Posts from August 2008

R.E.M setlist Twickenham - 30 August 2008

  • Orange Crush
  • Wake Up Bomb
  • Drive
  • Whats the frequency Kenneth ?
  • I've been high
  • Horse to water
  • Supernatrual Superserious
  • Living well is the best revenge
  • Man on the moon
  • Electrolite
  • Walk unafraid
  • Ignoreland
  • Exhuming Mccarthy
  • Let me in
  • Fall on me
  • Man sized wreath
  • I'm gonna DJ
  • Country Feedback
  • Losing my religion
  • Imitation of life
  • So fast, so numb
  • Bad day
  • The one I love
  • Disturbance At The Heron House
  • Perfect circle
  • The great beyond
  • End of the the world

These songs were played although not necessarily in this order.

I was there. Way back by the corner flag. Sound wasn't brilliant but hearing 'Country Feedback' fulfilled a lifelong ambition. My life is now complete.

Dubious photos. Token #remlondon link for R.E.M tour site.

London calling

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So now the whole world knows what living in London is really like.

Clamouring with a crowd of 15 cosmopolitan, wackily dressed people, pushing and shoving trying to get on a red, double decker bus having waited 45 minutes. With some idiot playing Led Zep too loud on his iPod.

Then David Beckham comes along, takes your brand new football and smashes it into the adjacent park and some bastard nicks it.

twitter killed the blogging star

I have tried many times, in many different places, to articluate the idea that micro-blogging reduces ones blogging output but Russell Beattie completely expresses my thoughts on the subject in this brilliant article.

'Tweeting totally takes away that blogging urge from me... Once I tweet about something, it's like it disappears from my mind completely.'

I can completely identify with this statement and another sentence also struck a resounding chord with me:

'Tweets have no archival value of any sort'

I think this is so true. Occasionally, I may dig up an old blog post to refer to. Why sometimes, in a lonely hotel room, I may even just scan my blog archives - just for my own enjoyment.

However, I never, ever revisit any of my inane drivel posted on Twitter, Jaiku or even identi.ca. As I once (apparently) remarked to Michael...

I used to enjoy blogging a lot more and I actually have a couple of humourous blog articles that I am genuinely quite fond - no more than that - proud of.

Twitter is just the ultimate in 'disposable' blogging. All that crap posted from Heathrow T5 just fills my time in. It's hardly earth shattering, is it ? God - I can't remember any of those stupid tweets (apart from the lads in Yellow Lurex suits that was pretty funny) let alone be proud of all those throwaway one-liners.

That's not to say micro-blogging doesn't have a place or isn't valuable, merely that proper, grown up blogging has more value and longevity which makes perfect sense. The more you put in, the more you get out.

Irish marketing

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This commercial free Bank Holiday Monday is brought to you by Magners. - Virgin Radio (25 August 2008)

Well it may have fooled some of the listeners but it certainly didnt fool me.

knowing me, knowing you

[ This post also had working titles of Friends, bloggers and countrymen and anti-social networking. ]

A few weeks ago, a gentleman called WaveyDavey001 was kind enough to invite me to participate in a Fantasy Football League.

Rather rudely, I attempted to invite several of my friends into the same League so I only needed to manage one team. WaveyDavey001 politely agreed with the caveat; 'I'd like to vaguely know most (of them)'.

This innocuous, throwaway comment started me thinking about the nature of relationships on all these social networks.

WaveyDavey001 only 'knows' me from Jaiku. He knows I support Manchester United and knows I like football. Therefore, just like any clever marketeer, he knew it was possible I might be interested in a Fantasy League.

The only biographical details I have published on Jaiku are that I am from 'London, near England'. I also publish an avatar on all social networks but this is merely a picture of Alan Partridge dressed up as a drug crazed zombie, caked in flour. This often leads to disappointment when people meet me in the flesh.

If you followed my various online presences for a period of time and/or trawled through the archives, you could probably gather lots more information about me (where I live, who I work for, my age, my marital status, my full name) but that would just make you a stalker and I could get a restraining order.

