May 312012
 
  • Facebook is recommending people for me to “poke” now.  (For all I know it always did that and I’m only just now noticing.)  Maybe 3 in 5 recommendations are right on, but the other 2 are dudes.  Yeah, that’s weird.
  • I’m having lunch with my favorite teacher today—a very special woman who first touched my life in 1986 and with whom I enjoy a wonderful relationship now.  I might be laughing with her as you read this!
  • I have made friends with Windows Phone 7.  It does what I need it to do, and it never stumped me, even right after I got it.  You know, though, every time I use my Palm TX, I still wonder, a bit wistfully, what PalmOS could have been by now.
  • I spent my very first close-up time with a Prius this week, thanks to a colleague who purchased one and graciously allowed me to drive it waaaaaaaay before the new wore off.  I’m impressed with the rigor of its design.  Everywhere I looked, there was evidence of an intelligent person thinking “what should be happening right here?”
  • Had some Cracker Jack not long ago.  The surprise inside was a mini-bio of Alexander Hamilton.
  • Lea, the boys, and I partook of Percy Jackson & the Olympians:  The Lightning Thief this weekend.  It was fun, if a bit derivative.  Idle web reading revealed a parody of this genre called Benjamin Sniddlegrass and the Cauldron of Penguins.  That’s a great title.
  • Marie Sharp’s Fiery Hot Habanero Pepper Sauce has locked up a slot as a staple at my house.  My new favorite snack is baked Tostitos Scoops filled up with this stuff.  What a fabulous gustatory explosion!
 Posted by at 12:01 am
May 302012
 

Robert Costa takes a look at the possibility this morning.

I still get mail once in a while with Thune’s name on it, because I once sent him a check.  You see, Thune is the South Dakota senator who vanquished the “saddened and disappointed” Tom Daschle—an oxygen thief in a body where it’s rather difficult to distinguish yourself for such.

To be sure, Thune is low-key, but that’s how it’s going to go.  I think part of a best path for the Romney campaign is running against political rock star fatigue, not inviting more of it.  It’s not going to be Nikki Haley or Mike Huckabee, folks.

 Posted by at 7:31 am
May 292012
 

My local newspaper, The Huntsville Times, currently publishes daily.  In a few months, as part of a grand plan involving business decisions and megacorps and what-not, it will publish only Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday, with al.com turning extra super-duper to compensate.

Mostly, I will not notice.  Lea and I have not taken the daily paper in over a decade, and we quit weekend-only maybe five years ago.  That I can recall, I read the paper with any purpose exactly one a year:  on Thanksgiving Day at my mother-in-law’s house.  (I suspect that edition will continue, even though it’s a Thursday paper.)

These changes are upsetting several of my friends and colleagues.  Additionally, I have a few acquaintances, and one close friend’s spouse, who will almost certainly find themselves under- or unemployed as a result.  To be sure, everyone I’m thinking of is a smart and resourceful person, so I’m sure they’ll land on their feet.  Still, I’m sorry for the stress this causes them.

I’m having a hard time understanding the general sadness around this, however.  The end of the traditional newspaper has been one of the most predictable death marches in the history of business.  This place we are has looked possible for 20 years; likely for 10; and certain for 5.

Is this really surprising anyone?

 Posted by at 12:26 am

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