The Flying Jalapeño Lives

We now have in app purchases for free apps (read: trial ware).

It’s not quite perfect, as I am sure most developers would like to allow full functionality to users for a timed duration. (Maybe this will be allowed?)

From a consumer side, I hope this isn’t abused to much.

I have a strong feeling that we will see much more of a lash back if users of free apps are constantly bombarded to make in-app purchases.

Over the past few days I have been obsessed. A song has been playing in my head and I just couldn’t (can’t) get it out. Maybe it is just my 30′s seeping in or some facebook induced reminiscence.

Whatever it is, I’ve had 4 Non Blondes and Linda Perry’s voice performing hourly in my ear all this week.

The song is a fine encapsulation of 90′s music (to me). Great vocals, memorable lyrics without being too trite, nice layered guitar, all sprinkled with some woman empowerment.

Why has this song been bouncing around in my head? So much so, that I finally put the album on my iPhone about an hour ago.

Which begs the question, how could this album had been missing from my iTunes Library?

But I digress…

It’s funny that a single song can send my mind in so many directions.

On one hand, it makes me question my mortality.

Which makes me think it is time for me to reflect upon my life, after all 30 is a nice round number (Although Linda had me beat by 5 years).

On the other hand, it really just makes me want to pick up my dusty guitar out of the corner.

Who knows.

As I spend my days coding on my 17″ screen (yes large for a laptop, but small for a world view), I can’t help but feel cut off from other parts of my life (for better or worse).

I always tell myself, I can catch up tomorrow. Sure it is easy to see that is a fantasy when spelled out in a blog post, but it is much more difficult to see when shuffled in with the mundane details of everyday life.

Does this mean I am in mid-life crisis? No, not really. It just means, I have choices to make today, tomorrow, and the day after. Those choices make me who I am, just as your choices define you.

I guess what it really comes down to is acceptance. Of your sacrifices, your mistakes, your triumphs. Acceptance that this moment will never happen again. You can make the best out of it, or not. Life keeps moving.

Anyways, I’m going to start playing guitar again.