Monthly Archives: May 2014
As my declaration of need for an audio office evoked such a lively discussion in our “comments” section on Facebook, I determined a trek to the Apple Store was warranted. I have conducted audio experiments in side-by-side comparisons of Bose, Dr. Dre Beats, and Apple standard issue headphones. Dr. Bose won in a landslide. Noise cancelling will be deferred for now, but sound quality will not, I'm going for the other Doctor of headphones.
As the Memorial weekend brought luxurious weather, it seemed fitting that a paddle on our local chain of lakes should preface a trip to the Uptown Apple Store.
“I need to get a hat.” Great, Hoigaards, our local, family-owned outdoor store is on the way.
“I was thinking of the haberdashery.”
I seriously doubt they sell bucket hats at the local haberdashery.
It’s a Henry vs Humphrey style debate that plays out
“Mom, I need help writing my turtle essay”. “Mom, why don’t you write about me in your blog posts, I have good stories.” “Mom, I need…blah, blah, blah, money, money, money.” “Mom here are the 12 of the next 18 nights you will be preoccupied with attending my year-end concerts.” “Mrs. PQ , I need you to re write the copy on our Etsy Store page.”
I need a pair of headphones. Not just the ubiquitous, white knobs that accompany every iPhone, iPad and iAnything Apple, but rather a large, glaringly red, pair of Dr. Dre’s Beats. Apple, would you please accelerate your purchase of said company so I can become an in-office product tester. Of course, Bose “noise cancelling” headphones would also do the trick, but I fear the house would burn down in a world muted to that degree.
Rob Walker, @notrobwalker, Yahoo’s resident
We received the unenviable broadcast text from the high school principal: do not panic, there was a small car fire in the parking lot, it’s been put out and no children were injured. The wait begins. Eventually, the subsequent text came from the driving kid assuring us that her car was just fine. As the Tall, Lanky one just wrapped his role as Francisco Franco and an aristocrat in Evita; we’ve had enough drama in the house for now, we didn’t need to add burnt-out car to the list.
Since I rarely address my children by their given name, unless they are in trouble, I simply had to look up “tall, lanky one in Spanish”. Alto Lago wasn’t terribly inspiring so it won’t likely christen an iPhone 6 design, no matter how phabulous the phone might be.
Waiting and drama efficiently summarize the mood at Pad and Quill world headquarters these days. With Angela Ahrendts taking over the
Last year I wrote a Mother’s Day post replete with not so subtle hints for gifts I may or may not be coveting for my outdoor adventures. The kids gave me a plant; lovely, but not quite handy as a means of propelling oneself down a scenic river way. If they want to “go green” this year, may I suggest trees? Specifically, 11 laminates of butternut, basswood, black willow and alder...eh hem.
They don’t read my blogs, so this year I might resort to more drastic measures. Believe me, I am not beyond blackmail. Thankfully, I hold particular sway this year over our best gift giver in our family, next to Mr. PQ of course. The youngest kid will survey your gift suggestions, perhaps a month in advance, he will then set a budget, work the appropriate hours, accounting for taxes and savings and then walk to Target to procure