Saturday, April 30, 2005
Friday, April 29, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Cats in Odd Places thriving...
Have been evangelising about Flickr... It is truly addictive. At this conference I saw some really cool stuff on audiophotos, where people add audio - whether it be in soundseeing form or explanation form - to images. It then becomes a much more evocative artifact. Hoping Flickr will let people do this soon, if Yahoo have the foresight to think about it now it has bought Flickr.
My Cats in Odd Places group is doing well and it seems to cheer people up and put a smile on faces. It certainly puts one on mine every morning when I check the feed. Thirty-seven cats in very strange places there now. Check 'em out.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
This is a fantastic use of Flickr's API to create a flash tag browser. It neatly tiles all the Cat tagged pictures, for instance, then shows related tags around the main window - nice flash. Try it.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
Please tell me this is not true.
(Image: Time & Life Pictures - Rights-managed) My use is for editorial use only.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
The Alien scenario where they sleep through their space travelling is getting closer folks. Not sure I would want to be sent into deep sleep with the smell of rotten eggs however.
Talking of sleep I had one of the worst sleeps last night. You know the ones where you know you must be asleep, yet you feel awake all night? Very sweaty too.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Earth's gravity may lure deadly asteroid - Britain - Times Online
Yikes. Better get saving for those Virgin Galactic flights. Or better still just get really really pally with Burt Rutan.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Is this not the most politically incorrect headline you have ever seen?
Dzid behind the screen
But the Lifeless Faces one is about finding faces in inanimate objects. I am always finding faces in things. Then I start smiling at the faces or feeling sorry for them when their noses are grabbed by filthy hands. It helps those stare trances one sometimes gets into.
I'll buy one when there is a model that is shiny and waterproof for the shower. Oh and it would be cool to have a waterproof touch screen on it too so I can browse the web .
In Ye Olden Dayes people - well witches - looked for cats in the stars. Might try it. We have a nice garden. Neighbours might think we are barmy.
This is what Space.com says:
Not too many people are aware of the term "Cat Nights," which goes back to
the days when people believed in witches. Old Irish legends have it that a witch
could turn herself into a black cat eight times, but on the ninth time she
couldn't change back. Supposedly, this is where we get the saying, "A cat has
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Another amusing feline attempt at sitting like a human.
I have just set up a new Flickr group called Cats in Odd Places by the way. I see so many cat pictures of cats where they are sitting in all manner of strange objects. Thought it would be amusing to set up a pool of them.
The BlogHer conference is being organised right now. It think this session would be interesting. Some say what is the point of having a conference that is for women and their experiences - although men of course are invited too - when these issues affect us all. Well, sometimes women do have something different to say about things but rarely get a chance to share those thoughts with other women. I dunno. Would be interesting to see how constructive an event is really is.
I was the subject of not so much a flame, but a slightly slanderous personal comment on my professional responsibilities recently. Pissed me off highly. It was totally untrue and really quite petty.
I worry about this kind of thing, even though I admire the technology. Kids need a degree of freedom and really they need to learn about risks rather than always be sheltered from them through technology that invades their right to privacy.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I don't like Mondays...
Cheap and chic
Bless them. I really want a robotic cat when I am old and lonely and have no one around me to talk to me. In fact, I want one now.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Lovin' the cat.
Eek. Tony Blackburn and Paul Gambaccini, two old British DJs, are "doing podcasts" for sale.
Their outfit, Podshows, is sadly too similar to Adam Curry and Ron Bloom's Posdshow. I wonder what Adam and Ron will have to say about it when they see this.
Maybe they knew about it and don't care that you have two too similar outfits doing similar things.
My worry , however, is more to do with the concept of paying for radio content. What can you thn do with it? Why should I pay for radio? What key different thing am I paying for?
Secondly, I worry that this will be the M&S white knicker, safe, reliable shopping experience for podcasts that the majority of Brits will first come across. It is like the whole world falling for the hype and buying iPods when there are other very good alternatives. There is a whole world of free podcast content out there. Why don't you go listen to one of those?
If Podshows is going to let you listen some music that is legal on the podcasts, great. But again, why should I pay for that if I can get it on the radio already? They will undoubtedly still need to restrict what you can do with the MP3 file once you have downloaded it.
