Headed up to Syracuse today for TONGUES WILL WAG at Redhouse--two shows this Friday and Saturday nights. If anyone has any advice about things to do in Syracuse--let me know. Tickets are sold out for one of the shows, but I believe there is a wait list, and full details are here.
Next week I'll be performing at Speakeasy Stories on Tuesday at the Cornelia Street Cafe, as will my director, wife and co-collaborator Jean-Michele Gregory. I don't know what story she's telling, but odds are our stories will contradict deliciously, and then there will be a knife fight. Joy! You can find out more here.
Finally, I'll be performing my first ever HOLIDAY SHOW this December at the Brooklyn Public Library as part of their performance series. It's called CHRISTMAS: FRIEND OR FOE? and happens on December 15th at 7pm. The library is describing the show in this way:
"Master storyteller Mike Daisey holds forth on the secret nature of gifting frenzies, flying fat men, and the collision of mania, decadence, and celebration that marks the end of every year."
I was drunk when I told them this, but I stand by it--I have great enthusiasm and respect for the idea of the holiday show, and every year there's a certain story I make a point of telling at a small venue around NYC concerning the holidays. This show will contain that story and tons more--I'm actually giddily excited about the entire enterprise. Tickets are cheap, and full details are available here, and the SmartTix link is here.
Daisey, Goddess, Orlandersmith, et al. Set for Under the Radar: Theater News on TheaterMania.com:
Works by Mike Daisey, Rha Goddess, Young Jean Lee, and Dael Orlandersmith will be part of the Public Theater's Under the Radar 2008, to be held January 9-20.
This fourth annual event, curated by Mark Russell, will feature plays and performances from all around the world, including Daisey's How Theater Failed America, Goddess' Low: Meditations Trilogy Part I, Lee's Church, and Oerlandersmith's Stoop Stories.
Other artists who will be represented in the festival include the Belarus Free Theatre, Michael Melamed, Nature Theatre of Oklahoma, Mark O'Rowe, Jay Scheib and Leah Gelpe, The Suicide Kings, and Reggie Watts.
NOW that Norman Mailer has passed on, the big question is: Who gets his Legos? The incendiary novelist built a 15,000- piece "City of the Future" with two pals in his Brooklyn apartment - but where it will go next, nobody knows. Our source mused, "Imagine what a one-of-a-kind artistic creation by one of last century's most acclaimed literary figures would be worth at Sotheby's. But how would you get the damn thing out of his brownstone without breaking it up? You could reassemble it by hand, but that wouldn't be quite the same thing as something actually assembled by the master, would it?"
J.F.K.’s Death, Re-Framed - New York Times:
And why has it taken so long to realize that the assassination and the Zapruder film are not one and the same? Part of the answer lies in the power of the film itself. As the critic Richard B. Woodward wrote in The Times in 2003, the assassination became “fused with one representation, so much so that Kennedy’s death is virtually unimaginable without Zapruder’s film.” To that, one has to add the element of distraction. The Warren Commission did not pursue its May 1964 insight because it was fixated not on the shot that missed but on the ones that killed the president.
If this belated revelation changes nothing from one perspective — Oswald still did it — it simultaneously changes everything, if only because it disrupts the state of mind of everyone who has ever been transfixed by the Zapruder film. The film, we realize, does not depict an assassination about to commence. It shows one that had already started.
Why does Putin bother to arrest the "Other Russia" protesters? Because he can.:
In the past year, things have changed. The still-unsolved murder of journalist and Putin critic Anna Politkovskaya was followed by regular physical and verbal attacks on the president's opponents. Typical of the latter was Pravda.ru, which last spring called the anti-Putin opposition a "motley army of deviants, criminals, wannabe politicians, fraudsters and gangsters on the fringes of Russian society." Putin himself calls them scavenging "jackals" who live on foreign handouts.
But if they really are deviants and jackals, why arrest them? If Putin really is wildly popular, why bother calling them names? Kasparov himself answers this question—one of many political mysteries in Russia at the moment—by arguing that Putin is far less secure than he appears to be. During a recent lecture in Warsaw, I heard him convince a large crowd that Russian opinion polling in general should be taken with a grain of salt: In an authoritarian society, especially a post-Soviet one, who tells the truth to a stranger over the telephone? He also claimed that polls asking more specific questions—"Is your city well-run? Is your mayor corrupt?"—produce a far less contented portrait of Russian society than questions like, "Do you approve of Vladimir Putin?"
Maybe so—but that doesn't exclude the other, grimmer explanation, which is that Putin beats up his opposition because he can. The dollar is sinking, Bush is fading, and Europe still doesn't have a unified Russia policy. Meanwhile, Russia is awash in oil money, next week's parliamentary elections will go the Kremlin's way no matter what, and why should the Russian president care if there's some name-calling in the Washington Post?
Putin and his entourage have already got most of what they wanted from the West—including the chance to host a G8 summit in St. Petersburg. If this weekend's photographs look like they were taken 30 years ago, why should they care? Few in Russia will see them. And most of those who do will surely draw the intended conclusion, keeping well away the next time a crowd gathers in a Moscow square.
Nuclear Exaggeration: Is Atomic Radiation as Dangerous as We Thought? - International - SPIEGEL ONLINE - News:
A consensus in the West has been reached about what happened next. Soviet nuclear scientists stand accused of having irradiated the environment and of otherwise poisoning the surrounding area. The result, it is said, has been thousands of cancer deaths and myriads of deformed children. Indeed, this autumn, Mayak (of which not a single historic photo exists to this day) celebrated a gruesome anniversary. In the fall of 1957, a tank filled with 80 tons of nuclear waste exploded. According to an eyewitness, a "strange, bright red fog" rose several thousand meters into the air. "In the winter," says the eyewitness, "I would have terrible headaches and nosebleeds, and I almost went blind."
I live in a beautiful place, a city
people claim to be astonished
when you say you live there.
They talk of junkies, muggings, dirt, and noise,
missing the point completely.
I tell them where they live it is hell,
a land of frozen people.
They never think of people.
Home, I am astonished by this environment
that is also a form of nature
like those paradises of trees and grass,
but this is a people paradise,
where we are the creatures mostly,
though thank God for dogs, cats, sparrows, and roaches.
This vertical place is no more an accident
than the Himalayas are.
The city needs all those tall buildings
to contain the tremendous energy here.
The landscape is in a state of balance.
We do God's will whether we know it or not:
where I live the streets end in a river of sunlight.
Nowhere else in the country do people
show just what they feel--
we don't put on any act.
Look at the way New Yorkers
walk down the street. It says,
I don't care. What nerve,
to dare to live their dreams, or nightmares,
and no one bothers to look.
True, you have to be an expert to live here.
Part of the trick is not to go anywhere, lounge about,
go slowly in the midst of the rush for novelty.
Anyway, besides the eats the big event here
is the streets, which are full of love--
we hug and kiss a lot. You can't say that
for anywhere else around. For some
it's a carnival of sex--
there's all the opportunity in the world.
For me it is no different:
out walking, my soul seeks its food.
It knows what it wants.
