Wildflower 2
David Pogue: iPhone Review - A great video review, in funny narrative format, from David Pogue of the New York Times—the Apple iPhone. It’s nice to see the iPhone in real settings, without all the digital retouching done on PR photos. It truly is tremendously thin and sleek.
You can get online in a wireless WiFi internet network, which is fast and satisfying, or via AT&T’s cellular internet network, which is slow and horrible.
I really like the style of this video—particularly the crowd chasing him at the end. I’ll have to check out some more of Mr. Pogue’s stuff in the future. From the printed article:
If Verizon’s slogan is, “Can you hear me now?” AT&T’s should be, “I’m losing you.”
Record industry - doomed - The music executives were dinosaurs; therefore, the article concludes, their inability to adapt seems to spell the end of the record industry (emphasis mine):
… many in the industry see the last seven years as a series of botched opportunities. And among the biggest, they say, was the labels’ failure to address online piracy at the beginning by making peace with the first file-sharing service, Napster. “They left billions and billions of dollars on the table by suing Napster — that was the moment that the labels killed themselves,” says Jeff Kwatinetz, CEO of management company the Firm. “The record business had an unbelievable opportunity there. They were all using the same service. It was as if everybody was listening to the same radio station. Then Napster shut down, and all those 30 or 40 million people went to other [file-sharing services].”
(thx, df)
Let’s set aside the cryptic message of the lyrics in my previous post and look to the bare poetry of this one; it’s really really nice. This is a great song. It’s by Syd as in Syd Matters the French musician, not Syd Barrett of Pink Floyd. The name of the song is “Here’s a Love Song.” The previous link is a more produced version than the one I have (I’ve just guitar and singing), but I think you’ll enjoy it, nonetheless. Oh, and the bridge in that linked version is new to me, too. Anyway…
sleeping in saturdays
taking time to get to know your face
breathing in your smell on me
I’m addicted you know to vanilla these days
butterfly kisses and the promise you’ll spend all night this time
I just want to say thank you
for taking a chance on a feeling inside
so here’s a love song for all the times you felt second place
and here’s a love song for all the smiles that come when i see your face
here’s a love song
I walk into the winter night
the city lights take the place of stars in your eyes
I lost the moon again
or I’ll stop looking i guess
when love caught me by surprise
you’re gonna be hard to get over
so I won’t I don’t think for a very long time
and in the summer
I’ll warm your bed if you can promise you’ll warm mine
and here’s a love song for all the times i fell into your eyes
and here’s a love song for all the things you taught me last night
here’s a love song
here’s a love song for all the things that you never said
here’s a love song for the night you left your place at the end of my bed
here’s a love song
I feel that when I’m old
I’ll look at you and know
The world was beautiful
Then you tell me
You say that love goes anywhere
In your darkest time, it’s just enough to know it’s there
Obscure slang: 23 skidoo - “23 skidoo (sometimes 23 skiddoo) is an American slang phrase popularized in the early twentieth century, first appearing before World War I and becoming popular in the Roaring Twenties. It generally refers to leaving quickly. One nuance of the phrase suggests being rushed out by someone else. Another is taking advantage of a propitious opportunity to leave, that is, “getting [out] while the getting’s good.”
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Another source of the term has been rumored to come from the area around the Flat Iron building on 23rd street in NYC. Apparently, winds would swirl around the building and in the roaring 20’s groups of men would gather to watch women walk by with their skirts being blown up by the winds. The police would then ask the men to break-it-up and leave… hence the term 23 skidoo.”
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