||the Eighth of September, 2002|
|Some great barcode posters
from a Russian design studio; their barcoded logo hidden within each,
with varying subtlety. Particular applause for the skeleton and
the US flag. [via Matt]
|There we go. As Above's sidebar bookpile is now stacked by the automated arms of
a site which today has the added innovation of alerting you to freshly
cracked spines amongst your signed-up friends. Superb.
|Throw away that stale, sliced bread and sign up with All Consuming
- let it know which books you're reading (and, splendidly, which page you're on),
cover-pictures. My sidebar bookpile will be effortlessly restocked from
All Consuming account, before very long.
"A handful of envelopes; selection for entry to a £50,000 prize draw, and a call for charity from Christian Aid, pen included. Easy. A pre-printed envelope which looks like it might be from my bank. I open it. It isn't. A card-shaped envelope addressed in what appears to be my mother's handwriting, but looking closer it's just a printed approximation of her style (they've extrapolated the '4' rather badly), and besides, she's dead."
Undercover actors enthusing to the public about mobile phones, car adverts pretending to be film trailers or
holiday photos, referrer-log spamming,
chatty AIM bots advertising to kids;
this has been boiling up for months.
The Campaign for Real Advertising starts here, at Upsideclone.
|More music for a future self with a soundcard; a recent HMHB Peel Session which I didn't even know
had happened, in MP3 format.
|Glorious news - celestial Bristolian futurists
Tech are back in the world, presenting some
songs and not being dead after all.
|Mug concept: World's Greatest Landmass. Happy
|So my Subjective Best British Weblog is Matt Webb's
weblogs were still a new thing to me when I fell across it back in 2000,
and after returning to the site a few times over the next few days, I
realised that I'd found someone with suspiciously similar enthusiasms to
my own; somebody was browsing the Internet for me and underlining the good
bits. And he's still doing it, two years on.|
There must be hundreds of tiny things from Interconnected that have
made my brain the thing it is today, and many hazy half-interests
crystallised by Matt's sudden and infectious enthusiasm for bits of
the world (the person/blog boundary blurs a bit, but I'm pretty sure
Upsideclone wouldn't have existed without
the cast-net of Matt's weblog). Interconnected. Daily, required reading.
Long may it remain connected.
|Weblogs are personal things, as personal as the opinions of people who
read them. I'm not really that interested in learning
what Alan Rusbridger and Anita Roddick and five other people
agree is Britain's finest weblog, because I don't know any of them, don't
really know how much I respect their opinions.|
The whole thing seems absurdly adjacent to a World's
Greatest X mug being presented by a panel of
strangers - such a thing would be far more meaningful and interesting if
an individual whose opinion I cared for was doing the presenting, and explaining their reasoning.
So (at Tom's encouragement, after this came up in email) I'm hereby forging meme #1 of the Subjective
Best British Weblog competition, encouraging people to nominate
their current favourite and tell the world why. No prizes or vote-tallying,
just a meaningful signpost to somewhere worth going. (And this isn't a
curmudgeons-only thing; it'd be good to see everyone's favourites.)
|That logo still looks far too much like some horrible robot/petrol-pump flirtation
thing, to me.
Curmudgeons of the world unite! Tom is undermining the Guardian's weblog competition by making a web ring that links
"Adopting the Brace Position during airplane emergencies does not improve your chances of surviving an impact. What it does do is preserve the location of your teeth in proximity to your mortal remains in order to aid forensic odontologists in corpse identification."
Says Brooke, which is on the same sort of level as chipping your
kids. It also actually increases your chances of death by pushing your spine
straight through your brain, to avoid any whiny crash-site suffering, apparently.
But wait! h2g2 says
that airline authories have recently changed the crash position to
something else, because head-between-knees was breaking people's jawbones and making dental identification even more difficult. And other sites say that it's
actually for simple passenger safety after all, that people have
survived crashes using it.
Given the choice between killing passengers (and
knowing which ones) and merely injuring them, it does seem a bit absurd that any
airline would prefer a reputation for the former. But I suppose a nasty plane
crash is always a nasty plane crash, in the public memory, however many survivors crawl out.
|Feh. The genius behind that absurd
kiddie-tracking microchip is none less than
I give it three or four days before the News of the World is demanding that
known paedophiles are chipped and tracked themselves, wired up to devices
that administer electric shocks when within three feet of a chipped youngster.|
[Update: The Register technically demolishes the tracking-chip idea.]
"Ananda, should any sentient beings in any of the
kingdoms of existence, copy down this Dharani on birch-bark or
palm-leaves or paper made of papyrus or of white felt, and keep it
safely in some scented wrapping, this man no matter how faint-hearted or
unable to remember the words for reciting it, but who copies it in his
room and keeps it by him, this man in all his life will remain unharmed
by any poison of the Maras."
A fascinatingly thorough essay on the evolution of chain letters,
analysing the factors of their propagation from the 19th century onwards,
with a nod to their religious predecessors. Very solid evolutionary stuff,
with various tricks and gimmicks arising intentionally or accidentally to
boost distribution; the beneficial effects of copier-mutation, clever
self-correction of text, and the escape from an immunised environment.
It's actually been possible to track an entire "species" back to a
single ancestral rewrite.
Also interesting that for all its ease and range of distribution, the
Internet actually helps kill these things off by denying them any real
room for mutation. (Although there was the iWon thing.)
|Amid careless chain-email urging me to dress in red, white and blue and
recite the Pledge of Allegiance next Wednesday, I was flexing the
obvious worry as to whether a fanatic would pick the 11th of
September as a good, significant date to mount a psychologically
meaningful follow-up attack.|
But it's going to be Bush, if anyone, isn't it? Oh dear.