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October 23, 2004

Tivo for Web Radio

So I stumbled across a suite of audio apps for MacOS X that, frankly, blew me away. The company that makes them is a New Jersey (viva NJ!) firm called Rogue Amoeba.

Anyway, this company has a suite of 6 apps that basically allow users to do whatever they want with streamed audio. The most interesting ones, for my purposes, are Audio Hijack and Audio Hijack Pro. These programs both allow you to set a program such as Windows Media Player to automatically launch at a given time and record a specific stream, encoding it on the fly to any one of a number of formats (AIFF, MP3, AAC, etc.).

Essentially, it's like Tivo for web streams, and fits very nicely with the podcasting metaphor. I live in Paris, so I don't get US radio, NPR, WWOZ, etc. over the air. You can actually script the software to automatically copy the audio to your iPod once it's done recording (assuming, of course, the iPod's connected to your computer). You can even record multiple streams from multiple applications simultaneously (bandwidth permitting). And if you have a personal web server at home, you can put the files there for you to download remotely, when you're on the road.

I should note here that I have no affiliation to Rogue Amoeba whatsoever... if I sound like a shill it's because I'm absolutely enamored with this software. It's dead easy to use.

Anyway, so what happens if you take a program like this and embed in it an interface to a CDDB-esque database of podcasts and streams across the net. Then it really *is* Tivo for audio, completely liberating radio from the shackles of time and schedule.

Rogue Amoeba also has a very cool streaming solution, called Nicecast, for Macs. It works, and it's also dead easy to use. But I'm not really into streaming myself.

Audio Hijack, though, is super cool. I dig it.

October 22, 2004

Liegirls

You. Must. Go. To. This. Website.

Vote Early, Vote Often

OK, so as I noted in a previous post, I voted already.

Or at least I thought so, because now I'm not so sure.

Today I received from the Palm Beach County, Florida Supervisor of Elections office a second absentee ballot. This one is exactly the same as the first, except it's printed on heavy paper instead of normal paper.

So now I don't know what to do.

If I send in this ballot and the first one is received and counts, then I could be sent to jail for voter fraud. If I don't send it in and the first one isn't counted, then my vote doesn't count.

See the bind I'm in?

As it happens, this is the same county that had the election fiasco in 2000. So it's really nice to see they've gotten their act together.

I'm on hold with the office now, and have been for about a half-hour. We'll see how long they keep me waiting.

Isn't democracy fun?

UPDATED: Apparently, according to the people I spoke to, I can vote (a) the first form, (b) the second form, or (c) both. They assure me that even if I vote the second, it won't get counted twice.

Should I give it a shot?

October 17, 2004

Brian Wilson's SMiLE

Brian Wilson's SMiLeSpeaking of that same buddy Dave, he has been an obsessed Beach Boys fan for nigh on 15 years. So it provides a near-perfect segue into a very brief first impression of "Brian Wilson presents SMiLE," the release 35 years on of the now-legendary Wilson work that never came to be.

I bought it, and I've listened to it -- though not enough to get into individual songs. But what I can say is that this composition is beautiful in a way that you can't quite put your finger on. Certainly the orchestration is brilliant, that's what Wilson is best at. The music itself is complex, and it's not immediately evident why it fits together, but it does. It's a symphony, a suite.

But maybe what it is for me that makes this so beautiful is something that I see in Brian Wilson's face, and hear in his voice. It may well be the result of his years of ritual self-abuse or the ensuing mental illness that causes it. But his face has an innocence. There's more than a trace of emptiness in his eyes. And his voice has the slightest of slurs. It's as if all that has been crafted here was crafted by a child.

Which, in a way, it was.

But if you follow my logic, which it's entirely possible that you don't, he's more of a child today in recreating this than he was as the visionary musician trapped within the confines of the 60s equivalent of a modern-day, manufactured boy band.

Or perhaps because I'm first hearing it in the early days of the 21st century, music as a whole has grown up so much since 1967, that it sounds like a piece for a child.

