iPhone gouging?

I don’t get it. Why on earth are iPhones selling for 10% or more above retail on eBay? I’ve been investigating my iPhone choices, and it sure as heck looks like my best option is either a refurb iPhone from the Apple Store… or a new iPhone from the Apple Store.

I don’t get it. Why on earth are iPhones selling for 10% or more above retail on eBay? I’ve been investigating my iPhone choices, and it sure as heck looks like my best option is either a refurb iPhone from the Apple Store… or a new iPhone from the Apple Store.

The Day my wife (nearly) shot my *** off

As an early Christmas present back in November, my wife and I received a Mossberg 702 Plinkster .22 caliber rifle from my brother-in-law, Skippy. We went shooting, and took my children Sara (11) and Zack (9) along with us to learn the basics of gun safety and learn how fun firearms can be when used safely.

Now, Sara had some reservations about going shooting, chiefly regarding the safety of firearms. After a resolving-concerns session where we identified that her chief issue was a fear of shooting someone else, we talked about how to avoid doing that when sport shooting.

As an early Christmas present back in November, my wife and I received a Mossberg 702 Plinkster .22 caliber rifle from my brother-in-law, Skippy. We went shooting, and took my children Sara (11) and Zack (9) along with us to learn the basics of gun safety and learn how fun firearms can be when used safely.

Now, Sara had some reservations about going shooting, chiefly regarding the safety of firearms. After a resolving-concerns session where we identified that her chief issue was a fear of shooting someone else, we talked about how to avoid doing that when sport shooting.

It was a great time! We took Skippy’s Ruger 1022 (a fun rifle in its own right, which is now on permanent loan to us to go plinking with our kids), our Mossberg, a 9MM handgun, a .22 handgun, and four shotguns. We shot clay pigeons, and in general had a great time.

Now, for my wife, this was the first time she’d gone shooting other than a BB gun 20 years ago, and she was having a little trouble with the pump action on the 20-gauge shotgun she was shooting. So she sat down just behind the firing line where we were standing getting ready to shoot the next pigeon, and started working the action to try to pump the next shell in.

BLAM!

The 20-gauge shotgun exploded the ground just behind the firing line and sent a massive spray of mud and shrapnel forward. A large portion bounced harmlessly off the side of an ammo can. Quite a bit more of the force was absorbed by the ground.

And, unfortunately, a substantial part of the shrapnel from the blast was absorbed by my buttocks and left calf. At first, I didn’t understand what happened, and then, slowly, my brain began to register the fact that my butt felt like it was on fire. I set down my gun (safety off, unfortunately, I was in a bit of shock) and paced back to the car, wincing.

After careful examination, I was only very slightly bloody and bruised from the incident. I have a long streak along my left butt cheek where I was grazed by some kind of sharp shrapnel, and a few blue patches from bruising.

So I’ll qualify: other than my near-death experience, it was a great time. Now that springtime is here, we need to go shooting again soon!

Dear Greg Richguy

Dear Greg Richguy,

I had an appointment today to meet with one of your recently-minted financial advisors. We knew him before he worked for you. He was a pretty nice guy. We met in our home, told him what we wanted, and he said he’d get to work finding an appropriate product. We thought that we were going to his office today to meet with him, discuss two or three different product options, and then choose one that suits a hole in our financial planning.

Dear Greg Richguy,

I had an appointment today to meet with one of your recently-minted financial advisors. We knew him before he worked for you. He was a pretty nice guy. We met in our home, told him what we wanted, and he said he’d get to work finding an appropriate product. We thought that we were going to his office today to meet with him, discuss two or three different product options, and then choose one that suits a hole in our financial planning.

What we got instead was you relentlessly attempting us to engage us in some other conversation for an hour.

Now, I’m sure that your bombastic, egotistical presentation and flagrant salesmanship impress people. Heck, it impressed me. I was really impressed with your ability to wield a tool of influence like Reciprocity with panache. I was even more impressed with your smooth deflection of my hostility toward an attempt to influence me by your explanation that you weren’t trying to influence me, and what I was actually hostile to was the truth of what you were saying.

