Big Ass New Phone

I'm writing to you from a new Galaxy Tab from Samsung! It's a seven inch tablet with the android os running on it. Think big iphone or small ipad.here is the kicker: no voice plan! Yep, that's right. So how do I plan to make and get calls? Well, for starters, lets understand that on average I make 10 calls a month, most about a minute long. And I get about 5 calls a month, same length. So usage is low to begin with. BUT fear not, I'm not off the grid yet. Great products like Google Voice will enable me to keep the same great (415) 894-9455 number you've been not-calling me on for years. And to place those calls, I'll be using Skype, paying 2.3 cents per minute outbound and $6/month to have a number for Google Voice to forward to. In the coming Android OS releases (Gingerbread and Honeycomb) I expect I'll be able to drop the Skype component and just roll with my dainty data plan that only sets me back $30/month. So all told, I've got all this cool stuff in one device:

• Portability - I can stick it on a big pocket and carry it everywhere without the need for a man-purse
• Cheap monthly plan
• Big screen for reading news, comics, websites, etc.
• Flash support, for watching all the YouTube on the go that I can stand
• Front-facing camera and flash camera on the back that also takes movies
• Alarm clock
• Bluetooth - so I can use a headset (you don't really want to hold a thing this big up to your head)
• Tight Google integration, where my life is stored anyway (Docs, Calendar, Contacts, Email, etc)
• Awesome Google Latitude, so you won't have hours of blackouts in finding out where I am. This thing seems to log every minute when I'm mobile. 
• All the apps and games I loved back on the iPhone
• Built in GPS with turn by turn directions
• In a word, everything

This is the device I wanted when I left for college in 1999. One thing that does it all. Now it is in my hands. I love the future!

Dream Tech

Welcome to the Samsung Galaxy Tab (http://samsung.com/GalaxyTab)! A 7" Android tablet with Froyo, meaning Flash works. It's a $30/month plan for 2 GB of data + texting, no voice plan. I made five one minute calls last month, and only got ten calls in. I don't use the voice. But 7" is a great size for a portable - big enough to type and get around the web reasonably, small enough that it'll still fit in a big pocket (or a purse for the ladies). That dumb iPad you have has to stay at home or ride in a bag.

I don't have to ditch voice completely. Google Voice should work as a phone number for people to call. I should be able to call out from it too, and use Skype as needed. I can also do video calls from this thing with Qik out of the box.

Back to the point, this is an all-in-wonder for reals.

• TV? via Hulu, check
• Movies? Check (plus Netflix app on the way)
• Alarm Clock? Check
• GPS w/ turn by turn? Check
• Compass? Check
• Calendar? Check
• Email? Check
• Music? Check
• Radio? via Pandora, Check
• Documents? Check
• Games? Check
• Output to HDMI? Check
• Camera? Double check
• Record video? Also check

I'm already down to an iPhone, MacBook, TV, and a Wii (that hasn't been turned on in months). If I can get a good version of Vim (or if someone wanted to make an Android version of RubyMine, hint hint) I might be able to ditch the laptop too. The future arrives November 14th!!!

Angry and Alone

I'm worked up about work. It's always a mixed bag in my mind when I get this frustrated because on one hand it means I care, but on the other hand I have the rage because things aren't as awesome as they should be. I realized it is also weird because I can be happy with where I work and displeased with work all at once due to the nature of being a consultant.

Earlier a friend asked me why people don't want to do the right thing at work. I had a lot of strategies for dealing with it, but didn't really answer her question. I think the real reason is that people like me, like my friend, we have this knowledge that work, life, everything can be better. I do not believe everyone has that inside of them. As if some people have already arrived at the destination, and now they're just standing at the baggage claim carousel of life.

It is a curse of sorts - knowing. I long for complacency at times. To be able to say "it is good enough" and never need to add "for now" to the end of that statement.

And it is that way with my dating life too. Right now I just want someone I can nudge awake, and talk it out with. Someone who will have context of my life and understand my frustration. But there is no one, just a big dent on the half of the bed I always sleep on and these few typed characters in the cloud. It's not that I need a friend, or to wake up my parents. I want a peer, an equal, someone to face life with head on.

Blogging Less

I'm blogging less these days. Historically that's gone hand in hand with having a girlfriend. However, no girlfriend do I have. I think that means I'm talking to people more, and keeping less inside these days. Interesting.

Will Read: Unlimited

In a similar vein as the sentiment behind "The Summer of Matt", I hereby dub this period of my life "Will Read: Unlimited". You see, I spent the first 29 years of my life figuring out who I am. I did a really good job. I know exactly what makes me comfortable, how to play to my strong suit, and how to roll with the punches. I learned how to be a good moderator, how to never piss off anyone, and how to stop when it hurts.

What I was really learning was my limitations. Some are real, like I'm 5'9". Some are in my head, such as being unable to play a musical instrument. I use to lean pretty hard on my own walls when I didn't know where they were. I failed a lot more back then. And while I don't fail so much these days, I also don't really ever feel like I succeed either - at least not the same way as when you put it on the line and come out on top.

Going forward, my life will be about challenging those limitations that aren't real. I had previously resigned to a life as a skinny punk because it was the path of least resistance. But yet eating right and the right kind of exercise can flip that assumption on its ass; it'll just take more time and money than I've put in to it before. That's what this new period is about, pouring resources in to doing the things that I didn't think I was good enough to do. My name is Will Read. I am good enough to do anything.

