Jim Dalrymple: ‘No iPhone, iPad, or Mac Hardware Coming at WWDC’

Surprising, yes. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Jim Dalrymple’s sources at Apple are gold.

via Daring Fireball Linked List: Jim Dalrymple: ‘No iPhone, iPad, or Mac Hardware Coming at WWDC’.

Well, this is the only guy I believe when it comes to Apple news, and even he confirmed it. No iPhone in June – I really did feel that something like this was going to happen. It felt too soon, I still haven’t lost my original lust towards iPhone 4 and June was quickly approaching. iPhone 4 is still so competitive with the rest of the Android line-up, I really don’t think the hardware needs an update until at least the end of this year.

Even today, the iPhone 4 screen is bar-none the best feature of any smartphone. It’s simply stunning.

I would also like to transition this blog into a different direction. I intend on posting a little less on the things happening in my life and a little more on technology, design, and simplicity. I figure I can use Facebook and Twitter to post personal things, and this blog to talk about the things I think about on a daily basis.

Lastly, head on over to the about page, I added a feed that’s constantly updated with what I’m bookmarking on Delicious, what pictures I’m adding over at flickr, what news I’m sharing on Google Reader, and even what I recently posted on Twitter.

Update: And with the change of pace comes the slightly different name. When I thought of daily parsimony I must have been kidding myself, I may not be able to do this daily. So, I unveil to you, digital parsimony. At least it’ll keep me on topic.

The rest are on my flickr gallery.

Yeah, I know, it’s pretty slick. It took a few stores and some crazy sales guys to get this thing picked out. Not only that, but this encouraged me to go out and buy a set of much-needed dress shoes. Well, above is a picture of the whole-shot. If you’re really interested, it’s a Joseph Abboud modern, fitted suit, complete with no-pleat pants and Johnston & Murphy Faulkner Moc Toe shoes.

Alright, so the shirt and tie combo is rather questionable, but I walked into Express and had to buy this shirt. Every time I have walked into the store, I’ve seen this shirt just staring at me, and every time I couldn’t justify buying it. Thanks to Olga, Olya, and Rodion, I used my birthday gift-card to buy a belt and uber-expensive shirt.

Anyway, so that’s me in a monkey suit, I know Popa wanted to see it. What do you think?

The cafe is pumping the fumes of freshly grilled pink salmon into our enclosed cube-farm, now I’m almost convinced they’re doing it on purpose. It smells like heaven and my stomache is sure to let me know, that if in the next 10 minutes I don’t feed it, it’ll send up a rupturing gargle, further intensifying the all-so-human instinct to consume.

Anyway, back to the point, this weekend was an absolute blast. Here’s a quick review:

Friday:
1. Brandon turns quarter-century (25).
2. Get to restaurant, drink beer.
3. Popa passes out after 1/2 a beer and a proper bit of fish & chips.
4. Drink more beer.
5. Pay bill, finish Popa’s beer.
6. Wake up Popa, drive to liquor store.
7. Look for pipe, can’t find pipe, buy Vodka, chips, salsa, zig-zags.
8. Load car, forgot beer, go back, buy more beer.
9. Get to house, turn on Rockstar and crank the volume.
10. Open fresh beer.
11. Popa’s asleep again, there’s drool…must have been a rough day.
12. Play Rockstar with friends ’till 3:00AM.
13. Popa wakes up, ready to party.
14. Party leaves, Vitaliy drives us home.
15. Cuddle up to Popa, back to sleep.

Saturday:
1. Wake up, head hurts, drink water.
2. Brush teeth, kiss up on Popa.
3. Eat fresh aladiki (mini-pancakes).
4. Recover from Friday.
5. Get dressed for concert.
6. Pick up friends, wearing the same exact thing as me.
7. Look like tools.
8. Buy panties (don’t ask).
9. Eat Thai, face is now a running mess.
10. Get to concert & park (phew…)
11. Watch Coheed and Cambria destroy what would have been a good song.
12. Linkin Park comes on.
13. Enjoy the best show ever! They came back on stage twice after leaving.
14. Ahem…leave concert, go to bar, drink beer.
15. Get home, cuddle up to Popa, sleep.

Sunday consisted of more fun, dinner with friends and family, watching Popa school girlies in hockey, and playing Call of Duty 4 all night.

Ahhh…great weekend.

Things I should be doing:
- Replying to work emails
- Designing a layout for my BIT516 class
- Writing a security policy for work
- Reading slides for InfoSec class
- Going to the clinic to pick up test results
- Showering
- …the list can really go on forever, but here we face a bigger issue, prioritizing and utilization of time. Imagine, if we used every breathing moment to do things we should be doing, we would turn into an Indian call center. As they await their next sorry soul to call-in and try and decipher their elvish tongues as they list through keyword-based searches in an attempt to find a pre-written script to tell you what’s wrong with your life. The point I’m trying to make is creativity, it doesn’t exist much of anywhere but here any more. Kids these days have the fashion sense of Gucci and Ralph Lauren and can draw the Mona Lisa blindfolded. Places we export labor to demonstrate their people to be no more than humanized robots, and if we had the biological understanding to develop technology that produced robots with the ability to conduct the same searches those fools do, we would have done it already and left several third-world countries third-world. With that being said, I’m sure we would also understand their robot accents a bit better to.

Well, first post, cheers!