The Ultimate Zaurus Accessory

There’s a certain charm to running a full-blown operating system on one’s PDA, like running Linux on the Sharp Zaurus. The charm has its costs, though: full-blown operating systems eat batteries like they’re going out of style. Thus my Zaurus (or “Z”) has been an interesting toy but one not as useful as it could be because it must never stray too far from a battery charger.

This week I found the missing piece to making my Z useful: a combination USB Hotsync/Charge cable. This $6 cable allows me to sync my Z to my laptop when I’m on the road and to charge it without having to drag along the docking station and transformer. All I do it plug the cable into my laptop and it charges via the USB voltage. One cable does it all!

NBC News Is Scum

My twelve MT.Net readers know how strongly I feel about freedom of speech. I feel even more strongly about human decency, though.

I totally agree with my brother Jeff. NBC News is scum for airing the tape of that deranged Virginia Tech killer. What America needs to see right now is the stories of the 30+ kids and adults murdered by that scumbag.

Shame on NBC for making a celebrity of that sorry punk, over the vehement protests of these kids’ families.

Back To Blogging

Note to self: when traveling, always take your laptop power supply with you!

I got back last night from a whirlwind business trip to Indianapolis,IN and Columbus, OH. Found out how frustrating it can be not to get online. Even the crummy hotel I stayed in at Columbus had no business center and thus no PC.

Driving from Indianapolis to Columbus, I could not help but detour to Dayton just to see where my heroes Orville and Wilber Wright launched the aircraft revolution (that is, really launched the aircraft revolution, as opposed to what we North Carolinians like to consider). I arrived at their home and shop right before dusk and walked around them, fascinated. Of course, the actual buildings are no longer there after Henry Ford had them carted over to his museum, Greenfield Village. I don’t know what Orville Wright or the city of Dayton were thinking when they allowed that to happen. Might be just as well, as the cops slowly rolling by in an unmarked car and the shifty characters on the streetcorners led me to believe it isn’t just the Wrights’ house that isn’t the same in the old neighborhood. At least as long as the Wrights’ house is at Greenvield Village no one will be smoking crack in it.

The rest of my trip was mostly uneventful. I barely made my flight home (typical) and was too late to say goodnight to the kids. The good news is that this was the last trip on my calendar for the forseesable future.