Instantly it recognizes its mate, our eyes meet,
and our beings exchange a vital energy,
the universe goes on Charge,
and we pass by without holding.
Tonight's the final night of GREAT MEN OF GENIUS at Joe's Pub. It's been a marvelous experience, and a wonderful residency for us in New York--thanks to so many who came out for the shows, and there is a wait list at the door for the completely sold out show this evening.
DHS to firefighters: snoop on emergency victims for evidence of terrorism - Boing Boing:
The Department of Homeland Security is asking firefighters to snoop around in homes they're called to for emergencies. The DHS likes the idea because firefighters aren't bound by pesky warrants and probable cause and can therefore report on suspicious material like blueprints, anti-American literature, and potential bomb-making materials (e.g., the bedrooms of every friend I had, circa 1985). Firefighters are just the latest legion of potential snoops the DHS is leaning on -- they've also asked meter-readers to peer into our windows and sheds to find evidence of bad-guy-ery. This stuff doesn't work and won't work: amateur pecksniffs snitching on their neighbors just flood cops with bad intel, and turn the country into East Germany, a land where everyone is on alert lest they say the wrong thing and get turned in to the secret police.
A devastating critique of Mr. Isherwood over at the Huffington Post from Jon Robin Baitz can be found here; here's a taste of what it sets up.
And now to the slightly unpleasant part of this essay. Mr. Isherwood, as a critic, will never be noted for his generosity of spirit. He is not Harold Clurman. He tends to be waspish, dismissive, cool, and brittle - as a writer. He can be gratuitously insulting, and his reputation is marred by the general consensus that a good mind is not matched by a particularly big heart. There is a whiff of Grinch in his criticism. Mr. Brantley, more and more seems like a breathless writer of gossip and gush for fan mags, and his intelligence - which again is not in question - seems to fail when it comes down to the big picture. The Times critics present themselves as advocates for consumers, and not as advocates for the theater itself. Unlike Clurman, Ken Tynan, say, or even Frank Rich, who could be withering but always managed to let it be known that he was passionate for new voices, passionate for promise, and uncompromisingly rigorous, as he is as an op-ed writer on Sundays. Speaking of Sundays, the Times used to have a Sunday critic, but have dropped that, thereby handing a monopoly of opinion to Isherwood and Brantley.
You can read reactions from others here, and Michael Riedel, as usual, has the very best quote from another playwright:
Warren Leight, who wrote the Tony Award-winning play "Side Man" and is now head writer for one of those "Law & Order" spinoffs," has his own take on Isherwood's article. "Charles Isherwood asking playwrights to return to the stage is kind of like Ted Bundy wondering why no one hitchhikes anymore," he says.
I might be more generous and not link to this kind of character assassination, but Mr. Isherwood's most recent advice for Thanksgiving weekend is that since Broadway is for the most part closed, so obviously there's nothing else to see in the city, so people should go to Trader Joe's or watch TiVoed TV episodes or simply get drunk rather than see anything else that is playing.
Seriously. Read the article. It's rare to see someone's true colors on such full display.
Mr. Isherwood failed to show up at my run at Joe's Pub, which he had ample notice of; I find it hard to believe that Joe's Pub, even in Isherwood's eyes, counts as such a "downtown" space that it would be excluded from his beat. It's perfectly fine by me--the shows are selling out without the Times' magnanimity, and while we do have a marriage of convenience at other times it is actually quite wonderful to not care whether he'd be showing up or not.
Many others don't have this luxury--many artists struggle to find any audience, and that's good. They should struggle. Life is struggle—but the NYT is a cultural arbiter on a national level, and the idea that there's simply nothing new worth mentioning is contemptible.
What's worse, it's lazy and inaccurate. If he really cared about theater as an experience beyond the overpriced, almost-laughable-if-it-didn't-make-one-weep suggestions he makes in this article he'd be able to tell readers about a number of excellent shows running in New York right now. I know--I've seen them, and I can be a tough critic myself.
He rhetorically asks what a theater reviewer should be doing with this strike on. The answer is simple--he should be doing his job.
City Homicides Still Dropping, to Under 500 - New York Times:
New York City is on track to have fewer than 500 homicides this year, by far the lowest number in a 12-month period since reliable Police Department statistics became available in 1963.
But within the city’s official crime statistics is a figure that may be even more striking: so far, with roughly half the killings analyzed, only 35 were found to be committed by strangers, a microscopic statistic in a city of more than 8.2 million.
If that trend holds up, fewer than 100 homicide victims in New York City this year will have been strangers to their assailants. The vast majority died in disputes with friends or acquaintances, with rival drug gang members or — to a far lesser degree — with romantic partners, spouses, parents and others.
The low number of killings by strangers belies the common imagery that New Yorkers are vulnerable to arbitrary attacks on the streets, or die in robberies that turn fatal.
In the eyes of some criminologists, the police will be hard pressed to drive the killing rate much lower, since most killings occur now within the four walls of an apartment or the confines of close relationships.
Jump the Shark - New York Times:
Today, pool hustlers have joined American heavyweight boxing champs, complete-game pitchers, hockey goons and drug-free cyclists as relics in sports. Endearing bit players in the cast of American culture, hustlers have been written out of future episodes. “It used to be that you had to turn down action; then you had to look hard for action; and now there’s no action,” Bucky Bell, a Cincinnati-based pool wizard, lamented to me. “A lot of guys who play real good pool are having to look for real jobs.”
The pool hustler wasn’t murdered by any single suspect, but the last man holding the knife was Kevin Trudeau, the bestselling author of the “Natural Cures” series who once served a prison term for felony larceny. Mr. Trudeau out-hustled the hustlers — and killed off a national archetype in the process.
Daisey hits the stage without using a script - Syracuse.com:
During the last decade, Daisey, 34, has performed works about a variety of subjects, from the dot-com era to Sept. 11. Every piece has an autobiographical element, some of which can be highly personal, Daisey said.
So why would anyone be willing to stand in front of strangers and improvise a monologue about the most intimate details of his or her life?
Traditional theater is "entirely too dependent on dead playwrights and dead words," Daisey said recently during a telephone interview from his home in New York City.
Tonight we're having a KEG AND LOBSTER party--planned under the influence of beer last evening after flying back from Maine, the idea has taken hold of our fevered imaginations and won't let go. An ENORMOUS NUMBER OF FIERCE LOBSTERS, a full-on BEER KEG and an assortment of FASCINATING ARTIST-TYPES AND N'AER-DO-WELLS should conspire together to create MAGIC.
The Daily Dish | By Andrew Sullivan:
I always admired Giuliani, marveled at what he did with New York City, liked his social liberalism, admired his way with bureaucracies, enjoyed his knockabout style. Any pol who's happy to put a dress on for a bit of fun is fine by me.