Wow, how profound. I even told you, “that’s a question that causes me to be hostile because you’re setting me up to give the answer you want” and you deflected that into “I’m sorry you are hostile at having the lies you’ve been told about your finances debunked.”

Well, Greg, let me count the ways in which you set up influence opportunities, followed through, fell short, and were frustrated. Rather than the straight-up deal we came in there expecting, you wanted us to buy into some financial planning services. You described that I was the “owner” and the “quarterback” of my financial team, with all kinds of people with their own interests acting as the linemen keeping me from getting sacked. You, you told me, would be my “head coach” to ensure all those financial people are blocking effectively.

Listen, jackass, this ain’t a football game, and the people I hire to provide specific services on my behalf will do what I have asked them to do or they get fired and I find someone else.

You set up reciprocity nicely. I have a nervous habit: I tend to keep my hands busy when talking. Otherwise, I talk with my hands or tend to do embarrassing things like pick my nose or scratch in unacceptable places. I’ve learned that if I can quietly keep my hands busy, I avoid those embarrassments. I fiddled with the mints, bottled water, and the shiny coasters on your table.

You pointed out to me that the only intrinsic value those coasters had for you was the fact that I was entertained by one in that moment. That people mattered.

You lectured me for fifteen minutes on that topic. You stroked my ego by suggesting that I was smart. You also tried to flatter me by talking about the “two types of people in the world — consumers and producers”, suggesting that I was one of the few, the lucky, the producers.

Don’t you see this is a trick? It’s a sham? It’s purely a technique to try to exploit my reflex toward consistency and going along with what you suggest as the most personally-consistent response? It was transparent to me. That’s why I refused to answer your questions, asking you to answer them instead. You realized this tack was not working as you tried to force me to answer by saying “I can’t answer these for you”… yet the questions were manipulative, and intended only to force a false consistency on me in order to agree to have your firm be my financial advisor.

Another example. You asked me straight up: “Are you LDS?” I answered in the negative. My wife answered in the affirmative. You were taken aback by this, it seemed, and quickly mentioned that you were not religious and your wife was. You tried another tack: “Do you believe in God?” “No.” “Yes.” You then decided to address the next part of your influence campaign by asking my wife “don’t you want your children to be brought up with your values if you pass away?”

The appeal to consistency here is that you tried to position your services as the only way that my wife could appear self-consistent. If she didn’t agree, how could she possibly consider herself consistent with her desire to have her children brought up LDS? Manipulative.

Another mistake: You asked Dean if he had any cash. He produced $6.00. You took the $5 — probably his lunch money — and asked us what intrinsic value it had. I responded “Lunch” because it was lunch time, and Dean looked hungry. My wife responded something else. You showed us it had no intrinsic value by ripping it in half. We responded practically: it still had value, it could be taped up or taken to a bank which would replace it. Your point was lost for two reasons:

  1. It wasn’t your money. You took Dean’s money, told him you owed him five bucks, and then destroyed his money. That makes you a bully, exploiting a subordinate.
  2. Even if it was your money, I don’t want a financial advisor who values $5.00 so little as to ruin it in a demonstration. That tells me you expect to make a lot more money off of me than the paltry sum you tore in half in front of me. I want a somber financial advisor with depression-era values who prides himself on earning as much as possible for me while keeping expenses down.

Next mistake, Greg: You told me you never intend to pay off your mortgage, citing the bank’s inability to foreclose if you are meeting the terms of your agreement. My wife and I are very conservative financial thinkers, and owning an asset outright is valuable because it means that we won’t have the expense of debt in our retirement. I know you believe that this cost is irrelevant because you intend to be wealthy. I intend to be wealthy as well, but I like to have lots of safeguards and fall-back plans.

One of those is to keep my debt as low as possible. I intend to leverage it while I have it so that I can increase my assets and my cash flow, but there will come a day that I will encounter unexpected cash flow problems, and a paid-off home is one more item that will help me ride out the storm.

Unfortunately, you also proved yourself a bit of a hypocrite. You handed me a thin book and challenged me to read it. I agreed, and said it looked as if it would take about two hours. You responded by telling me that you don’t read, you just listen to audiobooks. Say what? You want me to do something you are not willing to do?

