Dear Real Steve Jobs,
Thank you. The iLife ’08 released today looks to be the most revolutionary media software package on earth. The iMacs… incredible, .Mac – Thank god, Numbers – expected, but thanks. All is all, iLife ’08 fills in the gaps that the Leopard keynote was missing, and then some. iMovie… who is that guy who simply came up with this idea, the idea that changed media forever? I want to buy him a gift on Facebook, and then buy him a real one, doesn’t matter what it is, a beer, candy, a rainbow, whatever he wants. He deserves it. He deserves to go on more vacations. Send him to india, the pyramids, the wall, stonehenge. I’m interested to see what he comes up with. iThink we all are.
Posted by Ryan Thompson 
2.0 whom it may concern:
i didn’t have time to write from there, not really wanting to bring it to 
to leave and impossible to not think about your return. For those that haven’t ever had the pleasure; its a bit of three cities for me: a warm weather 
“ApocalyptoOrleans” is a word that crossed my mind during a 10 mile ride over a rusty Mongoose trail bike through the ghettos of New Orleans. It is not a word i search for either. Here is how it came about… When i first arrived for a little over a week of volunteering, i drove up from central Florida with no sidetracks but an overnight stay in Pensacola and a visit to the hometown of a famous local Cajun from Kiln, Mississippi. So the trip was otherwise uneventful… that is until i pulled off the freeway after the bridges that bring you to New Orleans. It was enough to make me ill and worried about my choice of coming here to help out, it did not look like the people in this area would accept help, it did not look like their was anything left to save. You see, all the power lines and the earth loam beneath the powerlines has made them unstable and slump to the side, motionless only with their lines blown by Louisiana winds. The fact that they look like crosses leading to town is unmistakable, and the “X” put on every residents’ homes feels unmistakably biblical. It is evident just by smelling the air and the blurring of your eyes when you think about what kind of place this is, that something bad has happened here.
government repairs the levies and replenishes the wetlands commercial shipping has eroded. It is really the loss of wetlands that let storms gather so much strength, New Orleans used to be much further from the sea. The canals that make shipping easier re-route all the Mississippi mud, sediment, and the eco-system straight into the ocean where it washes away. i saw an IMAX about it at the Aquarium of the Americas. Its right along the river walk, not too far from the quarter, and where Esplanade Ave ends. Hopefully it will be there if I go back, hopefully the people will go back. However, unlike a city torn by war in a country that is not our own, we have t
he space and freedom to leave New Orleans. We also have the room and power to build it back up again, visit Jazzfest, Mardi gras, or take a three-day vacation along Magazine, the NOLA art center, and Esplanade in the quarter. It is a beautiful city, its just that the lower 9th ward is gone. If we don’t give them the physical means to improve their lives, at least give our citizens the economic ones with a boost to their local economy, they need it.
yellowish-greyish-brownish colour of the High Veldt to one hair. This was very bad for the Giraffe and the Zebra and the rest of them: for he would lie down by a ‘sclusively yellowish-greyish-brownish stone or clump of grass, and when the Giraffe or the Zebra or the Eland o
r the Koodoo or the Bush-Buck or the Bonte-Buck came by he would surprise them out of their jumpsome lives. He would indeed! And, also, there was an Ethiopian with bows and arrows (a ‘sclusively greyish-brownish-yellowish man he was then), who lived on the High Veldt with the Leopard: and the two used to hunt together — the Ethiopian with his bows and arrows, and the Leopard ‘sclusively with his teeth and claws — till the Giraffe and the Eland and the Koodoo and the Quagga and all the rest of them didn’t know which way to jump, Best Beloved. They didn’t indeed! (