I don't know. But it is beautiful.

Shameless Promotion

My home-town buddy Dave has been spending the past 2-plus years putting together his love story about the undead, "Zombie Honeymoon." Well, the world premiere is this coming Friday at the Hamptons Film Festival in East Hampton, NY.

If you happen to be in the area (or if you're an obsessive fan of zombie flicks) make it your business to be there.

Something's Brewing (But I Don't Know What)

It's inside me, like a boil that desperately needs to be lanced. I've been having fleeting moments of clarity over the past several days, during which I know exactly what I want to write, exactly what point I want to make. And then, as do all moments that are fleeting, they pass.

So between now and whenever it is I can pull it all together, you'll have to deal with obtuse meandering.

Like this post.

October 16, 2004

Spotted (and Stolen) in Paris

LogoStatue.jpgI was walking home from the metro last night and passed a poster for the 3rd district of Paris' celebration of "Les Nuits Americaines," an apparent celebration of all things American by the city. The poster, which adequately sums up the French opinion of the current political situation is a picture of the Statue of Liberty holding a yo-yo of the globe, the inscription on her book changed to "Presidential Election."

I couldn't have put it more succinctly myself -- the world hangs in the balance on November 2nd.

Naturally, I stole the poster.

October 14, 2004

George Bush as Nikita Khrushchev, John Kerry as Ronald Reagan

Two random notes from the debate...

What is the deal with Bush pounding the lectern? He looks like a cross between a baby crying in a high chair and Khrushchev banging a U.N. lectern with his shoe. Either way, the comparison isn't flattering.

Did anybody else notice the cadence of Kerry's closing statement? I felt like he was channelling Reagan. He opened with "My Fellow Americans," and he closed with "Good night, and God Bless the United States of America" -- both signature Reagan lines. Did Peggy Noonan write his speech?

October 13, 2004

Homeowner No' Mo'

Congratulate me... about 10 weeks after the scheduled closing date, I finally closed on the sale of my New Orleans house today. I'm ecstatic to have that off the books.

How can you not talk about politics when it's all you're thinking about?

Man, it's getting close. I still refuse to get excited, but as I dutifully and pathologically check the daily Electoral Scorecard at Slate.com, Kerry's down by just 2 in the electoral college.

Doesn't it feel like it's the fourth quarter of a basketball game, and the team that's been down by double-digits the whole game has just made their run? Tonight's debate is the last time out, and usually this is where the comeback fizzles out.

But you never know. I have to hope, but as for believeing, I'll wait until November 3rd.

October 8, 2004

Iraq: The Clone Wars

Thursday's New York Times includes the following paragraph about the Bush-Cheney campaign's "never surrender" strategy on admitting mistakes:

"Look, the decision's been made that the president just isn't going to get into an introspective mode of 'we could have done this better,' " said one administration official who sat in on many of the campaign's strategy meetings. Such concessions, the official said, would "play right into" Mr. Kerry's argument. There was a time for Mr. Bush to make such concessions, the official said, but "that moment passed months ago." To do so now, the official argued, would both undercut the campaign and the 138,000 American troops in Iraq.

So, what does this mean, coming as it does from an "administration official"? Does it mean that they aren't living in a "fantasy world," they're well aware that Iraq is going down the tubes, and they're just sticking with the strategy to get through the election? Honestly, given that they are the sitting administration, I can only hope that they aren't that clueless.

Lost in all the hubbub about the fact Bush won't admit his mistakes is the far more important question he can't or won't answer: If he knows he's on the wrong track, what the diddley is he going to do in Iraq if he wins a second term?

Do they have a secret clone army being raised by Boba Fett's people on Venus that's all set to go in to Fallujah and open up a can of whupass on the "insurgents?" When do we get to the scene where George tells Condi, "I can't breathe without you."

October 6, 2004

"Joe Blogs" and Me

When I started writing this blog way back, oh, a week ago, I resolved not to talk too much about politics. I decided that because, frankly, there are already more than enough blogs about politics, representing a vast and wide variety of points of view.