Greg, you are a loathsome person who has financial values completely different from ours. I do not care how much money you have — thought you sure liked to talk about it — nor do I care how much you are insured for, though you sure like to share that information too. Dean is a good guy, with mouths to feed at home, who is trying to make ends meet. Your attempted conversion of our conservative financial plans to meet your goals may have just cost him a customer.

It’s really OK if I never see or speak with you again.

Regards, Matthew P. Barnson Dissatisfied customer

The Bill Collector

“Hi, my name is Melissa. This message is for Matthew. It’s very important that you call me at 1-800-555-5555.”

“Hi, my name is Melissa. This message is for Matthew. It’s very important that you call me at 1-800-555-5555.”

Cryptic message. I immediately recognize the intonation, brevity of message, and urgency as that of a professional collection agent.

I’m not really familiar with these guys because of having been on the receiving end. In fact, I think I’ve been called by one once in my life, regarding a magazine subscription some years back. No, you see, I used to work for a collection agency.

I don’t talk about this experience a lot, really. Mainly because I realize now that I probably wouldn’t take a job with this kind of institution again. It was a “bank” — nominally — that specialized in sub-prime lending for non-mortgage expenses. They made loans for RVs, boats, camp trailers, and those kinds of big-ticket items.

Now, not to say they were evil. They were simply a company that knew the business they were in, and made great money at it. The fact was, they’d get a repossession agent contracted the day a bill was late, and often recover within 3 days of the late-date. Then they’d send a bill to the customer for the repossession after selling the item at auction.

It was a bit of a racket, and cut-throat. They knew who their clientèle was, and the kinds of policies they had to enforce to stay profitable. We had oceans of representatives in cube farms, most of them students at the University of Utah, calling people daily from the moment their bill came due until the check arrived.

But why on earth is such a representative calling me? I racked my brain for what on earth they could want from me. We have no debts, save that on our homes.

Then I thought hard, and realized it could be one of two things:

  1. A model airplane membership catalog I ordered back in October. As many of you know, this was a tough fall and winter for me. I completely forgot about it, but just got a reminder notice in the mail. I’m doubting this is it, but kind of hoping it is. It’s not a big-ticket item, and I can pay it easily. Regardless, I need to do that tomorrow.
  2. I just saw a ‘final notice’ warning from Dell regarding a replacement laptop they’d sent me. They’d cross-shipped a laptop due to an episode I’d had with mine… and I hadn’t sent the old one back yet. Holy crap! In the shuffle of all the boxes moving, I had totally spaced it. Sure enough, there’s the Dell box. We’re talking like 3 months since they replaced it for me, though. That’s bad news.
  3. Some bill I didn’t know about. We don’t have any long-term debt other than our mortgages on our two homes, and those are always current (automatic payment ftw!), so that would mean it was either a utility bill of some sort or a magazine subscription… something like that. One hopes it’s that trivial.

My fear was that it would be #2: the laptop. If they turned it over to collections, yeah, I do have enough money in savings to cover that kind of bill, but “big ouch” for being forgetful.

I lost a night of sleep fretting over this call from a collections agency. I was totally worried that it would be some huge, unknown bill that would blind-side me, ruin my credit report, and disappoint my wife (who has been impressed with the interest I’ve taken in our finances since we started budgeting lately) due to some irresponsibility on my part.

So I called the collection agent back the next day. It turned out the bill was from Comcast. My credit card had apparently expired and they’d been unable to bill me on the auto-pay. They had not attempted to call, send notices regarding the late payment or anything like that… just turned it over to collections when it hit 91 days late.

I paid my twenty-seven bucks. Plus a five-dollar “processing fee” because it went to collections.

I lost a night of sleep over this?

Spammers…

Sorry for the spam on the site this morning. Apparently the spammers are hiring people to do their work for them, and my captchas only check if it’s a human. I don’t have a good defence against actual live people logging on and posting spam. Maybe if I had to authorize every new membership…

Anyway, I’m cleaning it up, but I have to get real work done (day job, you know!) so it may be a bit

Sorry for the spam on the site this morning. Apparently the spammers are hiring people to do their work for them, and my captchas only check if it’s a human. I don’t have a good defence against actual live people logging on and posting spam. Maybe if I had to authorize every new membership…

Anyway, I’m cleaning it up, but I have to get real work done (day job, you know!) so it may be a bit…

Hotsync Palm Centro on Ubuntu Gutsy

Here’s a brief howto on setting up a Palm Centro to work on Ubunty 7.10 “Gutsy Gibbon”.

