: Pretty cool: The University of Giessen in Germany has a Center for Interactive Media. And it’s having a conference. One session: “What comes after the death of newspapers?” (all in German)
Posts from October 2003
Everything old is old again
: I’m signing up for Napster; I click on rock; it touts music “just added” — Simon & Garfunkle, John Prine, Elvis Presley, Elton John, and The Who. Wow. Napster was gone for longer than I thought.
: I’m back from my confab. Blogging later. Getting high-speed again feels like getting air again.
The manly phone
: Howard Stern has my phone, which means that I now have the hip phone. He was showing off his new Treo 600 to the gang this morning. He takes a picture so we can all hear the neat sound it makes. He is proud.
And this leads to a game of phoneupsmanship with Crazy Cabbie, the overnight guy.
Howard says his phone is the best. Cabbie says his phone and the next one he’s getting are better.
Howard shows off a picture of his girlfriend in her panties on his phone.
Cabbie shows off pictures of his naked girlfriend on his phone.
: This is so much better than my last phone. I used to carry the sleek, incredibly thin, silver Sanyo 6000. When I got it, two years ago, a friend of mine played phoneupsmanship when I brought it out and put it on the table for all to admire.
“Hmmmmph,” he grunted. “Do they make one of those for guys?”
Well, I now have the manly phone.
It’s the peace, stupid
: If we don’t win the peace in Iraq, we will lose the war.
The World Trade Center
: The Port Authority has announced that the World Trade Center PATH station will reopen on Nov. 23. The same train that was the last to go there — the train I was on — will be the first to go there again.
I want to be on that train. Oh, how I want to be on that train.
: They have also announced that finalists for the memorial competition will be announced by Nov. 17. As soon as they are announced and all of us contestants are freed from our silence, I will put up my entry here.
: Tonight, I sat with a table of very nice people at a journalism confab and quite to my surprise, 9/11 came up and I ended up telling my story again. It’s always hard, but still gratifying to talk about it.
I went to dinner off-kilter for many reasons and talking about this with people who cared oddly helped.
Every day brings another reminder: Life has changed.
When the audience advertises to itself
: There’s an old rule about preaching a sermon that advises: Tell them what you’re going to tell them… Tell them… Then tell them what you’ve told them.
Now marketing — particularly and led by political marketing — is twisting that 180 degrees in this age of me media: We’ll ask you what you want to hear…. You’ll tell us what you want to hear… Then we’ll have you tell yourselves what you want to hear.
At Bloggercon, the DNC said the use weblogs and interactivity to hear voters tell the party what the party already believes so the party can then turn around and convince more voters of this belief using voters’ words.
Yesterday, many of us reported on MoveOn’s contest to have the audience create Bush-smashing commercials to play to the audience to smash Bush.
What goes around comes around in whole new ways.