The Truth About The Notes App on Apple iPhones

Had an interesting moment this morning.

Was checking through my e-mail account on google and decided to look at 'all mail' as opposed to just the inbox.  Imagine my surprise when I realised that notes from my iPhone were on there!!  This was from my home computer!

I knew shit was off!  Whenever I'd enter a note it would do a strange syncing animation and sort of lag before being able to move on to the next function.  I should have known it was cloud syncing.

The sinister thing?  Google goes through all your information that it holds on its servers and creates a file about you.  That's a fact.  So don't go around making personal notes to yourself on your iPhone, because it's going straight to the memos of Larry Page and Sergei Brin.

Apple, you fucked up.

Google, you're just as guilty.

Is there no privacy?  It's not even a cyberspace issue, it's a fucking personal memo thing on MY phone!  Why can't I have that to myself, instead of having it shared with the information rapists at Google?

That's not right.

Joaquin out.

Pouring Confectionary Over Open Wounds

Will never be good for one's wellbeing.  My nails are growing out, so not playing guitar as well as I can, but I'll give them a trim this weekend, and I'll be back into the good stuff.  Not sure if I mentioned that I've created another subfolder on dropbox.  I've put 50 of the other's and mine's best songs so that I can just focus on learning them and getting down some melodies and 2nd guitar ideas to layer over them. 

Heading interstate tomorrow for work.  Have to get up freakishly early to take an early morning flight, but at least it's only for the day.  What a world, traveling almost the entire day to attend a meeting that runs for about 2 hours.  Terrible.  Oh well, at least I'll be able to get some frequent flyer points, haha!  It's a really dodgy system though.  You have to fly a hell of a lot of miles to even qualify for the baseline class with Qantas.  I fly more than the average person, so I shudder to think of what's actually required (I don't have to pay for my flights out of my own pocket - cause it's all work related travel), to make it on your own.  Oh well, it's all a scam anyway.  There's no real benefits, just like FlyBuys or any other loyalty scheme from a capitalist corporation.  They want to give you the illusion that they're trying to give something to you, when in fact, you're subsidising your own gifts by having to frequent the service so often.  At least I get to travel by myself tomorrow.

Lack of any form of activity has really killed my knees since returning to the gym this week.  My legs are just dead, and I'm really looking forward to just being off my feet today.  Too bad I have a crap load of work to do!  Made the mistake last night of accidentally falling asleep after watching tv.  It was only 30 minutes - 7:40-8:10, but it messed me up for sleep.  I was tossing and turning all night, and didn't really get to have a proper sleep.  Though, I do recall having one strange dream where I was visiting someone in some yard or shed, and we were all playing with some sort of weird oil that created intense flames.  Then I saw Anj for a while, and also Paulie (I think), but then either Anj or his brother Mike showed off a Dragonball Z type skill where they got someone to throw the flames onto them while they used their qi to stop themselves from getting burned.  I just recall that it looked absolutely awesome.  Well there you go, another insight into my weird subconscious.  I'm not even going to begin to dissect that one.  Ergh, I'm just so tired today. 

Interesting moments this week.  I ran into Julian from college.  I didn't like this guy.  He was one year above us (I think), but he had a knack for pissing me off.  On my second day of college we were all lining up to take the bus and he was getting on with his girlfriend and then a huge line of year 11's pushed in and made everyone surge forward so I ran into him, and he subsequently ran into his girlfriend.  He turned around and swore at me like it was my fault!  Dude, why the hell would I push someone in a bus line?!  Mofo looked like he was about to hit me.  Then not just that, Izzy would say that he was the best looking guy she had ever seen and would do anything to be with him.  Then uni, he dated Superfine (yes, most likely the best looking girl I've ever seen).  We were informed that Superfine had a number of pregnancy scares with him and it was all rather perplexing (don't you think, haha)!  Anyway, I never saw him after that, but just this week it looked like I had seen him in Civic hanging out with a bunch of nerds and having grown all his hair out.  What the hell happened to him??  Looks like he should be running around middle Earth looking for Frodo.  Fucker. 

If I hear the words 'strategic vision' or 'bigger picture' one more time, I'm going to absolutely freak out.  I can't stand this idiocy, I should be in charge, but I'm not!  Just gotta get out of here.  In more ways than one.  I should have gone overseas while I had the chance.  Now I'm stuck here. 

Fucking 'haha'!  I don't even like using those words, they cut across me now!

Stupid new iOS!  Updated it, and now I'm chewing through 10% of my battery life in 20 minutes of use!  That's not right at all.  It's just regular 3G browsing on twitter and facebook.  That's not right at all.  Apple, if you can't fix you shit, you deserve to go down!  Samsung be taking over!! 

I'm in a weird mood.  I feel like going to a rave and totally getting off my face.  Have I ever been to a rave?  Nope.  Have I ever been off my face?  Nope.  Weird times.

Alright I better keep it there.  I'll try to blog while I'm out and about tomorrow, but no promises.  I'll see how things go.

