It turns out that safe sales have blossomed recently, because investors fleeing the thrashing stock market are now often sitting on gold, jewelry and even cash.
Given the events of the past couple of months with News of the World and Rupert Murdock, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about phone hacking.
Today, the typical cell phone has the productive life of a cockroach: about 18 to 24 months. It’s not that the phones stop working.
When you bought your new smartphone, did the dealer tell you it had a remote “kill switch” that could summarily wipe out apps you’d downloaded to it? Probably not.
To me, when it comes to business power, it’s hard to find more of it in one relatively cheap package than Excel.
One of the biggest drawbacks to the march of technology is how often it lets others dictate how you use your own devices.
My laptop has been my willing companion when putting numbers through the centrifuge or springboarding me out into cyberspace.
The numbers are astounding, even after all these years. A full quarter of all IT projects are canceled before they’re done.
I have a fetish for efficiency. It pains me to watch people doing things two, three or more times when they should be doing it only once.
It’s rare to visit a workplace nowadays without seeing at least a few employees with tiny little earbuds trailing thread-sized wires down to a music player the size of an infant’s thumb.
The out-of-the-box, standard interface wasn’t primarily for boosting productivity, but for giving demonstrations. It was marketing, and not usability, that was driving interface design.
My goal in life isn’t pushing technology, but applying appropriate technology to workplaces. Every decision about replacing or updating equipment or software has both a cost and risk component.
I can’t help it; every time I see the Microsoft search engine “Bing,” I hear Bing Crosby’s voice crooning in my head.
Surfing the Web is like being the parent of multiple kids. You hear the rowdiness in a far-off room all day long and learn to take it for granted, but once in a while there’s a great crash and a howl that sounds like a civil defense siren.
In every successive medical office—every single one—we have to fill out the very same data, over and over and over again. Name. Occupation. Medical history. Insurance. They always tell us on a first visit to arrive at least 15 minutes early so we can fill out all this stuff. It’s infuriating to me.