Of keyboard waffles and Tetris ice cubes ….

Some of you may have done your time on the “Sharper Image meets I Want One of Those” circuit. I know I have, but largely vicariously so far. I’ve tended to look but not buy, for the most part. There have been exceptions, though: the most recent was a Bauhaus birdhouse I just had to have, obtained from The French House.

But nothing prepared me for these contraptions:

Keyboard waffles. Tetris ice cubes. Pixelated sofas. Loo paper notepads. Toast printers. What can I say? Should you be so inclined, you can find out more here.

thinking about e-mail and colonic irrigation

[This one is dedicated to Stowe, a kindred spirit (at least in the context of e-mail].

A few decades ago, losing a personal name and address book amounted to a major tragedy. A decade ago, losing a mobile phone (with its cache of remembered numbers) amounted to a minor tragedy.

Now everything’s backed up. Or, to put it more accurately, it is possible to back everything up affordably and cheaply.

And by the time you allow for the replenishing powers of social networks, you don’t even need the back-up. e-mail addresses and telephone numbers can be rebuilt from scratch, with the help of the community.

So it makes me wonder. If re-creation costs are low, then possibilities emerge. Maybe, just maybe, we would all become more effective and more efficient, if we treated ourselves to a purge of our electronic lives every now and then.

You know those 1500 e-mails that have remained unread in your inbox for a couple of years? You know those old and outdated contact details you hold for others, details you’ve never bothered to clean up? Zap them, purge them, experience some sort of catharsis.

Who knows, it could become a fad? Colonic irrigation for digital data.

Doing something different with Desert Island Discs

I guess I’m slightly fanatical about music made in the late 1960s and early 1970s. There was so much wonderful music made during those days. So I thought I’d try constraining things differently in a pretend Desert Island DIscs selection.

I decided to choose exactly 50 albums from my collection.
Too difficult.
Still too many.
So I decided to choose only those albums that had a Wikipedia entry.
Still too many.
So then I said to myself, how about if I restrict myself to albums released in 1971?

Which is what I did. And then stopped when I got to 50. I could probably do 50 more. But here’s the list below, in no particular order:

Four Way Street: Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Who’s Next: The Who
Aqualung: Jethro Tull
LA Woman: The Doors
The Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys: Traffic

Blue: Joni Mitchell
Tupelo Honey: Van Morrison
At Fillmore East: Allman Brothers
Every Good Boy Deserves Favour: Moody Blues
Fog On The Tyne: Lindisfarne

New Riders of the Purple Sage: New Riders of the Purple Sage
Stones: Neil Diamond
Welcome to the Canteen: Traffic
The Yes Album: Yes
Weather Report: Weather Report

Teaser and the Firecat: Cat Stevens
Stephen Stills 2: Stephen Stills
Songs for Beginners: Graham Nash
Rainbow Bridge: Jimi Hendrix
Nilsson Schmilsson: Nilsson

Mud Slide Slim and The Blue Horizon: James Taylor
Pearl: Janis Joplin
Hunky Dory: David Bowie
Tumbleweed Connection: Elton John
Every Picture Tells A Story: Rod Stewart and the Faces
Led Zeppelin IV: Led Zeppelin
Songs Of Love and Hate: Leonard Cohen
Imagine: John Lennon
Santana (3): Santana
Surf’s Up: The Beach Boys

A Nod is as good as a Wink: Rod Stewart and The Faces
Cahoots: The Band
Little Feat: Little Feat
Tapestry: Carole King
American Pie: Don McLean

Sticky Fingers: The Rolling Stones
Meddle: Pink Floyd
The Doobie Brothers: The Doobie Brothers
Fragile: Yes
Emerson, Lake and Palmer: Emerson, Lake and Palmer

Poems, Prayers and Promises: John Denver
There’s A Riot Going On: Sly and the Family Stone
Wildlife: Mott the Hoople
What’s Going On: Marvin Gaye
The Concert for Bangla Desh: George Harrison and Friends

Madman Across The Water: Elton John
Electric Warrior: T.Rex
Chicago III: Chicago
Blessed Are… Joan Baez
Fireball: Deep Purple

There’s a lot I left out. 1971. What a year.

musing about spam and recession

Noticed a cartoon in today’s Wall Street Journal suggesting that with the credit crunch and the stock market slide, we weren’t going to be inundated with credit card applications in the post.

And it made me wonder. Is spam recession proof? Will it fragment? Will I continue to get Nigerian begging letters and pharmaceutical offers but no more loans and cards? Or shall I get even more credit repair offers?

I wonder.

Follow the money

Deep Throat: Follow the money.
Bob Woodward: What do you mean? Where?
Deep Throat: Oh, I can’t tell you that.
Bob Woodward: But you could tell me that.
Deep Throat: No, I have to do this my way. You tell me what you know, and I’ll confirm. I’ll keep you in the right direction if I can, but that’s all. Just… follow the money.

All The President’s Men, Woodward and Bernstein, 1974

Identity theft. Mmhmm. A term that hasn’t been around that long. Just what gets “stolen”? Maybe Mitchell and Webb can help us understand that: just watch this clip. [Thanks to Kevin Marks for giving me the tweet-up.]