But that was before 9/11, and before the Bush-Cheney presidency. All the things I admired about Giuliani as mayor loom as liabilities as president. The security state is understandably more pervasive and powerful than before. But the newly empowered executive branch - with powers to seize anyone anywhere without charges and torture them if necessary - makes a man with the instincts and temperament of Giuliani a real danger in the White House. Oddly, then, it is 9/11 that has made Giuliani intolerable to me. His obsessive loyalty to aides, his reflexive defense of the security and police forces, his discomfort with any argument smacking of civil liberties, his mean streak, his desire to extend his own term of office as New York City mayor, his authoritarian, meddling instincts, and his frequent, hotheaded outbursts: all this make giving him the Cheney-style presidency a huge risk.
Daring Fireball: DUM:
After chewing it over all day, I’ve concluded that Amazon’s Kindle is going to flop. Or at least I hope it does.
What it comes down to is that when you purchase books in Kindle’s e-book format, they’re wrapped in DRM and are in a format that no other software can read. There are no provisions for sharing books even with other Kindle owners, let alone with everyone.
Barring physical catastrophe, I expect that the real books I own — the ones printed on paper — will remain in good condition long after I am dead. With digital Kindle books, I’m not even sure they’ll be available 10 years from now. They’re only useful so long as you own Kindle-compatible hardware. What happens to these e-books if Amazon, having lost money on the endeavor, stops producing Kindle readers a few years from now? What are the odds that these files will be readable 50 years from now?
With DRM-protected audio from iTunes, there’s a reasonable out: You can burn your audio to DRM-free AIFF files on CD. You can also share Apple’s DRM-protected audio and video with a limited number of family and friends. With DRM-protected Kindle books, you’re stuck. The only way to lend a friend a Kindle book is to lend them your Kindle reader. “Unshareable books” sounds downright oppressive to my ears.
Microsoft’s Outrageous Office Profits — RoughlyDrafted Magazine:
Microsoft’s Office suite represents the third pillar of the company’s core trio of monopolies, next to its Windows desktop software and its Windows Server products. Here’s why the company’s monopoly position in productivity applications is holding back innovation and why the mainstream tech media has absolutely nothing to say anything about it.
Home again, home again. It was a fantastic few days, and I'm delighted
we're back with some time to decompress before Monday's final show at
We're celebrating Black Friday here in Maine--shopping started before
dawn, and it is a bizarre FESTIVAL OF CONSUMERISM! Woot!
I'm in Maine, engaging in an American holiday tradition--the pilaging
of the outlet malls. As I type this my wife and sister are
systematically demolishing the Banana Republic, where the sign that
everything in the store is 40% off made them both spontaneously,
Yesterday the flat tire was recovered from in record time, and despite
snow, winds and stormy weather we made it to my Mom's place for
conversation and dinner. My other sister, Beth, and her son Nicholas
made an appearance--I like that kid.
After this, Tgiving preparations.4:34 PM
> We've landed in Maine, where we're having a return to family--it
> should be a fun couple of days. As part of an experiment I have left
> my laptop behind--it's invigorating. I'll be holding down the fort
> with this iPhone, an Alphasmart Neo and a few clever web services.
> Naturally that may all fail, but it's not as if anyone pays for this
> site, so there you go.
> As soon as we landed it began to snow...and my sister has a flat
> tire. Happy Holidays!
Gothamist: Pencil This In:
Enthralling monologuist Mike Daisey is at Joe’s Pub for the third night of a four-show residency called Great Men of Genius, in which Daisey spins his signature solo style into “bio-logues about megalomania and desire.” Tonight’s subject is Nikola Tesla, “mad genius, brilliant scientist and visionary who sparred with Thomas Edison and died insane and penniless writing love sonnets to pigeons after bringing the world electricity as we know it.” The series concludes next Monday with L. Ron Hubbard; Daisey's previous 'bio-logues' were Bertolt Brecht and P.T. Barnum. Michael Criscuolo calls it “smart, funny, engaging theatre that is not to be missed under any circumstances.”
Tonight I'll be talking about the magic and mystery of NIKOLA TESLA at Joe's Pub--I hope you can make it. Tickets are almost sold out, but still available as of now at this link here.
Waxy, Waxy Anglo-Saxy - Film - The Stranger:
I guess old-fangled human actors are okay—always using their eyeballs and faces to communicate emotions and stuff (so pretentious). But what would be really great is if you could use a camera to film human actors, and then take a computer and scribble on the footage until the humans look like expressionless, waxy, reanimated corpses! Wake up, Louisa May Alcott—it’s called the 21st century (nice bonnet). And speaking of modernity: Yeah, I’m kind of into Anglo-Saxon heroic epics, but you know what would really jazz that shit up? BOOBZ. Hella boobz. Plus, have you heard about these new individually wrapped prunes? They’re totally changing the way I eat prunes. Jesus Christ, I love the future.
Beowulf, Robert Zemeckis’s retardedly modern, 3-D, motion-capture reworking of Ye Olde English yarn, uses technology to murder the shit out of entertainment.
The death of e-mail. - By Chad Lorenz - Slate Magazine:
Those of us older than 25 can't imagine a life without e-mail. For the Facebook generation, it's hard to imagine a life of only e-mail, much less a life before it. I can still remember the proud moment in 1996 when I sent my first e-mail from the college computer lab. It felt like sending a postcard from the future. I was getting a glimpse of how the Internet would change everything—nothing could be faster and easier than e-mail.
Ten years later, e-mail is looking obsolete. According to a 2005 Pew study, almost half of Web-using teenagers prefer to chat with friends via instant messaging rather than e-mail. Last year, comScore reported that teen e-mail use was down 8 percent, compared with a 6 percent increase in e-mailing for users of all ages. As mobile phones and sites like Twitter and Facebook have become more popular, those old Yahoo! and Hotmail accounts increasingly lie dormant.
"Worry is one form of prayer I find acceptable."
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BEST. HINT. EVER.
macosxhints.com - 10.5: Get rid of the translucent menu bar:
One down, one to go? Steve Miner somehow managed to figure out how to disable the translucent menu bar. He posted a solution that involved editing a system-level plist, and then commenter Krioni came up with a one-line Terminal command.
sudo defaults write /System/Library/LaunchDaemons/com.apple.WindowServer 'EnvironmentVariables' -dict 'CI_NO_BACKGROUND_IMAGE' 0.63
Miseducation - Theater - The Stranger, Seattle's Only Newspaper:
The individual that High School Musical worships is the most nihilistic human being history has ever produced. Because this type of person has no content or history and because s/he absorbs everything s/he encounters into the nothingness of consumer comforts, this person is a perfect onion, a vegetable of pure layers. This thing that dances and sings and expresses its emptiness without thought or worry, this thing that is so stupid that it doesn't even know how to be bored—this thing is killing our planet.
I'm participating in this as a playwright--it looks like it'll be a lot of fun.
On December 1st and 2nd, 2007 The Monarch Theater Company presents THE ONE MINUTE PLAY FESTIVAL at The Brick Theater in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Curated by Dominic D’Andrea THE ONE MINUTE PLAY FESTIVAL is an informal festival of incredibly short plays. Thirty-four of today’s most exciting playwrights were challenged to write plays with only one rule: it must be under 60 seconds from lights up to lights down. Then eleven directors were assigned several plays to be staged with a small ensemble of actors. And all of the plays will be presented in the course of a single evening!
