Yeah, one of those posts.
For my birthday back in August, Bridget and Charlotte bought me an Apple TV. You’ve probably read that Saint Steverino of Cupertino considered Apple TV merely a hobby, mainly because what he was really after was a way to reinvent the whole television, not just some box to deliver iTunes. Fast Company says that apparently His Holiness was on the verge of something Insanely Great, but now that he has gone to live in The Cloud, can his minions left here on Earth be trusted not to fuck it up? (Oh, and we really like the little Apple TV hobby box, but I don’t know if I would buy an Apple television set).
Continuing with the shtick of tying these links to my personal life, last week I took Charlotte to the pediatrician for her annual flu shot. Well, not a shot, actually. She gets the nasal version of the vaccine, which is one syringe-ful of vaccine up each nostril, like shotgunning Flonase. Flu shots are a crapshoot — the CDC or the WHO, or some other three-letter-organization tries to guess which flu will be The Big One each spring so they can start making vaccine to have ready in the fall, and they don’t alway guess right. On top of which, the vaccines are effective for as little as 30% of the people who get them. But now researchers are closing in on an all-purpose flu vaccine that would eliminate the guesswork and be more effective to boot.
Okay, can I do this one more time? Let’s see. If you are one of the people who stalk me on Facebook, you might remember that a couple of weekends ago we took Charlotte for her first dim sum brunch in Chinatown. She tried almost everything, including one tiny, reluctant bite of the chicken feet (which were utterly delicious). Now that she has reached the ripe old age of 10, we can take her to more interesting restaurants than we could when she was wee. She LOVES pho, enjoyed her Australian meat pie at KO Catering in South Boston, chowed down on smoky shredded chicken with cayenne at Sichuan Gourmet, and loved the Korean tacos at Gogi in Portland. What this all means is that we bascially NEVER have to eat at chain restaurants anymore unless we are desperate. I could go the rest of my limited days on Earth without ever stepping foot again in a Chili’s, Applebee’s, or TGI Friday’s. So I am not exactly heartbroken to read that the Great Recession Mark II is killing them all off.
Hey, whaddya know? It worked!