Anyway, I think podcasting's potential lies more in providing a distribution channel for new, unsigned bands rather than the same tosh commercial radio wants us to hear.
This is an interesting entry on Podcastalley. Looks like Podshows is taking the piss.
Sorry for the long post.
Btw - please excuse the typos in below's post - I usually post from Flickr then edit in Blogger. Blogger is down. Again.
*Very large "privates area" I couldn't help but notice.
Living this cat. Cats that sit like humans just make me guffaw every time.
Spellbound is on telly on Thursday. Really wanted to see that film. Looking forward to it. It is the real-life filmdoc of US kids who take part in those national spell tests that are do big over there.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
I hear mice, people
Now if I just had any history in the States, I could have a go. Since it is only a US thing I can't.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Says We Make Not Art:
The Pitara uses RFID tags. When placed on the personal object, the identifier
can be sensed by a small antenna located in the box, bringing up the images onto
the screen which can be navigated in a sequential fashion via controls on the
box. The pictures can be sorted and organized from the TeleTable, or loaded
directly into the box through a USB connection.
It always reminds me of feminist science fiction I have read and their imagings of a technlogical future. I can't wait.
How I know we need a cat now...
We have mice. Or at least one. This whole owning a flat idea is falling apart. The mouse ran right behind the sofa that I was sitting on. It disappeared into the fireplace. I have now secured the area with rocks and a wooden pipe. Time for some pussy action.
Going to watch 24 now with my feet firmly ON THE SOFA.**
The other hole is blocked by Blugg's stone head.*
*That he carved. Not his actual head.
**I'm not scared or anything.They are dirty city mice not clean country mice. Is that "mousist?"
But I think it is something different to the Creative Archive, which the BBC has made available under Creative Commons agreements. I am sure Blugg did some of these - lizards avoiding explosions and the like...
*Click on the link to actually see the full thing
Shiny Shiny: Tiny hard drive for your laptopNot that impressive considering it is only a 2.5Gb hard drive, but they are shiny and lovely looking and have very nice leather cases with them.*
I am still impressed with my Seagate design award-winning 5Gb hard drive.
*I used to have hello kitty address books that were tiny like that.
Monday, April 04, 2005
I suppose it will give us something to look at instead of staring at the person in front's arse hoping they don't fart. I usually walk up the them anyway.
Hmmm. This survey from the Pew Internet American Life Project, which often does this type of Slice of American Cybercultural Life survey, says that almost a third of those in the US who own digital music players have listened to podcasts. But it only phoned 208 people. Hmm.
Talking of which, here is the latest from Blugg and Doctoe - the aliens who are Ambassadors of Technology. They have MASS the band in session, in their living room/spaceship.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
I mentioned the London Tube in my post below and I linked to Themanwhofellasleep's site which is an amazingly creative website. You can spend hours weaving through his meaderings - poems, sketches, dirty links, bizarre "blog" type entries with the Wombles and the like. Very imaginative but I suspect the guy is a manic depressive.
Or maybe some "artist(e)".
Anyway, I felt compelled to blog about him separately because a) I had the worst tube journey into work in my life today and b) because his tube gossip page is fucking hilarious and I should really read it on the tube to soften my ever increasinly annoyance with fellow travellers.
Today, I actually rapped on the tube carriage window like a 50-year-old headmistress and beckoned as sternly as I could to some young trendy bastard so that he would move down the bloody carriage so that people bunched up like stupid fucking eels at the doors could move along and let others on.
So themanwhofellasleep's tube gossip consists of amusing bits of conversation overheard on his tube travels.
PLEASE READ IT. It is cheek hurtingly funny. If you don't find it as such, you won't like me if we ever met.
We know he is living in Crouch End, so fair to say he takes the same lines as Blugg and I.
I am reading a trashy** Dean Koontz book at the moment - The Bad Place - and there are two twin girl characters who live as one with 26 cats in a dark smelly house.
The way Koontz describes their spooky symbiotic relationship is so spot on and is chilling yet compelling.
*That's what they like you to think anyway.
*I need trash to get me through the hell of the London Tube twice a day four times a week.