THE ONE MINUTE PLAY FESTIVAL features PLAYWRIGHTS: Mando Alvarado, Trista Baldwin, Andy Bragen, Abigail Browde, Clay McLeod Chapman, Alley Collier, James Comtois, Emily Conbere, Migdalia Cruz, Mike Daisey, Bathsheba Doran, Michael John Garces, Jason Grote, Ashlin Halfnight, Christina Ham, Jakob Holder, J. Holtham, Kyle Jarrow, Rajiv Joseph, Sibyl Kempson, Callie Kimball, Courtney Brooke Lauria, Matthew Lopez, Qui Nguyen, Emily O’Dell, Matt Olmos, Daria Politan, Mac Rogers, Trav SD, Lloyd Suh, Adam Szymkowicz, Andrea Thome, Gary Winter, & Anna Zeigler
DIRECTORS: Isaac Butler, Jay Cohen, Dominic D’Andrea, Michael Gardner, Marlo Hunter, Yana Landowne, Taibi Magar, Jennifer Ortega, Michael Silverstone, Max Williams and Jordan Young
THE ONE MINUTE PLAY FESTIVAL will be presented on Saturday, December 1 at 9PM and Sunday, December 2nd at 7PM at THE BRICK THEATER, 575 Metropolitan Ave. in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Tickets are $15 suggested donation and are available at the door only.
Off Goes the Power Current Started by Thomas Edison - City Room - Metro - New York Times Blog:
Today, Con Edison will end 125 years of direct current electricity service that began when Thomas Edison opened his Pearl Street power station on Sept. 4, 1882. Con Ed will now only provide alternating current, in a final, vestigial triumph by Nikola Tesla and George Westinghouse, Mr. Edison’s rivals who were the main proponents of alternating current in the AC/DC debates of the turn of the 20th century.
Kremlin uses software piracy laws to shut down dissident media outlets - Boing Boing:
The Kremlin is using Russia's new anti-software-piracy laws to target dissident media outlets and shut them down. This is an eerie echo of the Soviet era, when black marketeering and other universal activities were used as the excuse for arresting dissidents and other inconvenient people.
The difference is that this time, the anti-piracy laws were enacted at the behest of the US trade representative, who made stringent patent and copyright enforcement a condition of the recent US-Russia free trade agreement, forcing Russia to take on board stricter laws than those in place in the US. This includes laws that would never pass Constitutional muster stateside, like a scheme for police licensing and inspection of CD and DVD presses. Imagine that: Russia reinstates state control over the press at the behest of the US government! The Framers of the Constitution would be very proud, I'm sure.
The thing is that everyone in Russia is an infringer, which means that everyone is guilty of breaking these strict new anti-piracy laws. That means that anyone can be arrested for being a pirate, so there's no need to gin up a law against dissent, political organizing, homosexuality, or looking cross-eyed at a cop.
It's true in the US, too. Everyone's an infringer. At every talk I give, I say, "Is there anyone in this room who isn't a copyright criminal?" No one ever puts up a hand -- not at universities, law schools, technology conferences, or at motion picture studios.
Once everyone is a criminal, no one is free.
Charles O’Rourke : Hierarchy:
With the release of Mac OS X 10.5.0, Apple took away a feature of the Dock that had been present since Mac OS X 10.0 — the ability to right-click (or control-click) on a folder in the Dock and see a hierarchical menu of the contents of the Dock.
Hopefully Apple will restore this functionality to the Dock in a 10.5.x update, but in the meantime, Hierarchy is a freeware application that will create a small palette that replaces the functionality of placing folders in the Dock. Any folders or files can be dropped into the Hierarchy palette. Files can be launched from the palette, and folders can either be opened in the Finder with a left click or browsed in a hierarchical menu by right- (or control-) clicking.
Most at NYU say their vote has a price - Lily Quateman - Washington Square News - Politico.com:
Two-thirds say they'll do it for a year's tuition. And for a few, even an iPod touch will do.
That's what NYU students said they'd take in exchange for their right to vote in the next presidential election, a recent survey by an NYU journalism class found.
Only 20 percent said they'd exchange their vote for an iPod touch.
But 66 percent said they'd forfeit their vote for a free ride to NYU. And half said they'd give up the right to vote forever for $1 million.
But they also overwhelmingly lauded the importance of voting.
Starbucked.com - Consumer Activism is for Everyone:
On Dec 9, 2002, my husband went into Starbucks at 9642 Allisonville Road in Fishers Indiana. He told the clerk to give him his regular coffee and he was purchasing a coffee brewer for me for Christmas. The clerk pointed out the boxes, (which all look alike), my husband gave her his Starbucks card and got his coffee. He picked up what he thought was the coffee brewer, went over to the counter to put his sugar and cream into his coffee, then went to his car, parked right outside the front door. He stood there about 5 minutes after taking a cell phone call, put the box into his trunk and left. He goes into this store 4-5 days a week. 5 days later 2 police detectives come to our home, read him his rights and inform him that he had stolen a more expensive machine. They followed him to his office, took the machine, (which he then realized was the incorrect machine) and informed him they would be in touch. 2 days ago they called to inform him that a warrant for his arrest had been issued. A warrant for Class D felony theft. Today I have to take him in to pay $750.00 bond, get a mug shot and finger prints. We will have to pay an attorney $3000.00 for pre-trial fee's, and another 5-10,000 for trial. All over a simple mistake. He is in the store so often that they knew his name. That is how the police knew where to come. Now tell me this: wouldn't the normal avenue have been to simply stop my husband at any time before he left and tell him of the mistake? Does it make any sense that a person who frequents a store 4-5 days a week and people know who he is would steal? I called Starbucks Corp. and got no help there. They said it is a legal matter. My husband has lost 25 pounds since this started a month ago. His Blood Pressure was 190/86, and that is with Blood Pressure medication. I now realize that our legal system is not here to protect the innocent, but to cause as much pain as possible. PLEASE, do you have any advice?
Camille Paglia on Hillary Clinton, Norman Mailer, Ellen Degeneres and more | Salon.com:
Penthouse magazine had similarly tried to bring Madonna and me together, as had HBO, which proposed filming a "My Dinner with André" scenario of the two of us chatting in a restaurant. But Madonna, no conversationalist, always refused. When Newsweek asked her in a 1992 cover story whether she would like to meet me, she said, "First, I'd like to see her across the room and then I'd like to decide whether I want to approach her." (I said when I read it, "What is this, a sorority party?")
Personal History: Parallel Play: Reporting & Essays: The New Yorker:
From early childhood, my memory was so acute and my wit so bleak that I was described as a genius—by my parents, by our neighbors, and even, on occasion, by the same teachers who gave me failing marks. I wrapped myself in this mantle, of course, as a poetic justification for behavior that might otherwise have been judged unhinged, and I did my best to believe in it. But the explanation made no sense. A genius at what? Were other “geniuses” so oblivious that they couldn’t easily tell right from left and idly wet their pants into adolescence? What accounted for my rages and frustrations, for the imperious contempt I showed to people who were in a position to do me harm? Although I delighted in younger children, whom I could instruct and gently dominate, and I was thrilled when I ran across an adult willing to discuss my pet subjects, I could establish no connection with most of my classmates. My pervasive childhood memory is an excruciating awareness of my own strangeness.
