Take a gallon of indignation, a dash of redundancy, and a pinch of english comprehension, and you get this review:
The place look really nice. The server was really hard to understand poor English and the food is OK. If you know something about Mexican food this is more American wannabe Mexican, Price is good, Quality OK better Colibri are any taqueria in Mission.
His review good. His write beter good I put it in garage.
Liz and I will be heading back to the DC area tomorrow and posting will remain light through the rest of the holiday season. Give us a call if you’ll be in the area and want to come over for feats of strength.
Two movie franchises, both with 2008 sequels to their recent story refreshes, Quantum of Solace and The Dark Knight left me with very different impressions.
To start, let me say I thought both Batman Begins and Casino Royale were phenomenal movies. Each retelling of the main characters’ origins imagined the protagonists as people, rather than the caricatures of the past. They each followed up on that same groove and, in that vein, were very successful.
Emotionally, I found the movies pitch-perfect: Batman hates being Batman and wants nothing more than the legal system to take the fight off his hands. Bond, betrayed and hurt, focuses his pain into his Walther and makes the best of that license to kill.
I like “Web 2.0″ technology. Who doesn’t? It’s fun, it’s distracting, and gives the faintest illusion of sociability.
I embarked upon my Funksteinian journey about five years ago, conquering Myspace, Friendster, Flickr, eventually Blogger, Delicious, LinkedIn, Last.FM, Shelfari, Snooth, TripIt, Yelp, and Twitter.
Do you live outside of Brazil and remember Orkut? Or when Gmail was invite-only? Yes, my roots go all the way back to the dark days of 2003.
With requests coming in to join Facebook or any one of these new content aggregator sites, the constant question is “Why not?”
I’ve thought of expanding this repertoire, believe me. I’ve considered Corkd, pondered Picasa and dabbled with Digg; shoot, I’ve even fondled Facebook. But as my responsibilities at work rose, the time I’ve devoted to Web 2.0 has sharply diminished. These sites are founded upon the idea that the end user is going to dump endless time into them, but when that time goes away, they left me searching for some return.
I became mercenary in my usage. Continue reading “why?”
Barack had me at hello, but even speaking as one of the converted, I’m continually impressed: Change.gov: Open for Questions.
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As I hinted at during my last post, I have made Facebook the first Web 2.0 whosit that I’m trying out as a part of this project. I have spent zero time exploring the myriad features that I’ve heard about (social bookmarking, photo tagging, facebook apps), but I thought I would start with some initial reactions.
#1 After entering personal information into large faceless (or faceful?) database, the user experiences feelings of warmth and comfort at seeing a long list of familiar people who have also decided to make it easier for Big Brother to track them. Now begins the first step of any social network: who does he deem worthy to “friend”?
#2 After meekly offering the prospect of friendship to friends, acquaintances, and names that sound vaguely familiar, it is time for the user to choose a picture. The user searches for hours to find a photo that makes him look successful, beautiful, rich, humble, well endowed (what?)…you know, a tour de force!
#3 Exhausted from picture hunting (I bet women spend days looking for an approporiate profile picture…or maybe I’m just vain). The user chuckles when he sees the “What are you doing?” box prompting him to inform the world what he’s currently wasting his time with. He thinks to enter something like “Typing a facebook status.” However, he decides to put the breaks on his cynicism and doesn’t enter anything…is the Facebook world ready for his razor sharp wit? We shall see…
#4 His email box a-splode!
Facebook - 1, Gmail Inbox - 0