What today?
File this in my “What fantastical new iPhone trick am I gonna learn today” box.
Similar to grocery-store visits: “Who am I gonna see today?”
The other day (Sunday, November 29th, 2015) I ate out with my niece, her young daughter, and my niece’s mother, my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law is my wife’s brother’s first wife, and my niece is their only child.
My niece was born in 1969, which makes her 46. Her daughter just turned 21.
Her daughter and I have iPhones, and she is much more tech-savvy than me.
Back-and-forth with wisecracks, snide remarks, putdowns, verbal potshots.
I drove city bus, so parried much worse. Fortunately my potshots make her laugh.
“Okay, what do I do here?” I asked.
Not too long ago I clicked my iTunes music-icon, and it locked up my Apple music page.
I was expecting that to still happen, at which point I would have said “now what?”
But the Apple music-page displayed a previously unseen radio-button that accessed my iTunes files.
So of course young Miss Tech-Savvy clicked it in a nanosecond, implying I was stupid for not seeing it.
Well, no radio-button before.
Apple’s iPhone operating-system instituted a password feature a few years ago. The phone won’t work unless the password in entered — a feature the NSA hates; they can’t load up your phone with porn, and arrest you as a prevert.
So every time I use my iPhone I hafta get past that password lock, which only I know.
“What about your thumb?” niece’s daughter asked.
iPhone has some trick to recognize your thumbprint to unlock your phone.
“So show me,” I said.
Niece’s daughter already uses that on her iPhone. She no longer enters her password.
We fired up my settings, and went about setting up my thumbprint to unlock my phone.
After maybe three minutes, well beyond the attention-span of my niece’s daughter, I had it recognizing my thumbprint.
This takes place under the “home” button.
But all it is is a quicker way to unlock your phone; the thumbprint function doesn’t disable the password function.
Which means the NSA could still unlock my phone after 89 bazilyun tries on their super-computer.
So how does Apple do that? Read my thumbprint on top of the “home” button?
Willikers! I learn some fancy-dan iPhone trick every day.
No wonder the Windoze guys think Jobs was the Devil personified.
They copy some Apple-trick, then advertise the Hell out of it, as if they invented it.
Like Apple’s “Siri” (“sear-eee”), for example, or cloud storage. Siri was such a whiz-bang idea, Microsoft copied it, then rolled it out while still wonky, so it embarrassed the Microsoft head-honcho when it muffed a command.
(Although Apple’s Siri was merged from an outside company.)
Microsoft advertises cloud-storage like they invented it. Apple had it first, but didn’t trumpet it.
This has happened with my iPhone before.
Not long after I got it, I wanted to put my own MP3 of a steam-locomotive whistle — I’m a railfan, and have been all my life — on my phone as its ringtone.
Back in 1993 my brother-and recorded a video of a restored steam-locomotive down in WV.
I had the same ringtone on a earlier Android phone.
I did this because years ago I took a railfan trip down into PA, and all the others on the trip had a diesel-locomotive horn as their ringtone.
They all had the same ringtone. A phone would ring and “Whose phone is that?”
A “Ringtone-Maker” app made that MP3 my ringtone.
So now if someone calls I know it’s my phone.
You can also individualize ringtones for a specific caller, but I haven’t done that.
Then I discovered “Siri.” Now just about all my phonecalls are by Siri, although sometimes Siri doesn’t work.
I guess Siri is over the Internet, so doesn’t work if I’m not connected.
My car has Microsoft “Sync” with a Siri equivalent. But it’s much less reliable.
Siri works.
Not too long ago I was shown how to reboot my phone, and how to move app icons on my “home” screen.
So now it’s recognizing my thumbprint. What next?
Thumbprint function established, my niece’s daughter observed she could never teach old people.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I’m 71 years old and had a stroke. I ain’t supposed to be able to do this.
I do it by asking questions” (gasp).
“How did you get there?” I ask. “Fat lotta help you are. You’re not showing me anything. You’re just doing it yourself.
Well sorry, I ain’t tuning out! I’m gonna drive you nuts with questions.”
At the Messenger newspaper, where I began as an unpaid intern after my stroke, I fell into the habit of developing computer tricks to reduce our production time.
“I don’t know what he’s doing, or how he does it. All I know is producing that stockbox went from three hours to five minutes.
“Stockbox in five minutes? That’s not possible! Page 2A was always the last page filed. We were waiting for that stockbox.”
“Can too,” I said.
I showed him the trick.
“You had a stroke? You’re not supposed to be able to develop stuff like this.”
“Grady, if I have Meg doing the Post websites, I need your magic macro on her computer.”
“Beep-beep-beep-beep.” I heard her working it; it triggered her computer’s alert-sound.
• For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service (RTS) in Rochester, NY, a public employer, the transit-bus operator in Rochester and environs. My stroke October 26th, 1993 ended that. I retired on medical-disability. I recovered fairly well.
• “NSA” is National Security Agency.
• “Jobs” is Steve Jobs, deceased, founder of Apple Computer.
• “Grady” is the nickname I was given at the Messenger; see info at right. We also had an employee named “Meg Lund.” —The Messenger was also the Post suburban newspapers beside the Canandaigua Messenger = Messenger-Post Media.
