is a myth. It’s bogus. Jesus did not die and rise from the tomb and ascend into heaven. Okay? That. Did. Not. Happen. God did not take the form of a little bird and fly down and impregnate an unwed teenage virgin girl so that she could give birth to a half-human half-divine man-god. Immaculate conception, virgin birth, raising people from the dead, walking on water, loaves and fishes — great stories, but correctly filed under “fiction.” The sad fact is, what you call “faith” is a form of mental illness. It’s amazing enough that so many of you are running around in your mental case dream world. But it’s simply unacceptable when you start trying to impose your delusions upon the rest of us. Cynical politicians may feel the need to humor you and kowtow to your demands. I, however, do not.

Third, while Christianity is completely a myth, it would be useful if you actually understood the myth that you purport to be building your lives around. The sad fact is that you do not even understand the philosophy you claim to espouse. I do not know if you are intentionally misunderstanding the myth, or if you are just stupid and/or poorly educated. But your beliefs are not, in fact, Christian. Heck, if you’re a Roman Catholic, your entire organization is not Christian. It’s Roman paganism with the name of Christ grafted onto it. Ever seen the Vatican? Please explain how that jibes with anything Christ ever said or taught. Or here’s a fun exercise. Go to Rome, and visit the Forum, then walk across town and visit the Vatican. Wait for the bells to start going off in your head.

Protestants moved in the right direction when they figured this out and broke away from Rome. But over the centuries they too have been corrupted, and in the last fifty years the nutso born-agains have twisted everything up and what they call their “religion” no longer has anything to do with anything Christ ever said or taught — it’s about using Christ’s name to gain secular power. Let me explain. Jesus Christ did not preach hate. He did not tell people to oppress other people. He did not ever say that he hated gay people. He did not tell his apostles to run for political office after he died so they could change the laws of Rome.

I’m not even a Christian, and even I know this stuff. So let me take a moment to explain some of it to you.

There was a story about a Good Samaritan. Have you heard of it? Do you understand it? The message isn’t that you should help strangers. That story is about violating taboos. The Samaritans and Jews weren’t strangers to each other — they hated each other. Like, seriously hated. Like, Jews weren’t supposed to talk to Samaritans or they’d be unclean and need cleansing or something. But wait, there’s more. One of the guys who wouldn’t touch the beaten Jew was a priest. The other guy was a Levite — meaning, a big deal super-duper high-class extra-holy Jew. You know why those two guys walked by the injured Jew and didn’t help? Because it was considered unclean to touch a dead body, and they figured that if they tried to help the guy and the guy turned out to be dead, they would be defiled. So they walked by.

Do you get it now? Jesus, your big hero, was saying that if you have some rule or conventional wisdom that causes you to do harm to people, violate the goddamn rule. You probably cannot understand how shocking this story was when Jesus told it. Because this was really, really shocking. First, he’s saying that the priests and Levites are jerks; and second, he’s saying that Samaritans, the skankiest, nastiest, grossest, most reviled people in that part of the world, were better than priests and Levites.

Continuing in this vein, check out the story about Jesus asking a Samaritan woman to pull him a bucket of water from her well. Again, total taboo breaking. First of all, he’s not supposed to talk to a woman in public. Second, he’s definitely not supposed to discuss theology with a woman. Third, he’s not supposed to drink water from a well that belongs to a skanky old Samaritan. Fourth, the woman is described as being a bit of a whore. Fifth, oh yeah — did I mention that she was a Samaritan?

Taboo breaking happens all over the place in the Jesus myth. (And let’s be clear. This is all a myth. But it’s actually an instructive myth, if you understand it.) Jesus heals a woman who’s suffering from menstrual flow; she touches his robes. This makes him unclean. Does he get pissed off? No, he blesses her and calls her “daughter.” He heals the son (or possibly servant) of a centurion. He heals people on the Sabbath.

