What –if anything– does it say about you if you can instantly recall the worst day of your life but have to think a while to come up with a few contenders for the best day? One would hope this is because you’ve had a lot more really good days than bad. Or, maybe it’s because it’s easier to peg the misery-meter than to get a good reading on the happyometer. Or, does joy fade quickly while pain lingers like the smell of burned popcorn? What we need is a way to record every day, sort of like the security camera at the convenience store. Just recycle the tapes every few days unless you get one so good (we’re only interested in the good ones) it’s a keeper. I’m still wrestling with whether or not I’d take that little pill that would erase the past 12 or 24 hours. For those that might be wondering, I do have enough empathy and imagination to understand that my Worst Day would be a walk in the park for someone else. Or for some future me. Just a little navel-gazing on a beautiful summer day.
We the Media
We the Media. Grassroots Journalism. By the People, for the People. I’ve been reading Dan Gillmor’s blog for a couple of years and his new book is one of those rare examples of non-fiction-I-can’t-put-down. Nuggets so far:
“If someone knows something in one place, everyone who cares about that something will know it soon enough.” — pg. 47
“Nanopublishing — small sites, run by one or very few people, focusing on a relatively narrow niche topic.” — pg. 83
Cell phones on the plane
They’re talking about letting people use their cell phones in-flight. Can you even imagine the annoying assholes that will start yacking the minute their fat asses hit the seat and not let up for 3 hours. Times 200. I’d rather sit next to a smoker.
Radio listening
The average number of hours spent last year listening to the radio edged up 1.2% to 1,002, a reflection in part of longer commutes. Communications Industry Forecast & Report. [USAToday]
A world full of power and energy
“The world is full of power and energy and a person can go far by just skimming off a tiny bit of it.” — Pg. 31 of Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash.
Political conventions
David Weinberger sums it up nicely: “The Convention folks think their job is to script an event for the news media, and the news media don’t want to cover an event that’s been scripted.”
“You’re standing in a puddle of shit and you don’t have the shoes for it.”
“You’re standing in a puddle of shit and you don’t have the shoes for it.” Brian Cox in The Bourne Supremecy.
Convention blogging
Three of our reporters are heading for Boston to cover the Democratic Convention. As reporters for state news networks, they focus on the state delegations and do a lot of their work at the hotel where the delegates are staying. Along with our “regular” news coverage, each of the reporters will take a stab at blogging the four-day event as well. Radio Iowa’s O. Kay Henderson posted some wonderful reports (via email) from the 2000 convention, but we just didn’t have tools (or the word “blog”). The other two guys are experienced reporters but are new to this kind of writing (as far as I know). Should be interesting.
Ventriloquist God
“I trust God speaks through me. Without that, I couldn’t do my job.”
— President Bush, quoted in the Lancaster New Era, during a private meeting with an Amish group. [via Scripting News]
Transistor radio
Most of my in-car radio listening is XM these days. But at home I still tune in to a couple of the local stations. And it dawned on me this week that the little transistor radio I listen to is more than 20 years old. We brought it with us when we moved to Jefferson City in 1984. And it could have easily been 10 years old then. I love this little radio (made in Hong Kong for General Electric). On the front it proudly announces “Integrated Circuit” and, on the back, there’s a little plasic clip for attaching to your belt. I’m trying to think of other things in my life that have worked as well or as long as this little transistor (when did we drop that adjective?) radio. I so clearly remember when a small, portable radio like this was the ONLY way to listen to music or news away from your home, car or office.
If/when this one breaks or dies, with what sort of device will I replace it? I’m sure they still make them but for how much longer. Will they become integrated with some kind of mobile device (cell phone)? That doesn’t seem practical. I’m not going anywhere with this. Just a small ode to a long-time companion.