I tend to believe that the most informed decision is made by those who have direct access to the facts, or at least go out of their way to find out as much as they can. A corollary to this belief is that the more one reads about what other people think, the less likely one is to evolve an independent take on an issue.

Newspaper editorial boards and columnists, television and radio commentators -- every day they print their opinions on the issues of the day. They "define the debate," if you will. And as the traditional media have consolidated more and more, the number (and quality, but that's another story) of independent voices in these same media have declined.

Enter blogs, fulfilling what I initally (and idealistically) saw as the promise of the internet -- giving individuals an opportunity to publish and find an audience at a reasonable price. No one can, at this point, deny or ignore the fact that -- even as the traditional media have consolidated and popular internet sites have grown in reach -- the internet has made it possible for a network of highly opinionated individuals to put their thoughts directly before a reading audience.

In the current US presidential campaign, we've witnessed the impact that the bloggers have had. The most obvious example is the role mostly conservative bloggers played in exposing CBS' forged Bush military documents. But bloggers have been everywhere this political season, with some of the more experienced and/or influential ones being featured on political television broadcasts and in newspapers. Blogs have become a story in themselves, as "new media" tend to become, at least before the novelty wears off.

So, what to make of this trend? I think the role of blogs is not simple enough to be defined in terms of "good" or "bad." Without a doubt, they're both good and bad, and by that I'm not merely referring to the content. With the freedom to publish, we've had to accept the fact that any quasi-journalist who ever fancied himself or herself worthy of publishing a column (myself included) in a newspaper now has the power to do so -- regardless of their qualifications or the validity of their opinions.

By way of confession, I'm a bleeding-heart lefty, probably off-the-chart liberal, at least by American standards. There's no question who I'm rooting for in the presidential campaign (here's a hint: my candidate's name does not rhyme with "tush"). I consider myself an intelligent, informed voter with a keen interest in politics, policy, and process. I spend hours a day reading political websites about the campaign. The more I read, the more likely I am to turn to the blogs before I read, say, the news.

And, if you read many blogs, it is clear that I'm not alone. Blogs report on each other about as often as they report on actual events that have actually taken place. Bloggers salivate over what their contemporaries are going to say next, and then often post excerpts of the portions they particularly agree with -- an electronic orgy of "What he said" where a simple link and excerpt validate theories, opinions, and ideas that would otherwise require a coherent argument (or, at the very least, factual context) behind them.

None of which is a problem, except for that the blogs, themselves, have become the story. Take, as evidence, the debates: Why watch or read the transcript when the blog community has already excerpted the key exchanges, taken score amongst its own, and told you who won?

The point, I suppose, of this ramble is that while political blogs are interesting -- even compelling at times -- and can serve a purpose, the blogging community is inherently insular and inbred. They (we) are wonks talking to, for, and about other wonks. They, in and of themselves, are not more important than the news viewed independently through one's own critical lens, just as (sayeth the ad man) a bowl of cereal is merely an important part of a balanced breakfast.

Cheerleading, analysis, and spin aside, we need to bear witness in order to be an informed society.

October 4, 2004

VOIP is super cool

It took some fits and starts to get it working, but one call to Broadvoice technical support later, I have a working soft phone on my computer.

For those of you who aren't "hip," "savvy," or "in the know," a soft phone basically is a piece of software that allows your computer to work like, well, a phone.

Why is this of any interest? Well, let's say you live overseas but something like 75% of the time you spend on the phone is on calls to the US. Using the good graces of France Telecom (or BT, or Telefonica, etc...), this would cost a fortune. But using an internet phone, you get one low price a month -- and it's pretty reasonable. Additionally, instead of just getting cheap calls, you get a US-based phone number that people can call you on. And it rings just like a regular phone.

Now with a soft phone, this goes one step farther, in that you can take this with you to wherever there is a broadband internet connection. In other words, I could be sitting at a table in the internet cafe using their free wireless hotspot, put on headphones and talk into my computer's built-in microphone, and the person on the other end of the line would not know the difference.

