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Mike Voytovich
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OK, after a few weeks of switching from iOS to an HTC One (my 5th attempt at switching over to an Android device), I'm almost ready to go  back to iOS.  Here's my gripes:
-location services stopped working for several days.  It took searching the web, finding a thread on xda-developers, registering to follow a link, installing an .apk, and rebooting, before location services would work again.
-the camera is not all it's cracked up to be.  Half of my photos are out of focus, and the lack of megapixels is really a concern when cropping.  Overall my iPhone 4S was better.
-intents are nice, but I still haven't figured out to have all apps (e.g., Facebook) use Chrome instead of the pre-installed browser.
-For some some unknown reason, Google Wallet is not compatibile with my hardare.
-I never know where a photo will end up when I take a picture or edit/save it with an app.
-My version of Android is stuck at 4.1, while 4.2 is out.  I'd have to root and install a custom ROM if I want the latest and greatest OS.
-Group text messages from iOS users don't seem to work.  They're grouped form each individual instead of threaded together.
-I occasionally miss SMS messages from iOS users.  Not sure if this is a fault of Android or iOS but it's a big problem.
-Charging the phone takes a LONG time.
-Scrolling is still not as smooth as iOS.  Scrolling long lists (e.g., Facebook feed) is jerky; i.e., the physics are not smooth.
-In theory having a lot of hardware choices is nice, but I still haven't found hardware as nice as iPhone5 for my preferences.

I really want Android to succeed...  however I feel like I may need to wait yet another generation or 2 before it's as usable as iOS, at least for me...

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"Mount Tam Jam will be the first rock concert in the amphitheater since the Fantasy Fair and Magic Mountain Music Festival on June 10 and 11, 1967, the first outdoor rock festival in history, foreshadowing Woodstock, Altamont and the Monterey Pop Festival, which took place a week later."

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after a week of heavy use, I can safely say I've finally found an Android phone that doesn't make me want to run back to iPhone.  Great device!

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Here's something you won't see on the front page of Fox News.  Go Tesla!!

Hmmm, stuck on the "Redirecting you to the registration form" for about 20 minutes #io13

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Vint Cerf, Vampire Slayer

One of the fathers of the Internet discusses its future – and the issues techies should have as top-of-mind. For instance: You think SOPA and PIPA are dead? Better get your wooden stakes sharpened.
by +Karen Heyman for #HPIO  

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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

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