Classic Flexidiscs

Felxidisctooothbrush If you’ve met a 10-year-old lately, you may have discovered that most of them have no idea what a vinyl LP is. But when records ruled the world, many of us enjoyed the occasional thin plastic “Flexidisc” found on the backs of cereal boxes, sandwiched into the pages of magazines, given away as promotional materials. One of my fond memories was of a flexi tucked into a copy of Mad Magazine with four different endings — a single starter groove bifurcated into four separate playout grooves near the end of the disc; the path chosen by the needle was determined by circumstances beyond the listener’s control. National Geographic also included Flexis from time to time — sounds of men walking on the moon, or of howler monkeys doing their thing. A flexi you could cut out from the back of a Honeycomb cereal box had a song by the Jackson 5, I remember.

WFMU in New York has a cool collection, and documents some of the funkier flexis as well as some interesting novelty record players like the Mighty Tiny, which I remember a neighbor kid having. You can even hear just how frightening the Mighty Tiny sounded. This “yodeling hankies” oddity is a trip.

Music: James Blood Ulmer :: Moons Shine

False Authority Syndrome

This has been up for years, but it’s new to me. Turns out that Mr. Ed the Talking Horse (“I didn’t go to college, but I’m not stupid!”) was in fact played by a zebra. Due to peculiarities in the way black-and-white film works under studio lights, his stripes were nearly invisible. And because zebras are smaller than horses, the producers had to construct special sets to elevate him to horse-height.

Seems almost unbelievable, but no less an authority than Snopes.com has the dirt. Snopes’ does such a great service to the Internet dispelling the endless rumors and half-truths that float around, they should get some kind of award. They always do good homework. Some good ancillary information at the bottom of that page too.

And once again, I’m amazed by the accidental thematic connection between the titles of songs I’m currently listening to and whatever I’m writing about at the moment.

Thanks Mal and Mark

Music: John Coltrane :: Good Bait

Hallelujah, the Mac Is Back

A good read at Salon about less-obvious aspects of the Mac Mini strategy, or more accurately, why the whole Switch campaign didn’t work. About the differences between Mac people and PC people:

Mac people love their computers on a personal, emotional level. Windows people, on the other hand, prefer to think of their machines as office tools, gadgets no more special than the stapler. Windows users don’t expect much in the way of quality, beauty or elegance from their machines; if they did, they’d be Mac people.

and:

You do your taxes on your PC. You pay homage to John Coltrane on your iPod.

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Mad Scientist

We’re scrambling to leave the house this morning, and the phone rings. I take the call on my shoulder, while pulling on shoes, then hear Miles in the kitchen: “Mommmm-eeee, heeelllp!” Mommy’s indisposed, better investigate. I hop in on one foot. The mad scientist is holding a coffee drip cone (the plastic kind with holes along the bottom) up to the filtered water dispenser that sits on the kitchen counter. He’s opened the valve but doesn’t know how to close it. Water is overflowing the cone, pouring out the holes, and running down his arm into his shirt. A gallon of water covers the kitchen floor.

… and I know we’re genetically linked because yesterday while we were out “playing soccer” he circled the bases of the baseball diamond backwards.

Yup, that’s my boy!

Music: Orchestra Baobab :: Sibou Odia

Leon Live

Went with friends to see the Kings of Leon at Slim’s tonight. Totally jamming Tennessee rock by a band of stringy-haired brothers (and one bearded cousin — the drummer, of course). Solid, enjoyable, but not quite the “magical” experience I had heard that their live shows can be.

We had set ourselves a question at the start of the night: Are these guys for real, or some kind of Spinal Tap for down-home rock? There’s something slightly unbelievable about them, hard to put your finger on. Something in their image that seems … overly intentional. Like they’re trying too hard to be from Tennessee or something. If you believe their biography, the Kings are the sons of an alcoholic preacher man. Sounds too good to be true. But then again, life is strange. At the end of the night, I’m still not sure, but am inclined to agree with Eggers that these guys are for real.

Just bummed the show was way short, and that I didn’t get to hear that track with the kick-ass yodeling.

Music: Fela Kuti :: You No Go Die… Unless

Eat the Hell Out of It

Before Unix security class last night, waiting for dinner in a fast-food joint, a middle-aged man with an embarrassing pony tail and army boots is striding toward the counter, cramming bites of cheeseburger into his mouth as fast as he can. By the time he gets the attention of an employee, he’s eaten half the burger. He thrust the remains out at arm’s length, in the face of the unfortunate worker. Mouth half-full of food, he barked: “No cheese! Just a Jumbo Jack, no onions, no cheese. Just a plain Jumbo Jack!” The worker stared at him, said nothing, gave him one.

As J.R. Bob Dobbs said, “Don’t just eat a hamburger. Eat the hell out of it.” Somehow I don’t think this is what he meant.

People.

Music: Caetano Veloso :: Meia-Lua Inteira (Full Half Moon)

Open the Archives!

Interesting discussion on why the charge model that so many major newspapers have been using for years is backwards: Providing free access to the last 30 days’ worth of material, then charging you to access the archives. We normally regard old news as being of limited value. “Yesterday’s news is tomorrow’s fish and chip paper.” Or bird cage lining. A charge model in line with our normal view of the value of old vs. new news would turn that around.

The problem with the NYT’s system is that it ensures that the Times can’t be the paper of record any longer, because even if a thousand bloggers point to a great article on the day it comes out, thirty days later it will be invisible to the 99.999 percent of the Web who won’t pay for access to fishwrap, no matter how interesting.

Wired suggests the reason for the inversion is to protect the value of Lexis-Nexis, but I’m not sure I buy that. I think newspapers are just doing their best to find a workable business model for the web (still!), but not quite getting it.

Personally, I’m still fond of the multi-tiered Salon model: Give part of the article away for free, let people set up a temporary one-day free membership to gulp all the content they want, and offer two levels of yearly subscription (with or without ads). For the past couple of years, I’ve been motivated enough by Salon’s content to pay the yearly sub (with ads). And their freebies are nice too.

I don’t think publishers need to tear down the paywalls — they just need to figure out the real culture of the web audience, deliver content that’s more compelling than repackaged print copy, and find subscription models that actually motivate.

Music: Sneaker Pimps :: Wasted Early Sunday Morning

Year of the Green Chicken

Just recv’d one of ThinkGeek‘s occasional email newsletters, with an unusually squinchy lede:

Welcome to the January newsletter where we sadly announce that the Year Of The Monkey is about (on 2/9) to be superceded by the Year Of The Rooster (or the year of the Green Chicken if you use the Five-Element Systems). Oh joy. Nothing funnier than a green chicken. In better news, it’s going to be the year 4702 in China so they’ve probably already engineered time travel. Perhaps they can go back in time and change 2005 to the Year Of The Jedi. Patience we must have…

Well, I do use the Five Element system, but why exactly is it the Year of the Green Chicken? Unfortunately, the answer isn’t quite as surreal as I had hoped. But still sounds auspicious to me. Happy Green Chicken, everyone.