Bush Vetoes Major Domestic Spending Measure - New York Times:
President Bush on Tuesday vetoed a major spending measure that would have funded education, health care and job training programs, saying it contained money for too many of the special projects known as earmarks. But he signed a $459 billion bill to increase the Pentagon’s nonwar funding.
My deepest thanks to everyone who came out for the show last night--it was a great pleasure to perform at Joe's Pub again, and I'm beginning to fully relax into the space.
Michael Arthur, the resident artist at the Public, came to the show last night and sketched this piece that found its way into my inbox this morning:
I've admired Michael's work in the green room and dressing rooms of the Public, where he sketches and paints signature pieces for the productions that happen in the building--it's an honor to be included in such fine company. It appears he's a local artist in my neighborhood from his blog, where you can find more drawings, and you may wish to check out his main site, which has details on shows he's doing and how to purchase his pieces.
What a cool thing to happen the day after a show.
David Byrne Journal: 11.03.2007: Social "Hateworking", IKEA:
Why does everything have weird names? Every container, shelf, cabinet or appliance had some odd name, as if people from Planet Sweden anthropomorphized these objects, naming each one they encountered as best they could**:
One soon realizes that one of the goals of this “game” is to decide which cabinets, in which wood or wood-like material, would, could or should be combined with which counter materials, and then to match them to a particular style sofa and upholstery, and finally, to select the color and texture of floor material that would coordinate best with all the above.
There are free measuring tapes available to help you, dotted lines are painted on the floors (to help determine square footage), and personnel hover at computers waiting to guide you through the whole mix and match system — game spoilers, one might say.
US intelligence honcho channels Orwell, redefines privacy - Boing Boing:
Donald Kerr, the US Principal Deputy Director of Intelligence, has decided to kill privacy. He says that human beings can no longer expect governments and companies not to spy on them; instead "privacy" will now mean having the right to expect that governments and companies won't tell other people what they learn when they spy on you.
The Degentrification of Red Hook -- New York Magazine:
Gentrification is a wave that’s flooding the city, transforming block after block. And Red Hook was directly in its path.
Pochoda remembers it clearly. "That moment was there. It was definitely there. Everyone felt it at the same time. And then," she says, "it just went away."
For the last two years, people in Red Hook have been waiting—some hopefully, some fearfully—for that wave to crash, the hordes to come, the towers to sprout. Weirdly, though, none of that has happened. In fact, for all the heraldic attention, the neighborhood now seems to be going in reverse. The Pioneer bar has shut down. So has the bistro 360 and, just recently, the live-music venue the Hook. Buildings put on the market for $2.5 million have stayed empty and unsold. Landlords hoping to get $2,500 a month for a Van Brunt storefront—the rent that Barbara Corcoran was asking—have found no takers. In fact, Corcoran’s spot sat unrented for over two years, until a local business took the space at the cut rate of $1,800 a month. The perception of the neighborhood got bad enough that in August the Post ran a story headlined "Call It ‘Dead’ Hook." Somehow the neighborhood went from "undiscovered paradise" to Dead Hook in just over a year.
Eco - "Writings: IBM vs. Mac":
The Holy War:
Mac vs. DOS
By Umberto Eco
The following excerpts are from an English translation of Umberto Eco's back-page column, La bustina di Minerva, in the Italian news weekly Espresso, September 30, 1994.
The James Burton Story:
I've heard that you were asked to do the NBC Special in 1968.
Yes, the producer of the show, Steve Binder, the contractors and Elvis' people all tried to call and contact me to play on this thing, but I was in the studio doing a record with Frank Sinatra. So I was not available and I recommended a guy named Mike Daisy.
Suicide Bombing Makes Sick Sense in 'Halo 3':
So after a few weeks of this ritual humiliation, I got sick of it. And I devised a simple technique for revenge.
Whenever I find myself under attack by a wildly superior player, I stop trying to duck and avoid their fire. Instead, I turn around and run straight at them. I know that by doing so, I'm only making it easier for them to shoot me -- and thus I'm marching straight into the jaws of death. Indeed, I can usually see my health meter rapidly shrinking to zero.
But at the last second, before I die, I'll whip out a sticky plasma grenade -- and throw it at them. Because I've run up so close, I almost always hit my opponent successfully. I'll die -- but he'll die too, a few seconds later when the grenade goes off. (When you pull off the trick, the game pops up a little dialog box noting that you killed someone "from beyond the grave.")
It was after pulling this maneuver a couple of dozen times that it suddenly hit me: I had, quite unconsciously, adopted the tactics of a suicide bomber -- or a kamikaze pilot.
Great Men of Genius:
Daisey's facility for bringing such disparate-seeming threads together is astonishing. In addition to his quicksilver extemporizing (he has notes, which he never looks at, on the table in front of him), he commandingly takes the audience down many separate roads without once losing their confidence. Even if it looks like he doesn't know where he's going, the viewer never doubts for a moment that he does. That's how totally in control he is. Plus, he's a gifted raconteur: he's so damn funny and personable (one feels as if they're having their own private audience with him) it's impossible not to be riveted. And when he closes the evening by stating that it's "difficult and challenging to live without shame," he movingly and magically ties everything together with the utterance of a single sentence.
By the time this review goes up, Daisey will be readying the second installment of Great Men of Genius, which focuses on Bertolt Brecht. Subsequent weeks will bring evenings about Nikola Tesla and L. Ron Hubbard. Whichever one of these you catch, I urge you to go see Daisey in action. His performances are as inspiring as they are mysterious: you don't know how he does it, but you can't stop watching.
Tonight I'll be performing at Joe's Pub, telling stories about Bert Brecht at Joe's Pub.
If you want a taste of the show, listen here.
If you'd like to hear the fabulous Ute Lemper talking about Brecht and playing recordings of him appearing in front of the House Select Committee on Unamerican Activities, listen here.
If you'd like to see the whole thing live, get tickets here.
Cult of Mac » Blog Archive » NBC Direct Download Service Launches, Mainly Serves Bertolli Ads:
# NBC Direct is actually a shell on top of Windows Media Player. Yep, not actually its own application. It’s built on OpenCASE, Extend Media’s super-locked down video platform. Slogan: “Automation, Ingestion, Encryption.” Yep, that’s how consumers think about video, all right.
# NBC Direct has no support for Macs — but NBC recommends Boot Camp. How thoughtful! I have a PC from work, though, so I put it through its paces.
# Bertolli pasta is just like real, homemade pasta — only frozen, and on NBC Direct! Yum-o-licious.
# Installation is hell. You must download the application from Internet Explorer for Windows. Even though the program works without a web browser once installed, you can’t download with Firefox. NO SENSE. Then, because of its ties to Media Player, you’ll likely have to upgrade Media Player — NBC Direct was created with Vista in mind — genius! Then, after all of that, it’s capable of playing Bertolli commercials. But if you want to actually watch a TV show, you’ll probably need to launch Explorer and install another DRM fix — because you can’t spell Windows without “Service Pack.”