ALL THIS CRAP DOESN’T MATTER. IT’S WRONG, AND ACTUALLY GETS IN YOUR WAY IF YOU USE ANYTHING OTHER THAN JPILOT. To get your pilot-link, jpilot, kpilot, or whatever stuff working, just point the source to “usb:” rather than /dev/pilot or whatever. Doing “usb:” works perfectly on everything the first time, and no hours of mucking around is necessary. So on Ubuntu: plug it in. Make sure it’s looking at your “usb:” port and not /dev/pilot. Press hotsync. Enjoy.

Here’s a brief howto on setting up a Palm Centro to work on Ubunty 7.10 “Gutsy Gibbon”.

ALL THIS CRAP DOESN’T MATTER. IT’S WRONG, AND ACTUALLY GETS IN YOUR WAY IF YOU USE ANYTHING OTHER THAN JPILOT. To get your pilot-link, jpilot, kpilot, or whatever stuff working, just point the source to “usb:” rather than /dev/pilot or whatever. Doing “usb:” works perfectly on everything the first time, and no hours of mucking around is necessary. So on Ubuntu: plug it in. Make sure it’s looking at your “usb:” port and not /dev/pilot. Press hotsync. Enjoy. That’s what I get for being an old-school UNIX geek. I thought this was supposed to be difficult.

  1. Disconnect your Palm Centro from the computer if it is already connected.
  2. Open a terminal window.
  3. In that terminal window, type “sudo bash”. We’re becoming the root user for the rest of this session.
  4. Type “cd /etc/udev/rules.d”
  5. Open the file “60-symlinks.rules” in your favorite text editor (default, I think, is pico on ubuntu, which works fine).
  6. Comment out — that is, put the # character at the start of the line — the following lines:
     KERNEL=="ttyUSB*", ATTRS{product}=="Palm Handheld*|Handspring *|palmOne Handheld", \ SYMLINK+="pilot"

    That section should now look like this:

    # KERNEL=="ttyUSB*", ATTRS{product}=="Palm Handheld*|Handspring *|palmOne Handheld", \ # SYMLINK+="pilot" 
  7. Save and close the file.
  8. Edit the existing version of, or create a new file named “10-custom.rules”
  9. In that file, include these two lines (it’s actually one line, separated by the “\” character, but I did it so it’s easy to copy and paste):
    BUS=="usb", SYSFS{product}=="*[vVisor]*", KERNEL=="ttyUSB[13579]", NAME="pilot",\ GROUP="dialout", MODE="0660"
  10. Save and close the file.
  11. Now edit /etc/modules, and add the word “visor” to the last line of the file.
  12. Type “modprobe visor” (or reboot and skip the next step, too…).
  13. Type “/etc/init.d/udev restart”.
  14. Fire up your Pilot sync application (I use jpilot), re-attach your Centro, press Hotsync on the Centro and you’re off!

Of course, I had to press the hotsync button in Jpilot after pressing the hotsync button on the Centro cable. But it backed up all my important info, which is what I was looking for!

Additional note: you may have some issues using jpilot if you try to point to /dev/pilot or /dev/ttyUSB* for your input port. If you go to File – Preferences and modify “Settings” to “usb:” (no quotes), it will see the connection very consistently and run very quickly.

Additional update: Apparently, all my hijinks above are completely unnecessary if you just do the last bit: change your connection setting in jpilot to “usb:”… it works out of the box!

The Sprint Store

I walked into the Sprint store in West Valley City and stood around, looking interested in various phones for a few minutes while I waited for a salesperson to take notice of me. They were all very busy: one was talking on her mobile phone, two were behind the counter obviously helping customers on the other side, and a fourth was busy trying to silence the “someone tried to steal a phone!” alarm spewing from one of the aisles. Eventually, Alarm-Guy turned the ear-piercing shriek off and asked how he could help me.