Or let me digress to the story of the Prodigal Son, which you presumably also do not understand, despite your claim to be Christians. The point of that story is not that it’s great to forgive sinners like the younger son who asks for his inheritance, leaves, squanders it, and then returns in shame after tending pigs (a Jew tending pigs — get it? ) and falling on hard times. No, the point of that story is the older son. He’s the dipshit who thinks he’s such a great, obedient, law-abiding, straight-arrow goody-goody, and who gets all pissed when Dad celebrates the return of the younger son, and complains about this, because — pay attention — he’s a hypocrite. He follows the rules, and does everything he’s supposed to do. But you know what? He’s the bad guy in this story.

So let’s move on and return to our discussion of hating the homos. Let him who is without sin cast the first stone? Ring any bells? Or how about this: Judge not, lest ye be judged?

Oh, and here’s one that you even put on your own Manhattan Declaration document, which is ironic because you don’t seem to understand what it means and in fact what you’re doing is the exact opposite of what this statement intended: Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s. In other words, do not become entwined with the state. Focus on the next world, not on this one. Or, to be more blunt: Stay the hell out of politics, you boneheads. If a state or federal government wants to marry gay people, that’s their decision. Leave it alone. Go say some prayers.

Yet somehow you’ve twisted this around and interpret it to mean that you should impose your will onto others by passing laws that would force other people who do not share your beliefs to be bound by the rules of your Bible, even though (a) your Bible is fiction and (b) you’re not even interpreting the fiction correctly.

It’s bad enough that you’re hateful bigots. But to dress up your hate and bigotry as an expression of Christianity? That, my friends, is pure evil. If you want to go around hating people, fine. Go for it. It’s stupid, and pointless, but whatever. Go hate people. Just don’t go around saying Jesus told you to do it.

So, listen up. You can’t put your bullshit in my app store. I’m sorry. But I won’t let you use my store to spread your hate. I don’t want any part in the spreading of your phony religion, either. There is no God. There is no heaven. There also is no hell, which is too bad, because if hell did exist, you would surely be spending eternity there, with red-hot pokers up your butts. And nothing would make me happier.


Monday, November 29, 2010

R.I.P., Leslie Nielsen


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

In case you are traveling this week

I’m told that people who don’t have their own jets are being forced to subject to some humiliating patdowns. If you’re among those people, I will pray for your soul.


Thursday, November 18, 2010

I have no reason to run this photo

But I saw it on Gawker and found it inspirational. Apparently she is some kind of singer. I’ve asked my iTunes people to come up with some pretext for a meeting.


Woz backpedals, right on cue

He claims to Engadget that he was misquoted. Just like we told him to say. He was like, How can I just go out today and say the exact opposite of what I just said yesterday? I told him, Easy, I do it all the time. Then Katie dialed the number for Engadget and held up his cue cards while he spoke. Done and done.


Woz: Please start mincing words

Woz did an interview with Dutch newspaper in which he said lots of ridiculous shit including his spaced-out projection that Android will eventually become the dominant mobile platform. Somehow the boneheads at AOL/TechCrunch managed to translate the article from Flemish into English so they could run a post about it. We’ve told Woz, a million times, that if he wants to do an interview he needs to sit down with Katie first so she can tell him what to say. It’s pretty easy stuff, mostly along the lines of, “Yeah, it’s so exciting to see Apple doing so well and making such amazing products,” and, if asked anything specific, “Yeah, I really don’t know anything about that, and I don’t have any opinions on anything, and it wouldn’t make sense for me to speculate on a hypothetical.”

That’s our standard media training and Woz knows it, but he just goes off the reservation, again and again and again, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve reminded him that he’s still officially listed as an Apple employee and bound by same code of silence as everyone else. He just laughs.

The larger question is why on earth do reporters still care to interview Woz? He hasn’t actually worked here in 30 years. Why do people think he has some kind of special ability to project the future when it comes to mobile phone platforms? The last thing Woz made was the Apple II. It was a fine machine in its day but in the context of today’s mobile devices it’s a friggin toy.