Of course, many (none?) of you probably are wondering why I'm so excited about this -- given you can sit at any cafe with your mobile phone and do pretty much the same thing. But that's not exactly true.

For instance, the vast majority of mobile phones today have roaming number portability... in other words, wherever your phone goes (whatever country, whatever city), your phone number still works. However, what's interesting is the way in which those calls tend to be billed if you're out of your home country's market.

I live in France and my mobile phone contract is with SFR. So now I'm in London, and any call I receive is billed to the caller as a regular national mobile rate in France, but I pay the price of an international mobile call to London to complete the loop.

But try this -- let's say I call out on my French mobile phone to the US, from London. Then I get billed for the price of a roaming call from the UK to France -- PLUS the cost of a roaming call from France to the US.

OR, I can use my soft phone and it's free.

Thus the excitement.

October 3, 2004

On Bagels...

Anybody who knows me fairly well knows that I am a bagel snob. My general feeling is that outside the NY/NJ metropolitan area, what passes for a "bagel" is a gross bastardisation of the product that I grew up with. (Note: I give Montreal a special waiver, because they have wonderful brick-oven-baked bagels, but it's a very different product from the one I know and love).

So whenever somebody tells me they've got "great" bagels in whatever corner of the world they come from, I generally view that claim with deep skepticism. I've been burned too many times!

And then, an acquaintance of mine from London tells me that there are very good bagels in London -- a statement I view as ridiculous, having lived there and having tasted (with great disappointment) the local unboiled, dinner roll variety.

But I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and headed up to Brick Lane this morning to sample them. The verdict? Damn good bagels. They're small, slightly crusty, doughy, and tasty -- very similar to the very first bagels I ate as a toddler from The Bagel Box in West Orange, NJ. And they bake them all day, every day, so they're hot and fresh. Only available in plain, but well worth the visit.

Go to the north end of Brick Lane, and there are two shops right next to one another. They're both good.

October 2, 2004

Live, from London

Note to self: try to avoid the sleepless nights when you're going on a long drive the next day. Were it not for a 1/2 hour nap on the train shuttle under the Channel, I might not have made it to London at all. Speaking of which, I've taken the ferry and I've taken the car train, and the train wins hands-down on ease of use and time, if not price.

Naturally, it started to rain within an hour of arriving on British soil. But now, as I sit outside London's Liverpool St. Station on a chilly autumn Saturday morning, it's absolutely lovely. I'm sure it will stay like this for at least an hour before the rain hits.

Tonight is the party for Angela and Keith's wedding, so hopefully tomorrow won't be too painful. I'm inclined to at least try and take it easy, but I've tried and failed before with "Team Sydney," so we'll just have to see how we go.

October 1, 2004

Sleepless

Personally, I've already voted. But that has not changed the fact that I have been oddly compelled -- obsessed, if you will -- to live and die with the campaign on a daily basis. I've been frustrated at a deep and gutteral level by the inability of John Kerry to clearly communicate why it's important for him to be the next president. I read about 16 political blogs a day, my spirits rising or falling with the latest polls, the latest encouraging news from Salon.com's War Room (premium), or the latest depressing angle from Slate's Mickey Kaus.

So when I woke up at about 4:30 this morning, just as the presidential debate was finishing and the commentary was beginning, it was pretty clear I wasn't going back to sleep. Thankfully I had set the TiVo to record it, so my 4:45-6:15 am time slot was all-debate.

And now, reading the same blogs, it looks like the early consensus agrees with my assessment. Even Kaus, whose "anti-cocooning" crusade frequently leaves him with little positive to say about the current state of the Kerry campaign, says Kerry won.

So I'm going to savour this moment, which no doubt will be brief. Because it takes at least overnight for the Bush campaign to figure out how to turn this "loss" to its advantage, and I have no doubt they will.

Grrrrrrrr.