# Content is limited. No, make that pathetic. Only five TV shows, “30 Rock,” “Friday Night Lights,” “The Office,” “Bionic Woman, ” and “Life”, are presently available. You can download their most recent episodes, or set up a weekly subscription to get new episodes as posted. I presume these are all of the NBC-Universal produced series, as opposed to all shows airing on NBC. But I’m not a TV executive; why the heck do I care who made the show? If I want an NBC show, it would be nice to download anything they, you know, air.
# You have 48 hours before self-destruction. All TV shows downloaded from NBC Direct self-destruct within 48 hours of when you start to watch it. That’ll stop you from peskily re-watching a TV show you like, interrupted by Bertolli commercials as you go.
# All episodes vanish, both from the application and from your computer, within 7 days of their original airdates. No matter what. Exactly what I always wanted! I want the convenience of being told when to watch TV!
# NBC Direct supports absolutely no media players. Or CD, DVD, or external hard drive back-up. I hope you like watching TV shows on your Windows PC!
# There’s a writer’s strike on. So this should work for, oh, about a week or two.
My first attempt at using NBC Direct to view content--
Marvelous work, people. I suspect the iTunes Store is quaking in its boots.
TV Shows: NBC Direct Goes Live, Completely Blows:
NBC uses a proprietary player, which is a hassle to install and set up. The player only works with IE, which must have the most current security update. Everyone else is out of the free viewing loop. If you do indeed meet the prerequisite criteria, you can download full episodes of your choice from a bank containing videos that are only seven days old or less. Once downloaded, the video validity period starts to tick away—you have 48 hours to view before your show self-destructs. Further, as yet, you can't take the video on the go, which really brings the point of the service into question.
We just saw this at HERE, and while I have had issues with Theater of the Two-Headed Calf in the past, this was really kickass--a heartfelt spectacle that really works, a fusion of punk and kabuki that rocks out loud. Highly recommended.
DRUM OF THE WAVES OF HORIKAWA!
Loud, violent, transgressive and fueled by radical politics, both Kabuki and 1970s punk rock represented unforgiving performance movements that captured the stories of social discord. Combining live music performed by two drummers, a keyboardist and a bass player with traditional elements of Japanese performance, the show reinterprets this 18th Century classic that teems with lying, cheating, drinking and assassination.
Norman Mailer, Towering Writer With Matching Ego, Is Dead - New York Times:
Norman Mailer, the combative, controversial and often outspoken novelist who loomed over American letters longer and larger than any writer of his generation, died today in Manhattan. He was 84.
Slashdot | Ex AT&T Tech Says NSA Monitors All Web Traffic:
"A former technician at AT&T, who alleges that the telecom giant forwards virtually all of its internet traffic into a "secret room" to facilitate government spying, says the whole operation reminds him of something out of Orwell's 1984. Appearing on MSNBC's Countdown program, whistleblower Mark Klein told Keith Olbermann that a copy of all internet traffic passing over AT&T lines was copied into a locked room at the company's San Francisco office — to which only employees with National Security Agency clearance had access. 'Klein was on Capitol Hill Wednesday attempting to convince lawmakers not to give a blanket, retroactive immunity to telecom companies for their secret cooperation with the government. He said that as an AT&T technician overseeing Internet operations in San Francisco, he helped maintain optical splitters that diverted data en route to and from AT&T customers. '"
RIAA Demands Jammie Thomas Pay 'Reasoned Award' of $222,000 for Infringing 24 Music Tracks:
The Recording Industry Association of America says the $222,000 a Minnesota federal jury concluded Jammie Thomas should pay for infringing 24 copyrighted music tracks "represents a reasoned award," according to court documents filed late Thursday.
The RIAA, which also accused Thomas on Thursday of trying to "shirk her responsibility," was responding to the single mother's motion urging a Duluth, Minnesota federal judge to reduce the award amid claims it was unconstitutionally excessive.
Thomas, of Minnesota, was the nation's first pirate to face off in front of a jury against the RIAA. The bulk of the 20,000-plus copyright infringement lawsuits the RIAA has brought have settled for a fraction of what the jury said Thomas should pay.
THE DREGULATOR VOL. VI # 23: DOLLAR BILL, WE HARDLY KNEW YE:
China may 'diversify out of dollar holdings.'
Hell, join the club. According to MSN.com, that's exactly what Dick Cheney did in 2006, putting between $10m and $25m of his personal assets into The American Century International Bond, a fund whose "prospectus limits dollar exposure to 25% of assets" and has "only 6% of assets in dollars."
This strikes me as an ever so slightly unpatriotic thing to do, if you're the Vice President of our Nation.
Maybe just a little nihilistic.
Kinda-sorta like speeding through all the red lights in Capitol Hill in a hospital zone, blasting Wagner's Götterdämmerung out the gull-wing doors of your Krupp Panzer IV, while wearing a Sudanese blood-diamond tiara, eating a Cuban sandwich and ripping bootleg DVD's right from the warm and bloody entrails of our own fighting men and women in the armed services.
Those who have seen my show INVINCIBLE SUMMER will be familiar with these meetings with the MTA--here are details from the latest one, which happened yesterday:
Gothamist: Public Says "No Fare Hike" at MTA Hearings:
The Manhattan public hearing reminded of us Festivus, or at least its "public airing of grievances" aspect, but we don't want to trivialize the meeting's importance - MTA officials, who included MTA Chairman Dale Hemmerdinger, NYC Transit Authority President Howard Roberts, and other MTA board members, must hear from the public during these occasions, if not on a regular basis. In fact, the MTA officials would seem like they are interested in hearing from public if they didn't look so bored when people were speaking (dudes - and they were all men at the Manhattan meeting - we know you had a long day, but come on!).
"Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted."
Gawker Underminer: "We Are All Beautiful Losers And Artists And Creators And Puppeteers In Berlin":
Me? I'm AMAZING. Thanks for asking. As you know, I have been in BERLIN for seven years now, just creating and living and being a fully realized artist, novelist, and lead singer. It's crazy I know. But I just have so much TIME there because unlike you (well not really YOU-you but people like you) I haven't had to scrounge around and take career-compromising odd pathetic assignments and gigs to pay for my overpriced life and instead I can really become a fully expressive ARTIST in BERLIN.
I mean I am not trying to really diss New York. It's just, well, over. And I know you agree with me. The luxury condos, the lack of dance clubs, the NYU robots, the Nanny-culture. In BERLIN, it's different. It's different in BERLIN. We don't ascribe to the narrowed, uptight, fitted, fashiony ideology that seems to have taken over this city. For instance, the other day I woke up in my apartment (I live in a huge former button factory on the Fingerstrasse for which I am charged about 60 dollars) and I decided I would just walk down the street with a teacup on my head! And no one even looked! Because we are all beautiful losers and artists and creators and puppeteers in BERLIN!
