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dropped my iPhone

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Tokyo, 2010.09.08

Just not been a run of good luck for me, lately. Last night I dropped my iPhone and it landed glass down with a crunch.

As seen here (with some embarrassingly low-level verb homework from my teacher), you can see the extent of the damage. Tonight I went into the Softbank and was told that it would have to be sent back to the factory for a new piece of glass, and that that would cost me ¥23,000.

Rats.

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.