good explanation that helped us troubleshoot the problem after replacing the screen on my 3g
April 2010 Archives
explains the difference between the front glass and the digitizer.
I seem to have angered the patron saint of mobile phones in some way this week, because it's been a very bad 24 hours so far as my phones are concerned.
A week ago I took the case off my iPhone because the plastic had started to peel, and I hadn't yet purchased a replacement. Which meant, of course, that I would have to drop my phone on a hard surface for the first time since I've owned it. When I did that last night, it shattered the glass on my phone. :(
Ironically, I'd just read a story in the NY Times last week about people doing iPhone screen repairs, and had mentioned to Gerald that he and Lane should think about starting a part-time business doing just that. So, we're speeding up the "let's try it" timetable and have ordered the parts and tools for the repair on my phone.
The cost of having the screen repaired at an Apple store is around $200. The cost of the parts, tools, and expedited shipping for a DIY repair was less than $25. Since my phone is already out of warranty, it doesn't really matter that we're voiding the warranty by doing this. And the comments from Amazon customers who've bought the same repair components are consistently positive. Keep your fingers crossed that we'll be able to successfully repair mine, because I wanted to wait to buy a new one until the new models come out this summer...
The phone trauma seemed as though it would be minimal, since I still had the Verizon Motoroal Droid that I got at GDC and hadn't really played with. I charged it back up last night, loaded a few apps and files onto it, set my Google Voice number to ring on it, and was ready to switch to that as my primary phone until the iPhone was repaired. However, the Droid had other ideas, and decided to pick last night as the perfect time to have its screen go completely dead. The phone's not dead; the status light blinks, the buttons and keyboard light up, and it plays cheerful sounds when it restarts. But there's nothing to be seen on the screen.
I took the Droid in to the local Verizon store, where they determined that they couldn't help me at all because the phone had been provided as part of the developer program. So I ended up on the phone with Verizon support for 30 minutes while they figured out what to do. They decided to FedEx me a replacement Droid, but because it's Friday today I won't get the Droid until Monday >.<
The good news is that while my iPhone looks awful, is somewhat hard to read, and feels icky to scroll my finger on, it still works pretty much perfectly. So I'm not completely without a phone for the weekend.
Hoping this will work with iPads, as well, since we'll have a few in the lab.
for use in 309 in-class exercise
Glee returned to the air tonight, kicking off with an amazing rendition of The Doors' "Hello, I Love You," and ending with as an astonishingly amazing version of Madonna's Vogue video starring Sue Sylvester (played by Jane Lynch).
My 13yo son was appalled by the show, claiming that the use of these songs sullied them, and that his friends would end up knowing the songs because of these renditions rather than the pristine original versions.
Me, I was delighted. The first song, in particular, brought back vivid memories of my first two years in college. I still remember my beautiful friend and sophomore roommate Alisa, who each time we entered a bar in Ann Arbor was bombarded by men wanting to know her name. And, of course, as her loyal companion, I had to field at least half of those "I love (her), won't you tell me (her) name" requests.
I'm in a very different mental place now. I'm happy with myself, happy with my weight, happily (still) in love. I can listen to these songs without resentment. I can appreciate how I perceive them differently now. And even more, I can appreciate how well they've survived the intervening decades.
Yes, my 13yo son loves the originals. And the originals will endure, continuing to seduce him and others who follow. That doesn't change the fact that they can be covered, adapted, re-interpreted...without doing damage to those amazing originals. And I suspect that 30 years from now, he'll be just as appreciative of those adaptations as I am right now.
Last Sunday, I looked outside, and to my great amazement the forsythia was in bloom and the leaves were beginning to emerge from their buds. I was amazed because this is several weeks before it usually happens. And I know that because every year for the past eight years I've blogged the arrival of spring.
It's the only ritual I've observed on this blog, and it's come to matter to me. However, I've been sick this week, and that--combined with a trip to DC--meant that I didn't get around to marking the arrival of spring in my usual fashion. As a result, I've post-dated this entry...mostly because I use my blog to track my personal history, and I want it to properly record the early arrival of spring in Rochester this year.
Part of the tradition is to share this poem by Robert Frost, one of my favorites, and one that I think of each year when spring begins to emerge from the grayness of the Rochester winter...
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.