Monday, April 4, 2005
Nothing could be finaler
Carolina wins. Chapel Hill must be going nuts right now. I was there for Dean Smith's first national title, back in the early 80s. Michael Jordan, Sam Perkins and James Worthy were all on that team, which beat Georgetown after Fred Brown spaced out and passed the ball to James Worthy, who was totally out of position.
Whatever. It hardly matters now.
What I remember most was naked people, painted blue, hanging from traffic lights, rowdies pulling up trees and carrying them down Franklin Street.
I can't imagine things are that different now.
The win gives me some fuzzies because Carolina's coach, Roy Williams, is an old friend of an old friend I haven't seen in a long time.
I'm guessing she's out celebrating right now too.
Long long tail tale
Need to finish reading It's a Flat World, After All, by Tom Friedman, in yesterday's NYTimes Magazine.
I started, but noticed it's spread across seven Web pages. Looks good, though.
But isn't legislation a panic button?
Some, like my colleague at the Personal Democracy Forum, Michael Bassik are screaming that the legislation would regulate blogs and bloggers. I've read it and I’m not so sure. And as someone who's on record as favoring full disclosure of payments made to anyone during a campaign. If you blog for bucks on behalf of a candidate, you should disclose that. So should the candidate. I'm not going to hit the hysteria button. Not just yet.
Don't we all wish
Hugh: So nice to be part of a business where the usual cultural and marketing bullshit most of us have to hack through on a daily basis is completely irrelevant. Great cartoon today, too.
iTem
And Now for the Next Internet Craze: 'Podcasting'. By Andy Goldberg, in TechNewsWorld, and other news services.
Daylight losing time
Yesterday was the first "spring forward" in about fifty years, that I actually forgot.
Usually I reset something like thirty clocks around the house (the thermostat, the alarm clocks, the stove, the microwave, the VCR, the cars, old Walkmen, watches, the pool control...), walking around with a watch set to WWV, so everything is accurate to the second. It's one of the few Truly Anal things I do in life. It probably goes back to my early obsessions with broadcasting, where time accuracy is a non-negotiable requirement.
But I forgot. And the cascading effects have me up at 12:15am, preparing to drive up to the Bay Area for a pile of events (details later), starting in about 3 hours.
Anyway, another light blogging day, I'm sure.
Meanwhile, I did just post Sowing CoRM over at IT Garage.
Unrelated: after Budget actually came through with the car I wanted — a Ford Focus — the last four times I rented from them, they didn't have one today, and gave me a new Mustang instead.
My kid complained immediately, because a) he couldn't see out of the back seat, owing to the slot-like windows that are now fashionable in the Bulgemobile styling of new Hot Rides; and b) the radio, othewise identical to the Focus's, lacks the ability to play MP3 CDs. Which indeed sucks, 'cuz it won't play the podcasts I've already copied over to CDs for the drive today. The car also features no door pockets that actually hold anything, and remarkably little interior room. But it is a 'stang, and it's red, so I'll have to drive slow so I won't get arrested.