We’re talking about possibly using Twitter to add more real time aspects to the Hesperia Star site.
We talked about it at first, I think, for liveblogging the election, but we would likely use it to cover meetings and such — George Landon’s dramatic resignation during a school board meeting is a prime example of the kind of news that benefits from maximum immediacy — and just to let readers understand our work flow.
So, anyway, I’ve got a Twitter feed. We’ll see how it goes, and if it’s something I stick with. (My one friend who uses it that I could find, Wendy, gave up on it a year ago, for instance.)
So, one wrinkle of switching a new phone is the eternal question of what to use as my ringtone. On my Treo 650, using Ringo, I had the instrumental opening of LL Cool J’s immortal “Going Back to Cali” for my basic ringtone.
For work-related calls, my Treo’s ringtone was a portion of Don Henley’s “Dirty Laundry.” (Remember, this is my same sophisticated sense of humor that gave the world a black cat named Lucky.)
I also had the Barb Stanton theme song play whenever Barb would call. That wasn’t that often, but it’s my belief that, if you have your own theme song, you should get maximum use out of it.
Well, iPhones only use ringtones sold by iTunes, which in turn only sell ringtones of songs the record companies have signed off on. For instance, you can get the Lisa Marie Presley version of “Dirty Laundry,” but not one by Don Henley or the Eagles. So much for that.
If anyone knows Don Henley or LL, give them a call and tell them to let their songs be made into ringtones, please.
And if you actually have your own theme song, feel free to buy it as a ringtone from iTunes and send it to me. (I use my Hotmail junk mail address as my iTunes account e-mail address.) I’ll set it to play whenever you call.
At least The Bryant Park Project has a final two-hour show, one last time. They’re going to try and keep the love going in a new social community but the show, at least in its original form, is no more.
Despite the phone being out two weeks now, when we got to the Rancho Cucamonga Apple Store this morning a little after 8, there was still a line around the corner of the building. I pity the fool who showed up at 5 minutes until 10 (the official store opening time) expecting to waltz right in and get a phone, especially since they had been letting people in since 8:25 or so. (My iPhone quest was aided by using the official site info on availability and not-so-official peeks at the raw feed, which is apparently updated about once an hour during the day.)
I picked up a 16 GB old school white iPhone, and despite an early glitch with the GPS (it thought I was in Germany east of Darmstadt until we left a 3G coverage area and the GPS righted itself), it’s been a great little machine.
Today, I joined the ranks of the iPhone wielders.
