In iOS 9 the Wi-Fi Assist feature will switch to cellular if the wi-fi connection is weak. That means you’re not always using wi-fi – even when it says you’re using wi-fi. That also means more cellular data is used and possibly a more expensive monthly bill from your carrier.
An operating system upgrade demands a substantial chunk of available space. For example, iOS 8 needed at least 4 GB for backup. And the maximum allowable iOS app size is now 4 GB, which means you can whittle your storage down to nothing with a few downloads. Fuck your vacation photos! High-resolution photos and videos take up more room.
Now, iOS 9 doesn’t need as much memory as previous versions. And you can store stuff on the iCloud. Even so, 16 GB is not a reasonable entry-level storage capacity. You shouldn’t be compelled to outsource storage to the cloud.
It’s obnoxious that Apple is trumpeting its new 4K video capabilities with incredibly high pixel counts on the iPhone 6S and its new Harry Potter-ish “Live Photos” and not bothering to mention that you’ll need its pricier storage offerings to get in the habit of storing all that fancy media on your phone.
4k videos, live photos, apps and iOS will eat up your iPhone storage quickly. If your iPhone is your only location for saving photos and videos, then get the 64GB or 128GB model.
I don’t have a problem with 16GB because my iPhone is not the final destination for my photos or videos. I routinely delete unused apps and music. I backup all my photos and videos to my Mac and send them to Flickr.
Choose the model that fits your needs and budget. Easy.
The Apple Watch faces are awful to look at. Surprisingly awful. Which is a shame considering the watch body and bands are beautifully designed. (The Milanese Loop band is breathtaking. I had to return mine because it tore hair out of my arm. Tragic. It was a sad day.)
Pair something beautiful with something boring and you get: Bored.
I’m a minimalist and some of the Apple Watch faces can be reduced to the bare essentials, but they lack interest.
The three faces I’ve used so far:
None are pleasing to look at. They’re purely functional and I want more than just function.
Hope for creativity and design was restored today during Apple’s big event when they announced a partnership with luxury brand Hermes and offered this image:
BAM! A watch face that embraces the rectangle shape of the watch body and looks as if a designer designed it. I couldn’t care less about Hermes or that band, but the face… it gives me hope that we’ll see sexier watch faces in the near future. Fingers crossed.
“Most guys think nothing bad will ever happen to them. But you watch. You’ll be seeing more and more serious heart problems, and worse, once these guys hit 40.”
– Mike Matarazzo, pro bodybuilder
Matarazzo had triple-bypass open heart surgery at 38, a heart attack at 41, and died at age 47 while waiting for a heart transplant.
He was at his competitive peak in his early-30s, when “mass monsters” dominated bodybuilding, and he claimed to eat up to seven pounds of red meat per day at his biggest.
But in the years prior to his drastic physical decline, Matarazzo was one of the few pros who talked openly about what he felt was the underlying cause – the level of anabolic steroids and related drugs necessary to become a top-ranked pro.
The article lists 31 of the biggest, most popular, and most successful pro bodybuilders from the 80s and 90s – who are now dead. Only three made it to age 50.
And then there is the list of former pros who are severely ill.
I remember reading about two of my favorite bodybuilders, Greg Kovacs and Nasser El Sonbaty, back in the 1990s. I was in high school and knew nothing about what bodybuilders ate or injected into themselves.
It’s all a fantasy. I no longer get enjoyment from marveling at the freakish physiques of pro bodybuilders. Now I simply wonder how much shorter their lives will be.
My typical routine for each lift is two warmup sets at low weight / high reps. Then I switch to heavier weight for the 3rd set and aim for my 10 rep max. I keep that weight and do as many reps as possible for sets 4 and 5. I can usually squeeze out 6-8 reps for those difficult sets.
When I switch from the warmup sets to the heavy sets I also change my mindset. I start with relaxing, stretching, happy thoughts during the warmup sets.
For the heavy sets I get angry. I’m not motivated to lift heavy weight. That means I don’t get jacked, excited or inspired because I just loaded the bar with “X” pounds. I don’t think about the pounds or the reps or beating my max weight, etc. To lift the weight and attempt to complete more reps than last week, I have to be angry. When I’m angry, I can lift more weight, more reps, etc. Just like caffeine, anger is a performance enhancer for me. Turning on anger (aka getting pissed off) requires two specific elements:
Loud, aggressive music – Headphones are an absolute must when lifting. Loud music helps me focus and drowns out all the noise and people in the gym. A small selection of Eminem, Rage Against the Machine and Tool songs lay the foundation for the workout. The music is required because it enables the next step:
Thinking angry things – It could be something that happened at work that week or a memory from years ago. My most frequent situation is a confrontation I had at a shopping mall several years ago. Two guys started a friendly conversation with me, but it quickly turned into them pushing their views on me. Their views are the exact opposite of mine, which made me crazy. I couldn’t get it out of my head for days and I lost sleep because of it. I was beyond angry. I use this specific memory to get my blood boiling and improve my lifts at the gym.
Both the music and the memory are required. It doesn’t work for me with only one or the other.
I have a recurring nightmare where I mistakenly bite into, chew and swallow a juicy hamburger with the bun.
Eating anything with a bun (or bread) is a colossal mistake because I have a severe intolerance to Gluten (not Celiac) and yeast. Hamburger buns have ample quantities of both.
The dream ends with me in panic mode because I realize what I ate. I wake up sweating and wondering if I should get my stomach pumped to avoid 10-14 days of depression, aggression, stabbing stomach pain, brain fog, aching joints, lost productivity and wasted vacation days.
Accidentally eating bread is terrifying because there is no clear plan of action to “undo” the action. I could try swallowing several activated charcoal capsules, forcing myself to vomit, going to a hospital and paying or begging to have a stomach pump. (I don’t know if the last option is possible or not.)
For 10 years I’ve been tweaking my list of tolerable foods. All the effort, pain and suffering to get where I am now could be reversed with a bite of the wrong thing. The size of that fear is larger than I imagined.