This morning, I was on the CBC’s political radio show, The House, talking about internet stuff and the Howard it’s-not-a-dead-story-in-Canada-yet Dean campaign. It was actually a lot of fun — I went to the CBC studios in DC on Thursday to record the interview in what seemed like a giant podcasting studio. The Canadians running the studio were nice, and they even let me drop internet buzzwords like it was my job. Which it is.Have a listen (fast forward to 15:30):Click here for the audio stream (Real Media)Also, I recently learned that Canadians tend to be extremely humble. Well, were this not my third year in DC, I probably would have been inclined to follow the Canadian example and not post anything here about my newfound Canadian fame. But alas, this is DC, where we’re all proud to be media whores.
“I am sitting on a beach in Zanzibar. I will be back in Kampala on 8/24.”
the only RSS feed that i’m really compulsive about checking in my reader is my flickr feed of new photos uploaded by friends or flickr contacts. but i’ve had this horrible sneaking suspicion that something was up with my feed during some recent conversations where others have referenced photos that i know i should have seen but definitely had not. i’m probably the last person to discover this, but it turns out that flickr does not add all of a person’s new photos into your feed of contacts’ photos — it’s more like the last 10. so, if you’re one of my flickr friends, i’m sorry if i’ve missed some of your award-winning shots. i’m poking through now to see what i find… also, has anyone figured out how to get a complete feed of all contact photos from flickr?
My stupid bluetooth earpiece has been missing all week, but it’s somewhere in my apartment because my phone fires into earpiece mode when i’m here. I’ve looked everywhere and I all i want to do is press a button and have the tiny piece of useless plastic beep back at me so that i can nab it.Besides, isn’t “findability” standard protocol now for small phone devices? When our cell phones slip away, we call it and listen for the ring. When cordless phones disappear into the couch, you can press the page button. Quick, someone please invent this for my headset before its battery runs out and my apartment wins a new headset.Seriously, though, if anyone knows of a “you’re getting warmer/colder” radar thing for bluetooth that i can put on my phone, that’d be grrreeaaat, mmkay?
Not that i ever claimed to be good at killing. But the other night I blew the heads off of a few innocent soldiers in Halo 2, and I honestly haven’t fully recovered yet.Yes, I know it’s “just a game,” but it’s pretty damn realistic. Not only did my controller convulse as I pumped this guy full of lead, but when my victim collapsed slowly to the ground, his trailing, bright red bloodstain was there minutes later when I returned to see the carnage I created. Whatever happened to the games where you couldn’t even shoot the good guys, and where the bad guys you killed evaporated happily away into stars or triangles or something?Yea, I’ve never been a big gamer, so I realize that I sound like I’m entering the 21st century for the first time here, but can you honestly tell me that a 12-year-old kid isn’t going to get just a little messed up in the head and normalized to killing after dozens of hours of game-play if a mid-twenty-something like myself is still mentally jarred from playing just 3 minutes?For what it’s worth, this Red Bull House party that we were at in Austin was really pretty sweet — they had an entire room stocked with 20 X-Boxes and plush couches. All sorts of crazy video projections and toy electronic music stuff that you could play with in different rooms at this old warehouse that Red Bull took over for the week. And yes, all the Red Bull and ___ that you can drink.Gotta go — I think I hear the American Family Association calling.
I received an email yesterday from my new internet phone company, Vonage. The message contained a picture of a very jolly Santa Claus talking on his phone, with the headline, “Dial *101 from a Vonage line and tell Santa Claus what you want for the Holidays.”
As far as i could tell from the email, there was no catch or marketing component anywhere in the message — just a small mention of their ongoing refer-a-friend promotion at the very bottom. Otherwise, the call was free “between Dec 8 and Christmas 2005.”Very clever, I thought. They’ll lure me into calling the number and then blast me with some sort of up-sell message. There must be something in it for them.Sometime around midnight, curiosity took over, and I reached for the phone. If it really was going to be Santa at the end of the line, the worst-case scenario is that he discovers I’m not one of his people — but there’s no why he’ll be able tell that over the phone, I reasoned.So, I called. And in less than a wintry second, there was Santa’s voice, straight from the North Pole, asking me to leave him a message (courtesy of Vonage) with my Christmas wishes. No ask. No sell. Just a well-executed effort by a company who realized how easy it would be to do something clever this time of year for little to no expense.But it does beg the question, where do all those voicemails go? My bet is that Santa, overwhelmed at this time of year, contracts the good Vonage people in Hoboken, NJ to trascribe all those voicemails and email the wishes to him.
My good friend and college roommate is a proud Vermonter. I’m often jealous of his idyllic childhoodâ€”which he mostly spent building cool stuff, jumping into rivers, eating local foods, and pushing down rotting trees in the forest. Every once in a while, he finds a subtle way to remind meâ€”the flatlanderâ€”how he still has his priorities in much better order than mine. From an email yesterday:
quick question… do you need digital recordings to pod-cast? and… how does one take the recording and being casting to pods? (I hate this life we are living… I had a weekend of roller skiing, partridge hunting, and woodworking.)