Bullshit or fact?
Cultivated or inate?
Never mind, get busy doing something.
This is a tribute to the Maxell XLII-S 90 blank cassette tape. In particular, the incarnation of it pictured above. Quality recording? Check. Durable? Check. The right 90 minute length suitable for fitting an average length album on each side without excessive blank space at the end? Check.
But what made this particular version – probably sold from about 1987-1990 – stand out over the similar offerings from TDK or Fuji, and even over the versions of the XLII-S 90 which came before or after? Texture. The plastic was not smooth. It had a subtile texture to it that made it a pleasure to hold.
"We tell ourselves, “a computer only does what we tell it to.” But, when it comes down to it, if we aren’t getting the result we want out of the computer, we often give in and do whatever it is the computer wants us to do."
So, true. Sometimes we later find what the software was guiding us to was a better choice in the long run, as well. Often not, but sometimes.
Federico Viticci, on his 445 day journey through cancer treatment:
This is not a post about the lessons I’ve learned. I am still learning. There’s an old saying in Italy that goes like this: “life is a continuous exam”. I believe that’s true. How can I write about life when I’m still learning how to deal with it?
I remember standing in roughly the spot he is in today. In the course of one week in early December 1989, I turned 21, graduated from NYU…and was diagnosed with cancer.
I was lucky enough to be treated by the top cancer doctors in the U.S. at the National Institutes of Health Cancer Center (yes, using your tax $$$). I spent the next year meandering my way through a series of procedures, surgeries and chemotherapy. I learned a lot about unconditional love from the incredible support I got from family and friends. I learned even more about courage from the other patients at N.I.H. – most of whom faced much more questionable outcomes than I.
For me, the “445 days” was more like 380 days. After that year, the scans, the blood tests, etc. continued. First weekly. Then monthly. Then yearly. And now it’s been 22 years. Science did kick my cancer’s ass.
I look forward to reading Federico’s “22 years” post someday – and trust me, he’ll still be “learning how to deal with” life then, too. I sure am.