BERLIN BERLIN BERLIN!
Jimmy Carter killed somebody's cat:
Yes, it is real.
AT&T Whistle-Blower Hits D.C. To Stop Telecom Spying Immunity | Threat Level from Wired.com:
Former AT&T technician and wiretapping whistle-blower Mark Klein traveled to the nation's marble halls of power Wednesday, hoping to persuade lawmakers not to crush the lawsuit against AT&T that is largely based on his allegations that his former employer wiretapped the internet on behalf of the government.
The Senate Judiciary plans Thursday to mark-up a measure passed by the secretive Senate Intelligence Committee would let telecoms like AT&T and Verizon escape the bevy of lawsuits accusing them of massively violating Americans' privacy, so long as the attorney general writes a letter to the judge saying that the government told the companies that the president thought he had Constitutional authority to evade the nation's privacy laws.
William Gibson: The Rolling Stone 40th Anniversary Interview : Rolling Stone:
When you coined the word "cyberspace," did you envision that the term might be your lasting legacy?
Not at all. I thought the book would be despised to the extent that it wasn't ignored. Now, on a good day, my career seems so utterly unlikely that I wonder if I'm not about to snap out of a DMT blackout and discover that I'm not actually a famous writer of William Gibson novels but that I'm working at a used-book shop that smells of cat pee and drinking beer out of a cracked coffee mug.
20 Questions With Jamye Waxman:
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?
When I was shooting a video for Playgirl TV I walked outside on Fifth Avenue and 13th street in Manhattan in fishnets, hot pink frilly panties, boots and my hair in Princess Leia buns, holding a sign that read, “hand jobs rock hard,” while screaming “Take back the hand job!” We got stopped by an English professor who scorned me for (what he said) was my use of improper grammar.
Gothamist: Brooklyn Tenant-Superintendent Dispute Turns Acidic:
A long-running feud between a Bath Beach apartment building superintendent and a tenant turned violent yesterday morning. Tenant Alberto Sanchez allegedly wielded a knife at super Leoncio DeJesus, who then threw acid in Sanchez's face. The acid hit Sanchez's girlfriend, who was attempting to calm him down, as well.
stevenf.com: Try Again:
What a travesty this Android announcement is. A 34-company committee that's going to oversee the development of a currently non-existent suite of open-source mobile applications to run on as-yet-unspecified hardware. I've never seen so much hot air, and honestly I'm kind of shocked that it came out of Google.
A 34-company committee couldn't create a successful ham sandwich, much less a mobile application suite. It's going to be some half-baked turd undoubtedly based on GPE since that's, you know, better than starting from scratch, right? (Wrong.)
For heaven's sake: Find someone, ONE person, with a unique vision. Lock them in a room with some programmers and a graphic designer. Twenty people, tops. Change the world. Quit re-hashing the same old bullshit and telling me it's new, exciting, or in any way innovative. Be ready to fail, many times, but for love of all that is holy take a stand on something.
George W. Bush: Approval Numbers Now Worse Than Nixon's | Slog | The Stranger | Seattle's Only Newspaper:
Bush beats Nixon’s disapproval ratings. Sixty-four percent of Americans disapprove of the job President Bush is doing, and for “the first time in the history of the Gallup Poll, 50% say they ’strongly disapprove’ of the president. Richard Nixon had reached the previous high, 48%, just before an impeachment inquiry was launched in 1974.”
Now is the time for congressional Dems to stop acting like George W. Bush, America’s most loathed president ever, has the country on his side. America hates this president. Fight him, you fucking pussies, fight him.
Reactions to the MTA's proposed fare hike ($2.25/ride, unspecified increases to monthly and weekly metrocards, and higher prices for LIRR and Metro-North tix): "Hell no," "I find it ridiculous," and "Ladies and gentleman, fuhgeddaboutit!" (that last from Brooklyn Borough President Marty Markowitz. Does he have any other purpose?). The increase will most likely happen anyway, starting early next year. Because you don't matter.
Even Fred Thompson doubts he'll be president - Telegraph:
Trying to encourage his studio to hurry up so an interview could start, Carl Cameron of Fox News said into his microphone: "The next president of the United States has a schedule to keep." Standing beside him, a deadpan Mr Thompson interjected: "And so do I."
As some Thompson aides looked bemused and others cringed, a taken-aback Mr Cameron, Fox's chief political correspondent, exclaimed: "You can't do that kind of stuff!"
The self-deprecating quip said much about the former Tennessee senator's candidacy.
Ode to the Man Who Kneels - Theater - Review - New York Times:
Mr. Maxwell, one of the few truly original experimental theater auteurs to emerge in New York during the past decade, has the invaluable gift of making you listen with his ears. Mixing professionals with amateur actors and melodramatic plots with low-energy presentations, he makes you hear the angst in the monotone of day-to-day lives.
He has steadfastly applied this leveling technique to tales of espionage (“House”), urban crime (“The End of Reality”), prizefighting (“Boxing 2000”) and romantic triangles, accumulating an expanding cult audience, here and abroad, along the way. His is a voice you would expect to grow tired of. But he keeps injecting fresh inflections into his signature drone.
I always feel a restlessness at the beginning of a new Maxwell production. “How pretentious,” I think. “Did I ever really fall for this stuff?” But to my continuing surprise, I leave each show emotionally stirred and grinning with admiration.
Opening day--here we are again, and I couldn't be more buzzy. I'm hopeful that things will go well--audience numbers look good, the Pub is a fantastic room and everything on the checklists looks good, so now there's nothing to do but get ready for it all to happen.
Here is a wonderful note left on my table at the Public Theater by the tech staff--if you have the tech staff on your side, you have the world on your side.
At gate C22 in the Portland airport
a man in a broad-band leather hat kissed
a woman arriving from Orange County.
They kissed and kissed and kissed. Long after
the other passengers clicked the handles of their carry-ons
and wheeled briskly toward short-term parking,
the couple stood there, arms wrapped around each other
like he'd just staggered off the boat at Ellis Island,
like she'd been released at last from ICU, snapped
out of a coma, survived bone cancer, made it down
from Annapurna in only the clothes she was wearing.
Neither of them was young. His beard was gray.
She carried a few extra pounds you could imagine
her saying she had to lose. But they kissed lavish
kisses like the ocean in the early morning,
the way it gathers and swells, sucking
each rock under, swallowing it
again and again. We were all watching -
passengers waiting for the delayed flight
to San Jose, the stewardesses, the pilots,
the aproned woman icing Cinnabons, the man selling
sunglasses. We couldn't look away. We could
taste the kisses crushed in our mouths.
But the best part was his face. When he drew back
and looked at her, his smile soft with wonder, almost
as though he were a mother still open from giving birth,
as your mother must have looked at you, no matter
what happened after - if she beat you or left you or
you're lonely now - you once lay there, the vernix
not yet wiped off, and someone gazed at you
as if you were the first sunrise seen from the Earth.
The whole wing of the airport hushed,
all of us trying to slip into that woman's middle-aged body,
her plaid Bermuda shorts, sleeveless blouse, glasses,
little gold hoop earrings, tilting our heads up.