Gravity

This week I joined a gym. It is going to stick with me for a handful of reasons:

• It is literally right next to work, no reason not to go
• A bunch of coworkers and Twitter employees go there, instant work out buddies
• I signed up for a trainer
• I also signed up for a nutritionist

Today was my first day with my trainer, Karen. She's got a good grasp of what I want which is to gain some weight. For too long I've been thinking "I don't even fill out a small t-shirt", or I feel bad when someone pokes me in the ribs and hurts her finger. So I just want some meat on my bones. Right now I weigh 132 lbs, 125 of which is "lean mass", and 7 lbs of fat according to a 7-pinch test. That means I'm just as lean as ground round baby!

At the gym today I also learned that I can bench 50 lbs without too much of a struggle. I know how to perform a proper squat. I now know the difference between a press and a push. And I know that i need to start ingesting a lot more protein (no cracks about living in SF, please... I already thought of them all). The hardest part thus far is that I've been told to cut out the Coke. I love me some Coke. So I guess this is goodbye sweet syrupy goodness, I will miss your caffeinated ways.

My personal goal is to gain 25-30 lbs in the next 6-12 months. There's no event, no hard date to hit, but I want to have some gravity to me. I don't want people I'm with to worry about me just because I'm small. I don't want my grandmother to ask if I'm eating well. I want to look at myself, and look at the other dude at the bar, and know I am just as good looking as he is, but I've got personality so that cute girl is going to want to talk to me more than him. That's right good-looking-but-douche-bag dude, Will Read is gunning for you.

I Made Today be a Waste

I woke up late after being out till 4am at the hackathon. Went back to said hackathon hoping to catch some people, no one was there. I must have missed the schedule that said where the presentations were being held. So I was all alone.

Then I headed over to Endgames Productions practice, only to find out it was canceled. Apparently I suck at communication and instead of conveying that my weekends were booked, I communicated "I need a break from improv". So I was taken off the email list that would have told me practice was canceled.

Now it is hot and I can't sleep. At least the heat is outside of my control.

Noteworthy - Leaving Reply All

I left my first improv troupe, Reply All, on Tuesday. The funny parts are fun, but despite being low drama content, the off-stage stuff wasn't what I wanted from my improv troupe. I want some drive. I want a troupe that fights for gigs. I want a clear decision making process, not a weird mix of democracy and oligarchy. I want to feel valued when I have feedback and not ostracized. If I have an opinion, I want it to count more than a red vote in a blue state. If I don't have a voice, that's fine too, but I need to know where I stand, and I had none of that in Reply All. What kills me most about leaving is that they'll go on to be funny and they'll keep doing great shows without me. They may even pull it together and organize all the things I felt I was missing in the troupe. Who knows?!?! I do know that if I had stayed much longer I would have come to loathe practice and I would have been poison to the rest of the group.

Lame Blog is Lame

It's been almost a month since I last blogged. I've been to Chicago another time, and now I'm working on Groupon's API. What's an API? Well it's the glue that makes the app on your iPhone hook in to the website so you can buy stuff from your handheld. It's good work.

Comedy is also blowing up. I'm in a second group called Endgames Productions. We performed last Friday for the Hunter's Point Yacht Club here in SF. The Dickersons even got to see my comedy finally. My parents will get to see me perform this upcoming Thursday when my original troupe, Reply All, takes the stage. I find that I'm being funnier, like how I felt about myself back in high school.

In a lot of ways I feel like there's been a bit of a reboot to when I was 19. It doesn't make sense when I type it out, and the parts that do make sense you'd probably judge me harshly if I did tell you. It's almost like I get to rewind the years I spent fencing and make a different choice, or a different set of choices rather. I'm feeling less "behind", and more like I'm moving and I have ten more year of experience while being as fearless, confident, and charismatic as I was before a string of bad jobs and over commitment pulled those things away from my bones. I'm back to being the guy who can look in the mirror and tackle my goals like a seasoned pro.

Done With Travel for Now

I'm back from Chicago. I was out that way for a vacation with the Dickersons over the weekend and ended up getting asked to stay out there for a week at Groupon. Travel is fun, but it is good to be home. I've been missing a lot of practice with my improv troupe ReplyAll. I even missed our last show which makes me a sad panda. Right now I'm trying to man-up and convince myself I can direct an hour long show about air-travel. There's all kinds of comedy potential there, like the guy that grabbed a beer and bailed from the JetBlue plane via emergency slide.

I feel a lot of things lately. The biggest one is that I feel less lost. But it is still a somewhat scary feeling. Before it was like being in a completely dark room. Maybe the room is in Nirvana, or maybe it is in Detroit, you have no idea, so it is kind of OK. Now I've whittled a big enough hole to see where I am, and I'm a long way off from where I thought I was, but I've got a direction. The trick is that there's a strange forrest with talking trees and a fire swamp between me and that place, and I have no combat training for dealing with R.O.U.S.s.

What I mean is that I'm afraid to start because it means digging up the core of who I am and telling him to go f*** himself because he's getting in the way of who he wants to be. Like climbing a wall, sometimes you have to let go with more limbs than you'd like to get to the next hold. It is time that I stop changing things just to change them, and time that I root up and really commit to the next step - it's going to be a big one to get from here to there.