I had a brilliant idea this morning. Given the relative sizes and usefulness of cellular phones and GPS units, it won't be long until the mass market is full of devices that integrate both. (I'm sure I'm not the first to think of that, but wait, it gets better...) Here's my idea - for states/regions that wish to ban cell phone use in moving vehicles, or for parents who don't want their kids talking on cell phones as they drive, how about designing the phone/GPS in such a way that if the GPS measures your velocity at, say, above 5 mph it won't allow use of the phone? Could I possibly be the first to think of this? If you think I am and you like the idea, contact me and I'll tell you where to send the check.
My heart is in Boulder but my brain is needed in Denver, so I'm putting my body in Broomfield
I wasn't really joking when I told people the university hands you an eviction notice with your diploma.
The university doesn't do this for everyone, of course, just those of us who live in student housing. I lived in Smiley Court for more than 9 years, longer than I've lived anywhere other than the house I grew up in. It was home, and home can be hard to leave.
Admittedly, the apartment had gotten a bit cramped. It was tight from the start, since I was downsizing from a two-bedroom apartment into a one-bedroom. Adding an extra bicycle and a few hundred books along the way didn't help. The apartment was also miserably hot in the summer, with south- and west-facing brick walls and a location on the top floor. Even with a small air conditioner wedged in the too-small windows, running all day, the temperatures could get over 85 degrees and stay that way past midnight. So it wasn't perfect. But then again, it had this view:
From this apartment I managed to turn myself …
The university doesn't do this for everyone, of course, just those of us who live in student housing. I lived in Smiley Court for more than 9 years, longer than I've lived anywhere other than the house I grew up in. It was home, and home can be hard to leave.
Admittedly, the apartment had gotten a bit cramped. It was tight from the start, since I was downsizing from a two-bedroom apartment into a one-bedroom. Adding an extra bicycle and a few hundred books along the way didn't help. The apartment was also miserably hot in the summer, with south- and west-facing brick walls and a location on the top floor. Even with a small air conditioner wedged in the too-small windows, running all day, the temperatures could get over 85 degrees and stay that way past midnight. So it wasn't perfect. But then again, it had this view:
From this apartment I managed to turn myself …