Why Your iPod Doesn’t Have Bluetooth - Apple vs. the MP3 Accessory Market - Popular Mechanics:
And that is why Apple likely fears Bluetooth: It would act as a great equalizer for the accessory market. Up until now, a self-feeding economy of scale has allowed Apple (and Apple-licensed products) to utterly dominate the accessory market. If you’re an accessory maker, it’s in your interest to cater to the player with the largest market share. If you’re a consumer looking to purchase a player, it’s in your interest to purchase a player with the largest number of add-ons and accessories. In both cases, the iPod wins.
If Bluetooth found its way onto the iPod, almost overnight Apple would see the accessory gravy train hit the brakes, if not completely derail (the iPhone’s incompatibility with some biggies makes you realize they may already get this). But the add-on implosion would come because Bluetooth not only makes the accessory market more universal (Bluetooth-enabled accessories should work equally well with any Bluetooth-enabled player, regardless of manufacturer), but it circumvents the core of Apple’s accessory stranglehold: the proprietary iPod dock.
If your iPod had Bluetooth, it could sync with your computer without a connector cord. At up to $20 a pop at most stores, these cords are big business. Likewise, if your iPod had Bluetooth, it could connect to any Bluetooth-enabled speaker (believe me, if Apple gave the iPod Bluetooth, these now-rare products would become far more common) without plugging in to that proprietary dock. This would be great: You could even carry your player around the room, changing songs as with a remote while the player streams music through your speakers.
The problem is, if Bluetooth became the standard connection between MP3 players and accessories (or computers), there would be little incentive for third parties to lay down the licensing cash to include that little proprietary dock. And Apple would be foolish to allow that to occur.
The 15 Dumbest Apple Predictions Of All Time | Gadget Lab from Wired.com:
It's easy to dump ire on anlysts for getting it wrong so often. What those guys do, however, is provide a particular service to particular people. Interpreting what analysts say in terms of truth or falsity is to forget the real lesson we should take from Prof. Frankfurt: words build worlds.
Brooklyn Ski Club: The Rififi Rumble - Help Out:
I read your post and I am the girl who was arrested and "thrashed" by the cops on Friday night. My boyfriend and I were leaving Rififi, already out on the sidewalk, trying to get a cab to another place to avoid the cops. We are both kind of built like 12-year olds but two big cops started to provoke us for some reason. Some others standing by weren't even in uniform and they asked where we thought we were going so I think my boyfriend told them to leave us alone or get out of our way - we are trying to walk down the street and get a cab. Then they just cuffed him, 2 seconds later, they cuffed me. THEN, I called them many names and let my mouth start running. So I really didn't do anything until after I was cuffed. They had me bent over the trunk of the police car and I started screaming and shouting about what happened so someone would get a picture. They pushed me down hard on the trunk and threatened to mace me. Then they drove us to their precinct where we were held for 7 hours there and both denied phone calls. Then we were transported to central booking in Chinatown, where we still were not allowed to make a single call for another 20+ hours. They had no actual charges so when we finally made it through the system, the judge dismissed everything right away. We didn't get out until early Sunday morning. That is a LONG TIME to be locked up for no reason with no phone call allowed.
Apparently, they had some kind of "zero tolerance night" and the cops were all getting overtime so they needed arrests in that precinct. We met another guy who left his apt in the same neighborhood to get ice cream and was arrested because he didn't have an ID.
Come To Me
You were always the possibility, the glimmer
In the grass as the train passed and all the kneaded dough
In Brooklyn couldn’t prepare us for your
Coming. You were always the
Beginning, the start of something else, the woman who
Stood in the window singing songs to the purpling sky
until even the dogs wouldn’t listen. You took my
Wretchedness, my bird, my lark. You took
My warbler, my dignity, my harm. You ate my
Liver, my hair, my fingers stripped—
It was always you.
Oh, come to me.
Come to me now in the greening grass, in the
Summering streets, in the pock in the jaw and the
Pit of the arm. Come to me, oh, to me
Now, in the eye of the storm, in the gathering lull,
In the interminable hush between what’s been said and
What never will be. Come.
I have been waiting.
Not on my knees, no, never that, and not with my
Tongue or my bladder or my gall. But just as I
Am. Me, nothing else. Me, something more. Me.
"In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways."
Apple's Leopard demolishes Microsoft Vista. - By Harry McCracken - Slate Magazine:
Apple is smart to underpromise and overdeliver. Its approach stands in contrast to that of Microsoft, which trumpets each new version of Windows as an epochal breakthrough, thereby raising expectations so high that it can't possibly meet them. Windows Vista, for instance, has been saddled with the slogan "The Wow Starts Now" and an ad campaign that claims the OS leaves users speechless with wonderment. It turns out that "wonderment" isn't quite the emotion that Vista has evoked. Nine months after Microsoft's new operating system reached consumers, it's been forced to reassure customers that they'll be able to order new machines that run Windows XP, not Vista, well into the foreseeable future.
It's easy to understand why many PC users are clutching onto the six-year-old XP. The new version of Windows is rife with new features that are half upside, half downside. The 3D Aero user interface is slick and modern … but it's such a resource pig that the $1,000 PC I bought after Vista shipped can't run it reliably. On the security front, a feature called User Access Control can help keep you safe from hackers … but its in-your-face nag notes are so irritating that it's tempting to turn the whole thing off and take your chances. Vista offers better technical underpinnings than XP for sophisticated applications yet to come … but many existing programs and add-ons won't ever work with it.
Media Blog - Mixed Media by Jeff Bercovici: Shocker: Blog's Fans Eschew Dead-Tree Tie-In - Portfolio.com:
Before Gawker Media gets carried away with dominating the world, maybe it should try to master the book industry? As of yesterday, The Gawker Guide to Conquering All Media had sold a scant 242 copies since it went on sale Oct. 2, according to Nielsen BookScan.
Of course, the tracking service only accounts for about 75 percent of book sales, by its own admission, so you can add another 81 units to that total. Still, it's probably somewhat fewer copies than Simon & Schuster's Atria division was hoping to sell when it acquired the total in what I'm told was a $250,000 deal. Especially when you consider all the free promotion the book got on Gawker.com, to what was presumably its target audience.
We spent the Halloween evening at the Pumpkin Pie Show, with special guests the Peach Tartes--it was a glorious confusion of zombie burlesque, sinful delights and dirty, filthy stories.
Jean-Michele enjoying a evil Belgian brew before the show. Later a hot naked girl would steal that lollipop right out of her mouth.
Our favorite couple--a pair of cute girls in very accurate Starbuck and Number Six costumes, who cuddled together all evening during the most atrocious, filthy stories.
One of the excellent numbers from the Tartes, that often involved young women drinking blood, turning to zombies or realizing that once they cut their strings they can enjoy the pleasures of their bodies.
The evening concluded with an inspired zombie burlesque, with requisite Thriller motif, that degenerated into a hot free-for-all. Then there was pumpkin carving and further drinking. Thanks so much for inviting us, Clay and ladies--it was absolutely a blast.