I walked into the Sprint store in West Valley City and stood around, looking interested in various phones for a few minutes while I waited for a salesperson to take notice of me. They were all very busy: one was talking on her mobile phone, two were behind the counter obviously helping customers on the other side, and a fourth was busy trying to silence the “someone tried to steal a phone!” alarm spewing from one of the aisles. Eventually, Alarm-Guy turned the ear-piercing shriek off and asked how he could help me.

“The two-year contract on my PPC6700 expired yesterday. I would like to buy a new phone. I want a Palm Centro, in red, and I want to pay $99 for it.”

“I can help you with that, let’s go over to the counter.”

<walk walk walk>

“What’s your phone number?” says he.

I give it to him. At that moment, I get a text message from a friend. I read, reply, and return to the conversation. Apparently, Alarm-Guy — who’s name was Ed — is used to such interruptions.

Ed types in a bunch of stuff on a little terminal. He goes to the back room. He retrieves a box, pulls a phone out of it, pops in the battery, and begins configuring it.

“Would you rather pay today, or have the charge appear on your bill?”

I reply, “I’d rather be billed.”

“OK, sign on the pen screen to agree to a new two-year contract.”

“What’s the charge to break the contract?” I asked.

“$200.”

“Sold.”

I decided to read the contract. Five scrolling pages later, Ed helpfully informs me that I need to press “Finish” in order to sign the contract. I knew that, but I like to read what I’m agreeing to. Five more scrolling pages later, after reading something regarding goat’s blood and my first-born child, I decide to forgo reading the rest of the extremely lengthy contract and sign.

Ed prints out a very, very long receipt. “Sign this and we’ll bill you.”

I sign. He hands me a receipt, a box, and a beautiful red Palm Centro phone. “Have a nice day and enjoy your new phone!”

I pause. He looks at me quizzically, eager to serve the next customer. “Ed, was it just me, or did we just go this entire transaction without you ever asking me for any form of identification? I mean, I just walked in, gave you the phone number, signed a couple things, and am walking out with a new phone, and am getting a bill for it.”

Ed blanched. “I asked you for your password, didn’t I?”

I shook my head.

“No, no, I didn’t,” he continued, “you got a message on your phone right as I was going to ask for it. Sorry about that.”

Now, people give off subtle visual cues. I’ve noticed that people tend to just trust me anyway, even though I’m lazy, irresponsible, and should never be trusted with the keys to your new car. I guess I give off the “nice guy, trust him” vibe or something. In fact, leaving that same Sprint store, another salesperson asked if I was some truck driver that she knew who wanted a new phone. I had to politely reply that I wasn’t.

I left the store a little disturbed, though. If someone equally as trustworthy-looking walked into a Sprint store, could they walk out with a free phone on my tab?

Who says Shakespeare is dead?

…his works live on in Burger King…

Who knew I would have found enlightenment in a fast-food joint on the way to work?

(Yes, I was running very late today, I’m usually in around 7AM…)

…his works live on in Burger King…

Who knew I would have found enlightenment in a fast-food joint on the way to work?

(Yes, I was running very late today, I’m usually in around 7AM…)

Good USB or Firewire MIDI interfaces?

Apparently, Sammy G and I have a problem. Our MIDI interfaces have not lived up to our new computing rigs. My M-Audio Firewire Audiophile has simply fallen over, giving me the old snap-crackle-pop and hung notes within seconds of use, while Sammy’s Midiman 1×1 isn’t working right either.

Apparently, Sammy G and I have a problem. Our MIDI interfaces have not lived up to our new computing rigs. My M-Audio Firewire Audiophile has simply fallen over, giving me the old snap-crackle-pop and hung notes within seconds of use, while Sammy’s Midiman 1×1 isn’t working right either.

Anybody have an outboard (meaning: not a PCI/PCI-E card) MIDI interface that’s really doing the job for them with Windows XP or Vista right now?

I’ve been hitting forums trying to figure out a solution to my Audiophile breakage, and although there have been a lot of suggestions I haven’t found a magic bullet yet. Was hoping some of us have played in that realm a bit and could make a suggestion.