As I find myself still reading the first issue of The Economist I received in June, two more issues have already appeared in my mailbox. I am so behind that their Predictions of 2013 supplement from December still sits on my desk, still wrapped in cellophane.
When Facebook bought Instagram, the first thing they said was that they were not going to change it one bit. Well, they lied.
Although you had probably heard that Instagram had added video capabilities to their service, your first experience with one of the videos probably went something like this: suddenly, as you're scrolling, a photo animates, starring dressed-up teenage girls screaming "
Damnit, I may be building a reputation for the grumpy ex-punk here who thinks the kids of today just don't get it... But I learned from the master; my ex-hippie mum who thinks all my rebellious teen stuff just can't hold a candle to what they did in the sixties.
I remember vividly how, one day, I wasriding the escalators up to a subway station in Amsterdam South-East,a part of the city that gives depressing a new meaning.
When I complain about Windows or OSX, I feel somewhat justified: I opened up my wallet and paid some pretty hefty cash for an operating system that more often than not has me scream what-the-fuck-were-they-thinking -- really, Apple, you had to make the Home and End keys behave differently?