It’s Friday, the 29th. And you know what that means. All you people who lap up every phoneme that drops from Steve Jobs’ mouth, you know what it means. It’s the premiere of “Ratatouille,” the new movie from Jobs’ Pixar animation outfit. Also something about a phone today. Around midnight tonight Steve will be swimming in an Olympic pool filled with those special nine-hundred-dollar bills they reserve for the really rich guys. Have you ever seen one? No? I rest my case.
I have been lying about my disinterest in the iPhone. When it was first announced I considered having my marriage annulled so I could be married to a picture of the iPhone, okay? I will be in line at the Apple Store at the Mall of America this afternoon, and will post an account tonight with pictures and video as soon as I have one in my hand. If blogging seems distracted and intermittent today, that’s why: I have a mission. I have a goal. I have a dream. I also have a contract with another cellular provider. It’s a sickness, I tell you. A sickness.
Ahem. Okay. Back to our regular programming. Today in Buzzland history: Duluth banned alcohol in 1916. We tend to think that Prohibition arrived all at once, as if one day things were wet and the next day Carrie Nation padlocked the saloons and waved a hatchet at thirsty beer enthusiasts, but it was a piecemeal thing. Actually, Duluth just banned the sale of alcohol; the bulls didn’t run you in for having a glass of Cabernet in your house. But the era of progressive abstinence had begun, and within a few years the great social experiment would be granted the moral heft of a Constitutional amendment. The Volstead Act, as it as known, was named for a Minnesotan: Andrew Volstead, a native of Kenyon, former mayor of Granite Falls, 7th district Congressman for 20 years. For some odd reason no one blames Prohibition on Minnesota. I think we dodged a bullet.
Quote of the Day: “My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?” Charles Shulz, Peanuts creator, Minneapolis AND St. Paul native, and apparently a cheerful nihilist. Who knew?
Holiday of the day: It’s Waffle Iron Day. Go iron a waffle.
Okay, I can’t concentrate. What if I join the line too late? What if they’re out by the time I get there? What if I don’t get my shiny toy the first day it’s available? My life would have no purpose, no direction, no meaning, and yet I would be happy. What am I doing wrong?
Throwing away an old phone, for one. And there’s already three-quarters of a billion dead phones sitting around waiting to be dumped into the landfills. - if you believe the stats; I don't. The average American has three to five dead phones hanging around? Our house has one dead unused cellphone. That means someone else nine? Nay. But it's a good question for a summer Friday morn: How much electronic detritus do you have? Tote it up while we work on the next ration of the daily Buzz dispursement.


Ratatouille - becase of Pixar, not Jobs
Even us happy Windows users love Pixar - I have loved them since they just made shorts like "Tin Toy" and "Red's Dream", which I used to download and play on my Atari computer. Steve Jobs may be an arrogant oaf, but he knew where to put his money (he has asked for, and has, zero creative control). Lasseter, Docter, Bird, Stanton and company run the finest animation studio ever. Ratatouille is going to be grrrreat! I ordered my tickets a week ago. However, I am not buying an iPhone. I like my boring old-guy phone.