Similar to grocery-store visits: “Who am I gonna see today?”
The other day (Sunday, November 29th, 2015) I ate out with my niece, her young daughter, and my niece’s mother, my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law is my wife’s brother’s first wife, and my niece is their only child.
My niece was born in 1969, which makes her 46. Her daughter just turned 21.
Her daughter and I have iPhones, and she is much more tech-savvy than me.
Back-and-forth with wisecracks, snide remarks, putdowns, verbal potshots.
I drove city bus, so parried much worse. Fortunately my potshots make her laugh.
“Okay, what do I do here?” I asked.
Not too long ago I clicked my iTunes music-icon, and it locked up my Apple music page.
I was expecting that to still happen, at which point I would have said “now what?”
But the Apple music-page displayed a previously unseen radio-button that accessed my iTunes files.
So of course young Miss Tech-Savvy clicked it in a nanosecond, implying I was stupid for not seeing it.
Well, no radio-button before.
Apple’s iPhone operating-system instituted a password feature a few years ago. The phone won’t work unless the password in entered — a feature the NSA hates; they can’t load up your phone with porn, and arrest you as a prevert.
So every time I use my iPhone I hafta get past that password lock, which only I know.
“What about your thumb?” niece’s daughter asked.
iPhone has some trick to recognize your thumbprint to unlock your phone.
“So show me,” I said.
Niece’s daughter already uses that on her iPhone. She no longer enters her password.
We fired up my settings, and went about setting up my thumbprint to unlock my phone.
After maybe three minutes, well beyond the attention-span of my niece’s daughter, I had it recognizing my thumbprint.
This takes place under the “home” button.
But all it is is a quicker way to unlock your phone; the thumbprint function doesn’t disable the password function.
Which means the NSA could still unlock my phone after 89 bazilyun tries on their super-computer.
So how does Apple do that? Read my thumbprint on top of the “home” button?
Willikers! I learn some fancy-dan iPhone trick every day.
No wonder the Windoze guys think Jobs was the Devil personified.
They copy some Apple-trick, then advertise the Hell out of it, as if they invented it.
Like Apple’s “Siri” (“sear-eee”), for example, or cloud storage. Siri was such a whiz-bang idea, Microsoft copied it, then rolled it out while still wonky, so it embarrassed the Microsoft head-honcho when it muffed a command.
(Although Apple’s Siri was merged from an outside company.)
Microsoft advertises cloud-storage like they invented it. Apple had it first, but didn’t trumpet it.
This has happened with my iPhone before.
Not long after I got it, I wanted to put my own MP3 of a steam-locomotive whistle — I’m a railfan, and have been all my life — on my phone as its ringtone.
Back in 1993 my brother-and recorded a video of a restored steam-locomotive down in WV.
I had the same ringtone on a earlier Android phone.
I did this because years ago I took a railfan trip down into PA, and all the others on the trip had a diesel-locomotive horn as their ringtone.
They all had the same ringtone. A phone would ring and “Whose phone is that?”
A “Ringtone-Maker” app made that MP3 my ringtone.
So now if someone calls I know it’s my phone.
You can also individualize ringtones for a specific caller, but I haven’t done that.
Then I discovered “Siri.” Now just about all my phonecalls are by Siri, although sometimes Siri doesn’t work.
I guess Siri is over the Internet, so doesn’t work if I’m not connected.
My car has Microsoft “Sync” with a Siri equivalent. But it’s much less reliable.
Siri works.
Not too long ago I was shown how to reboot my phone, and how to move app icons on my “home” screen.
So now it’s recognizing my thumbprint. What next?
Thumbprint function established, my niece’s daughter observed she could never teach old people.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I’m 71 years old and had a stroke. I ain’t supposed to be able to do this.
I do it by asking questions” (gasp).
“How did you get there?” I ask. “Fat lotta help you are. You’re not showing me anything. You’re just doing it yourself.
Well sorry, I ain’t tuning out! I’m gonna drive you nuts with questions.”
At the Messenger newspaper, where I began as an unpaid intern after my stroke, I fell into the habit of developing computer tricks to reduce our production time.
“I don’t know what he’s doing, or how he does it. All I know is producing that stockbox went from three hours to five minutes.
“Stockbox in five minutes? That’s not possible! Page 2A was always the last page filed. We were waiting for that stockbox.”
“Can too,” I said.
I showed him the trick.
“You had a stroke? You’re not supposed to be able to develop stuff like this.”
“Grady, if I have Meg doing the Post websites, I need your magic macro on her computer.”
“Beep-beep-beep-beep.” I heard her working it; it triggered her computer’s alert-sound.
• For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service (RTS) in Rochester, NY, a public employer, the transit-bus operator in Rochester and environs. My stroke October 26th, 1993 ended that. I retired on medical-disability. I recovered fairly well.
• “NSA” is National Security Agency.
• “Jobs” is Steve Jobs, deceased, founder of Apple Computer.
• “Grady” is the nickname I was given at the Messenger; see info at right. We also had an employee named “Meg Lund.” —The Messenger was also the Post suburban newspapers beside the Canandaigua Messenger = Messenger-Post Media.
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