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Name: Jerry
Country: United States
State: South Dakota
Metro: Sioux Falls
Birthday: 7/1/1971
Gender: Male
Interests: Right now, its mainly digital photography, especially creating panoramas. History in general (Hellenistic Greece, Ancient Egypt, Europe since 1815), geology (volcanoes, earthquakes), Greek Mythology, Playing around with my Mac, Foreign movies. I collect older stuff about the Statue of Liberty (mainly models and books), and spending myself into spiraling debt at eBay.
Expertise: Spending too much money too quickly on unnecessary things (but it feels good doesn't it?). ;-)
Occupation: Customer service/support
Industry: Hospitality
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AIM:  jerryfisher1971
Yahoo:  jerry7171
Member Since:
1/26/2004
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| Let the unlocking begin!
With the release of ultrasn0w I was finally able to upgrade my iPhone to 3.0 and enjoy the new goodies that came with it.
But, and there is always a but, one thing has flummoxed me so far... MMS. This feature was crippled upon release for US domestic release since the official carrier of choice is AT&T and for its own unfathomably stupid reasons won't support MMS until "later this summer."
So the MMS is crippled until an update comes down the pipe or a work-around is figured out. Oh there are work-arounds galore, but they are all for T-Mobile or AT&T unfortunately. I have a regional carrier who is gracious enough to allow me to use the iPhone on their network, but knows very little about how to support it. They aren't able to help me overcome the MMS limitation at this time.
Oh well. The phone works and does everything else I wanted it to do. I'll just have to wait for the update and apply it and cross my fingers that it works (after all I am in essence performing a bit of electronic voodoo here).
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| After many initial mishaps, I finally arrived... in Seattle that is. Buses with malfunctioning brakes, broken bathrooms, late starts and endless attempts at catching up to the schedule left a lot of people in varying stages of short tempers. In spite of the awful food, the difficulty of sleeping while sitting mostly upright and the endless creaks and groans of the bus throughout the night (and the rude, bright lights of the people who thought nothing of reading all night long in spite of everyone else trying to sleep) I'd do it again. What other way could I have seen so much of the country at such a pace that gave me an opportunity to enjoy and photograph it?
Now I'm staying at a hostel (for the first time in my life). I'm surrounded by numerous foreign languages, the sounds of the big city coming in through the open windows of the lobby with the cooling breezes (no air-conditioning here at the Green Tortoise). I love it.
I think this is going to be a trip that will be treasured by me for years to come.
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| Over the last couple of weekends I've been helping put together a garden with my friend Tom in Vermillion. He doesn't have one of those small hobby-sized gardens but a rather large garden that measures about 50-60 feet on a side. We've planted sunflowers, herbs of various sorts, more vegetables than you could shake a salad fork at and various tomatoes. Then there are the flower beds. There are at least eight flower beds now around the house and yard.
Tomorrow I depart with Dakota47 for Seattle. I'm excited but nervous. I packed my suitcase on Friday out of anxiety that I might forget something. I showed my friend around who'll look after my cats and fish. If it weren't for working in the garden, I would have worn a pattern in my carpet from pacing this weekend.
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| Recently I went to see the new Star Trek with a friend and thoroughly enjoyed it. The same can be said of Wolverine and Angels and Demons but I noticed a disturbing trend with these and other movies as of late. I cry.
I mostly can keep it to a respectful tear-stained cheek, moist eyes but there are the more worrisome occasions where I must confess I have a sniffle or two. I'm more than a little bothered by this development as I used to be able to watch all but the most heart-wrenching scenes of movies and maintain my cool and composure.
I'm told that this is a result of maturity, that crying more easily comes with age. Why didn't anyone warn me about this one? My friends are still my friends, but they still delight in ribbing me mercilessly about tearing up at nearly the drop of a hat now. Damn my soft heart-strings.
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| Today at noon my wisdom teeth, all two of them on the right side of my mouth (nature fortunately forgot to give me a matching pair on the left) were removed. It was a quick and largely painless procedure although now four hours later my mouth is letting me know it doesn't appreciate the intrusion and extraction. I'm still woozy and exhausted from the anesthetics. I think today will be a very short day. | | |
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