Oh, it’s nice to be able to post again, even if it’s only a quick link between reading proofs for Saturday’s issue.
If you’re not watching Random Pixel, you really should be. It’s an inspired idea: take a disposable camera, give it out to a random stranger and let it circulate, with instructions to post it back to the guy who gave it out when it’s full.
[via Population One]
Thanks to some help from Easily, my web hosts, the site is up and running again.
I’m far too tired to post anything this evening, and too tired to fix all the missing content from the sidebar on the left. Everything else seems to be working, though, which is a relief.
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Today, I went hunting. You see, I’ve been following Mr Micklethwait’s Billion Monkeys Project closely, and a very fine idea it is, too. As I was looking at his latest image, though, something struck me. There was something missing from his images, something utterly redolent of the digital age.
And so, I took myself off to the prime hunting ground for digital monkey, Trafalgar Square, found myself a good vantage point and prepared my weapon. Hunting was good, as the images below show you:
However, I still hadn’t found the monkey I was looking for. Oh, I saw one in the distance, but it was far out of range, alas.
Finally, though, just as I was about to give the whole expedition up as a bad job, and head for Charing Cross, I found her. The lady that represents the modern digital monkey, adopting the Digital Monkey Method of picture taking:
My hunt was over. My trophies are here.
While I’ve enjoyed reading about baby Zoe’s developing life in Karl & Lizzie‘s blogs, I have on occasions felt sorry for her. After all, the whole of her babyhood has been chronicled online in a way that just wasn’t possible while we were young.
It appears that I wasn’t the first to have this thought. The article mashes together two concerns: that the child will humiliated later in life when friends or employers discover the blog, and that paedophiles will discover the site. The latter issue is a serious one, but one that is rapidly turning into the witch hunt for our age. As for the former, I suspect that our children will have a very different take on this than we do. They’ll be familiar with the internet soon after they learn to read. They’re likely to live in a world of pervasive recording equipment, as mobile phones carry better and better digital still and video capabilities.
We’re attempt to gauge their possible reactions by our rather limited perspective. Could it be that kids without childhood blogs will be embarrassed by the lack of parental interest?
I blundered across Skyscraper News UK while fact-checking the latest issue of GRID. It collects information (and seems to positively support) new skyscrapers in the UK. It’s the sort of site Mr Micklethwait would probably approve of, in fact. He loves landmarks.
The Today programme on Radio 4 announced that the Confederation of British Industry is complaining that the Government’s rather arbitrary target of getting 50% of kids into university was bleeding the economy dry of skilled manual trades, and recommends that more go into apprenticeships.
The government’s reply was “competitive economies are increasing their numbers in higher education, and we can’t afford to be left behind”.
The only possible reply to that is: “Tony, just because all your competitor economies stick their heads in the gas oven, does that mean you should?”
Personally, I was too busy trying to figure out a way around the road block so I could get to church to take any pics.
Look! A pretty rustic field! Lord, I wish I was back there:
While I was away a new round of blogging v journalism kicked off. I do have something I want to say on the subject, but the fact that the majority of our press seems to feel that the possibility that a famous footballer married to a famous pop star (no, I’m not giving the publicity-hungry duo a name check) might have been playing away with an equally fame-hungry PA is news is making me too depressed about my profession to write about it now.
Maybe in a few days.