Cake – Nugget

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Video Conferening with Mom

I wrote about getting an iSight last week in the QoTD post, It's Better to Give. The post got some good comments as people were happy with the story. I would have written more last week but HP and I were down in Sunny San Diego visiting my family, and the visit was not amenable to long stints in front of the computer.

Anyhoo, I just got the iSight working.  When I say I got it working, let me be specific: I plugged it in, then on the computer I hit a little green camera button next to my mom's name in the iChat buddy list, and up pops this window. And I can hear her and her husband in the computer room. And they can hear me!  It just worked without any complication or configuration.

Hassle free! Problem free! Amazing!

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QotD: It’s Better To Give

What's the best present you gave this year?

I gave an iSight to my mom. I got the idea from the Mark Morford column below.

The Best Gizmo You Don't Have
See parents. Check on pets. Stare into a lover's eyes. Or up her dress. Buy one now
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Friday, October 7, 2005

This much we know: There are only a finite number of breaths left in your life. There are only a finite number of times you will have sex in an elevator and a finite number of times you will drink $200 bottles of wine and a finite number of times you will scream your orgasmic joys and endure horrible Texas presidents and eat raw oysters and buy $250 designer jeans and suck down too much Halloween candy and howl at the moon. And so on.

And there are, if you've been around more than a few decades and your parents are still living and if they happen to live in an entirely different city, there are only a finite number of times you will get to see your parents before they depart this earthly plane for the next one. It's true.

I know, it's a cheerless and unpleasant truism most of us do not — unless your parents are nightmare demon spawn and you won't be all that despondent when they're no longer around to give you reason to go to therapy — want to think much about it. But it's true. It's the way it is. Death races toward us like a black Aston Martin Vanquish, smooth and devious and inevitable.

But there are, of course, ways to adapt. To mollify. There are now, thanks to modern technology, methods by which we can make the notion that your older family members will soon be joining the feathered choir just a little bit easier to swallow. Check it:

I have recently purchased my parents a gift. It is the best gift I have ever given them, ever, and that includes the egg cooker and the "Avengers" DVD collection and the scale-model sailboat. After converting my entire family over to Apple gear years ago, and since I myself use Apple's instant messenger client, iChat, well, one day it finally hit me like a long overdue brick to the skull of obviousness. Oh my God. They need an iSight, Apple's insanely simple, beautifully designed, plug-and-play Web camera. I'll get one too, I thought, and we'll be able to see each other whenever we want and it will be heartwarming and touching and fun, and man oh man what a good and thoughtful kid I am.

Oh my God, how right I was. What a difference this thing makes. The parents are thrilled. Amazed. I couldn't have bought them a better gift had it been front-row tickets to see Neil Diamond on the moon. They are now within visual range, whenever they feel like it and whenever I feel like it and they are right there, on screen, waving hello, making eye contact, laughing and looking cute. Screw the telephone. This is how it should be.

I can show them my girlfriend's parrot. They can joke about how I haven't shaved in a week. I can aim the camera through my window and show them my new car and then turn the camera just to the right and show them the thick tongue of San Francisco fog rolling in from the ocean. I can see my sisters when they visit the folks (they all live in Seattle). They can introduce me to casual dinner-party guests. I can see my mom's new haircut. Etc.

I can, in short, defy time, flout the cold distance between us. And no, they don't nag me to log on all the time. But I'm more than happy to do it, whenever they want. What price family? What price way-cool gizmo to encourage same? Technology's progress may be eating us alive, but at least some of it seems to do the exact opposite.

I do not know why this is not touted more highly. I do not know why the world is not screaming for these gorgeous little appliances as the savior of a million relationships and a godsend for phone sex and a blessing on all families worldwide, not to mention small-business owners who can hold meetings with clients calling from anywhere in the nation. Do millions of people use these things already and I just don't know about it? Maybe. But it sure isn't part of the mainstream culture.

My S.O. and I met this fabulous gay couple in Cabo San Lucas last year, two middle-aged men who had adopted a beautiful, happy little girl named Maeve. The three of them lived in New York. The grandmother lived in Las Vegas. None of them had a ton of money. This trip to Cabo was the first time the grandmother had ever met three-year-old Maeve in person. But they both had iSight cameras. The girl knew her grandmother's voice, her face, her personality. They already had a connection. "The best 140 bucks we ever spent," the guys told me, talking about how the cameras had changed their lives. The grandmother was ecstatic.

There has not been a ton of fanfare around the iSight. No massive product rollout like the iPod or iPod nano or even the Mac Mini. Hell, you can't even easily find the iSight on Apple's online store (maybe they're redesigning the thing?). I know, it's not racy and sexy and culturally hip. It's not a TiVo and it's not a Prius and it's not a Blackberry and it's not a RAZR, and it's not any of the thousand other gadgets right now despoiling the planet and titillating the skulls of techheads on Engadget.com. To which I say: Whatever.

I know, furthermore, that basic video-conferencing gear has been around for years. I know cheapy webcams have been churning out grainy cheeseball dorm-room soft-core porn since the mid '90s. But that jittery, inferior, one-way crap doesn't really count. This is something different. This is, of course, the finest and easiest and best-designed consumer webcam on the market. You gotta have a fast Mac and a fast Net connection and you gotta run iChat or AOL's Instant Messenger to use it, but aside from that, it's all plug-and-play genius. No manual, no setup, no techie jargon. Plug it in straight out of the box and boom, it's on. It's got a built-in microphone. Best of all, it's not a long-distance phone call. You don't pay a dime for the time you're connected.

I shall get one for my sisters and my girlfriend and the perfect dog I haven't found yet. I shall encourage old friends to connect, reacquaint. After all, what price human connection? What price eye contact, laughter, checking your mom's haircut? What price flouting of death? Right now, only about 140 bucks. Bargain.

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Merry Christmas!

Don't let the Japanese throw you off—watch the whole thing.

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Justin Timberlake has a sense of humor

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Dirtier than gay porn

Meet The Oozinator. Or, as I like to call it: Junior's first money shot.

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Sunday Morning Wii Hunt (video podcast)

This is my second video podcast. I'm using iMove to put the clips together and to add the text. I just started using it tonight. I haven't figured out fade-in and fade-out between clips yet but give me time.  

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