Nevertheless, here’s Woz, spouting off, and and now it’s everywhere. Business Insider wrote it up. Then Engadget gleefully joins in, saying that Woz “has never been one to mince words.”

Dear Woz: Please start mincing words. Or I swear to friggin God, Katie will come over there and mince your nuts.


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

You will never forget this day, even if you live a thousand years

November 16, 2010. A date that has now been seared into history, alongside the day when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and the day that JFK got shot, which I think were both in December, but I don’t actually remember exactly, and the day of 9/11 which is of course easy to remember since it’s the actual name of the day.

But this? The Beatles on iTunes? Who will ever forget this day? Who will forget this day when the greatest musical artists of all time finally agreed to make their historically significant music be downloaded at a reasonable fee via the greatest online music store that has ever been created.

Even if you wanted to forget, I dare say, you will not be able to. No, you will never, ever erase this date from your memory.

Even if you live a hundred lifetimes, and survive a dozen world wars, and a nuclear attack by robots from outer space; even if you win the Nobel Prize for discovering the cure for cancer, and have so many children that you need to write down their birthdates so you remember when to send them cards, and even if you end up with full-blown friggin Alzheimer’s and can’t remember your own name — no, even then, I dare say, you will never, ever, forget this date.

Oh, and one more thing. Bite me, Yoko. Bite me hard.


Monday, November 15, 2010

Does nobody care that Facebook looks like ass?

Sweet holy Buddha, is this really the future that Mark Zuckerberg is damning us to? Below is a screen shot from the big Facebook announcement today, snipped from a slideshow onĀ Huffington Post along with the not-at-all-hyperbolic front page headline (above) declaring that this clusterfuck of ugly fonts and colors is “the way the future should work.”

Dear friends, I beg of you — look down at that page of horrors at the end of this post, and then ask yourself: Really? Can this really be true? Is there really anyone in the entire world who finds this user interface to be attractive?

After all the work I’ve done? After four decades of my Bauhaus-inspired radical minimalism and easy-on-the-eyes simplicity, this nightmare of buttons and icons and random colors, this messy electronic ransom note — this is the future? Do you have any idea how many hours, how many full days and weeks, that I’ve spent agonizing over the amount of white space that should be put at the edge of a screen? How many sleepless nights I’ve spent tossing and turning, my mind racing with decisions about type faces and kerning? And bezels and chamfers?

And now this. This world of shit and poor taste is where half a billion people choose to spend their time.

I look at Facebook and I feel the way I imagine I.M. Pei must feel when he looks at some giant public housing project. You just sit there going, Why? Why do this? Why make it so ugly when for just a tiny bit more effort you could make it, if not beautiful, at least not horrific?

I look at this page and I feel a migraine starting to come on. I feel dizzy, and get tunnel vision, and I have to go sit down on the floor in the child pose and just clear my mind.

It hurts me. Do you understand? It physically friggin hurts.

But this, we are told, is the future of messaging. All of these feeds (IMs, SMS, email) streamed into one giant steaming mountain of crap. Dear friends, this isn’t a product. It’s a punishment. But apparently there is nothing that any of us can do to stop it.


Friday, November 12, 2010

We have not delayed iOS 4.2, and there is no WiFi problem with 4.2 on iPads

Despite what you may have read on idiot blogs like Engadget, we have not “delayed” the release of iOS 4.2. What we have done is reset our ship date to a future date that has not yet been determined. That’s not a delay. It’s a date change. Also, contra Engadget, the new software is not having “issues” or suffering any “serious looking connectivity bug.” What Engadget seems to have stumbled upon is a new feature that enables the iPad to rapidly connect and disconnect to a wireless network, thus saving battery life. The switching takes place at a speed that is actually faster than the speed at which neurons fire in your brain, so that to the end user the rapid connecting and disconnecting is not detectable. We call it Neuron Switch and we’re actually super proud of how amazingly awesome and mind-blowing it is, and we’ll be shipping it when we feel the world is ready for it, which might be today or might be some other day. So, Engadget? Get your facts straight. And next time, maybe call us before you just print something. Peace.