Take care.

Joaquin out.

Frosty Bellows

Don't worry about whether winter is coming.  It's already here and it's going to get worse.  Just absolutely freezing this morning and I want to stay in bed again.  And I don't ever want to leave.  Just sitting at my desk, gingerly getting through work and feeling cold and detatched.  Figuratively and literally.

I can't do anything anymore.  I don't have the freedom to just go and do the things I want to do anymore.  And it got me wondering, is that what makes a man?  Sacrifice?  But surely that is just giving up?  No wonder so many middle aged men commit suicide.  It all makes sense to me now.  So many lives unlived, unfulfiled, yet those who soldier on have the gall to call the others quitters.  There are no winners in this game.

Holy crap, one hour to go until home time and I've realised that I've been busy the whole time.  That's good!  But it also means a lack of a post today.

That's alright though, we'll get through it.  Unfortunately.

Joaquin out.

Overcast Delays

Just a really rainy, shitty, freezing cold day.  I'm tired from the weekend of constant eating and bad sleep that I got.  The room I was staying in was also pretty dusty so I have got a slight cough. 

Very out of practice on the guitar, which isn't a good sign.  Then again I went Friday and Saturday without playing anything.  But got into some warm ups last night.  Will try to get into some actual songs tonight though.

Hmmm feels like I've got nothing to say today. 

Hopefully that'll change tomorrow.

Joaquin out.

You've Got Nothing I Want

You've got nothing I need.  And with that as my motto for the day, I shall get on with my business. 

Don't be nervous

Improving my run times.  Ran a 2.9km in just under 10 mins today, which is my personal best.  It was brutal. but ok. I can't feel anything below waist!  As you may have read earlier, my running goal is to run 3km in 10 mins.  I think I can do it with a bit of practice.  Just have to work at getting my VVO2Max threshold up.  It's a bit tough at times trying to run flat out over an extended period of time.  Well here's to more training.

I think I suffer from tremendous stage fright.  I tend to get very nervous before I have to go out on a stage and perform for people.  I don't know why this is, considering I'm adept at things like that.  Maybe it's just natural, but it's a serious pain if I ever want to become a professional musician.  Got into a fair bit of guitaring last night.  I've shifted about 50 of our absolute best songs into another folder just so I can concentrate on them and learn them all note for note.  Should be meeting up with the other in a few months when I visit his town, and we'll be sure to get some jam time in.  My goal would be to actually finish and record some of our pre-existing ideas, rather than jamming and improvising new tracks - which we seem to be scarily good at!

Time to get on the up and out of here methinks.

After the failure of yesterday's blog, I decided to make a bit of a dedicated effort to blogging today. 

So an old family friend died last night.  That's ok though, he was quite elderly and had been unwell for a number of years now.  Luckily we were able to visit him a few months ago when he was in hospital.  At least I got to see him one more time before he died.  When I was younger, I enjoyed going to his house in the North and just watching tv while my parents and his family talked.  They had much older kids than me so I was left to my own devices.  They had this awesome tv set where the remote control actually had a little slot IN the tv, where you could put the remote.  You just pressed on a little button and the remote came out of the tv, so cool!  I remember one time we were over late at night and I was watching Beverly Hills Cop on tv with the volume turned way up and just ate chips.  One of the happiest moments of my life!  Got to see the whole film from start to finish!  Ahh, good times!  Things got even funnier many years later when we were at a house party being thrown at his son's house, hosted by their family.  I got to meet his granddaughters - one of whom was a very flirty character.  She got drunk, despite being 14 or 15 or so (I was the same age), and as she got more wasted throughout the evening started coming on to me!  So yes, things did end up with me feeling her up.  Haha, I guess that's my confession!  Ahh, life, you are a strange thing. 

Staring through the floor.  I've got PTSD!  Haven't even gone through a traumatic event! 

I'm sick of buying things!  Why bother spending your money if you don't have to?  Spend it on what you need, not on things you don't even want.  That's the worst.  How gratuitous and vulgar.  Shame on me for living like this.  It's not right.  Things have to change.

Hmm, I'm feeling sleepy, this is not a good sign.  So damn tired I'm starting to zone.  Zone big time.  How can I even sleep anymore?  With so many troubles in my life.

Oh, so you think people don't exist when they're not in your face?  Well guess what?  I exist, I exist!  Even if not in my own mind...

Let's keep it there for now.  Take care of yourselves.

Just an hour to go until I'm out of here.  At least I've got work to do.  But what do I know?  Nothing.  That's right, nothing.

Hahaha it looks like my nose is broken!  Who am I kidding?!  My face is broken.  No faces look like this one.

Joaquin out.

Can't Blog, Clown Will Eat Me

Yeah, sorry, got nothing to say today.

Was busy as hell at work so didn't get time to get any thoughts down.

Maybe tomorrow.  I'll try my best, but no promises.

Joaquin out.