Now Michael C Harris maintains that every single utterance on Jaiku, Twitter, identi.ca, FriendFeed (et al) is divulging information about me - my interests (football, music, tennis, software, blogging etc), my attitude, my sense of, err, humour, and, of course, he's absolutely right. Michael sums it up succinctly in this related post: 'The body of tweets is indicative.'

I have encountered various, interesting, humourous, friendly, helpful people since I started blogging three years ago and yet I still really struggle with what to call these people - friends, mates or blogging acquaintances.

A long time ago, one of my earliest and longest standing blogging acquaintances, engtech, made a comment on a blog where he referred to me as a 'friend' and I was genuinely quite taken aback.

I have never met most of my 'blogging acquaintances' in person. I haven't spoken with most of my 'blogging acquaintances'. I don't know what most of my 'blogging acquaintances' actually look like.

To me, a friend is someone you have met in person and shared a pint with. A friend is someone you could rely on.

I suspect the social networking equivalent of 'sharing a pint' would probably be Instant Messaging. Most of my relationships start with comments on blogs and may subsequently develop into email contact and occasionally conversations on IM.

And the point of all this ? Well - I'm not too sure but this post has been gathering dust in the dark recesses of my mind and hogging an entry in 'Drafts' for far too long. Plus the Partridge-esque title was simply too good to resist.

What do you call your blogging acquaintances ? Is my attitude to 'friends' simply typical British self-reserve ? Or am I a tortured soul prone to over analysis and introspection ?

in praise of Disqus

Disqus recently released a update which includes the ability to export comments on a WordPress blog so I have just exported all historic comments left on this blog (when it was running WordPress) into Disqus.

This operation was slightly complicated because this blog now uses Habari but the necessary steps were:

  1. Download and install the new Disqus 2.0 plugin for Wordpress.
  2. Delete all obvious spam so the export only processes genuine comments and runs faster.
  3. Switch the archived WordPress copy of the blog back to the original location.
  4. Export all comments from WordPress into Disqus.
  5. Claim comments left by myself using an alternative email address before I had even heard about Disqus.
  6. Wrap the WordPress blog in cling-film, label and place back into cryogenic storage.
  7. Reinstate the Habari blog.

However, because I am pretty stupid and overly hasty, inevitably I omitted step 3. This meant that while all comments appeared on the Disqus site, the permalinks to the individual blog articles were incorrect and referenced '/wordpress/' instead of '/blog/'.

As it wasn't obvious how to rectify this issue or perform a selective bulk delete so I could repeat the process, I sent an email to Disqus support explaining the problem and asking for help.

24 minutes later, Jason from Disqus emailed me saying he'd fixed all the URL's.

What a fantastic service. What a fantastic product. What fantastic people.

So now I can put the kettle on and reaquaint myself with 886 comments (including some old friends) that have now been restored to their rightful place.

The only gap that remains is that a relatively small number of comments left on my blog after the Habari migration and prior to the adoption of Disqus are not currently visible. Hopefully, when the Disqus API is fully released, even this may be possible.

Venetian philosophy

Holidays are a time blissfully free of the modern distractions of computers, mobile phones, games consoles, televisions and a time for the family to spend some quality time together and eventually fall out.

Inevitably, this leads to varied, interesting, thought provoking discussions. During the Brightside annual vacation in Venice, the following thorny questions were posed:

  • If you immersed yourself in a foreign country, how long would it take for you to become proficient in the language ?
  • If there was a 15 km stretch of beach resort including hundreds of young people, bars and restaurants in England, how many riot police would be required ?
  • If soldier ants are so damn clever, how come they didn't land on the moon first ?
  • When the bus was forced into that emergency stop, was it the German tourist or the Italian bus driver who screamed 'BASTARD' ?
  • What's the Italian for 'Cornetto' ?
  • If mosquitoes could be trained to attack people with the same blood group, would the bites be rendered harmless ?