When you’re a collector of fine things, whatever kind of things they may be, everything you take possession of in relation to your hobby has a certain importance, but some leave a stronger impression than others. I’ll take German cars for example. There’s the first car, that shitty old Volks that could barely do a commute without breaking down. It’s the spark that lights the ever-growing fire, and then next thing you know you’ve got 6 cars in your back yard that will remain in your memory forever, no matter if or when they get crushed up in a tiny little cube. The one that’s twice as old as you are. The one you bought for a fistful of quarters and a handshake off the old man down the street. The one you grossly overpaid. Your first luxury compact sedan, that beat up old BMW.

I’ve been listening to drum & bass and electronica in general for quite a while now, but it seems that I never really encountered another person with the same love of high-tempo, bass-heavy beats that I had. With my recent quest to discover more genres of electronic music and meet people with interests similar to mine, I found that what I had been looking for in the past 2-3 years was half an hour of highway away: Montreal has a huge electro scene, and it just keeps on growing.

It was a pretty long chain of unfortunate events that led me to accidentally upgrade to 3.1.3. I was sitting in my couch one day, watching TV, eating random junk food. My iPhone was running a jailbroken 3.1.2 with all my favorite apps. Life was good. And then I get a text message… I recognize the signature at the end of the message, but the caller ID is a phone number instead of the name it’s supposed to be. Puzzled, I fire up my contacts; All of my contacts are gone. I fire up the calendar; Nothing there. Same thing for the mail. So by now I’m wondering what is going on, try to reset my Google Sync setup, to no avail.

Every geek's LAN takes on unhealthy proportions at some point or another. At first, it's just two machines, his and her's. Then a fileserver. Then a media server. Then a Bluray player. Next thing you know you know you've got network cables running through every room of your dwelling. When that happens, you need a switch.

I’ve only got one word for this thing: AWESOME!