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CSI: Roller Derby Ringtone Unit

About all the TV I see these days is in hotel rooms when I'm travelling on business.  Like now.  I'm watching CSI as they do forensic analysis on ROLLER DERBY SKATES.  Yes, an on rink roller derby death is apparently the focus of tonight's investigation.  But WAIT there's a twist.  As Corinne once pointed out about police procedurals: "You know, I FIGURED OUT that it's NEVER the first suspect who's guilty." I love Corinne.

Oh, now the plot has shifted from "Helly on Wheels" as the culprit to--wait for it--a DRUG DEATH.

But it's not this ripped from the pages of Joygantic (or Tin Foil Hat) plot setup that has me tuned into CSI.  Nope, I'm waiting for the ringtone product placement.  Yup, that's right, at somepoint in the episode a cop's phone is going to ring and play a song prompting the cop's partner to ask "What's that" to which the reply will be something along the lines of "Why that's my new Coldplay ringtone 'Talk'".  We'll see how smoothly that gets worked in. And then, I will be prompted to buy my own version of the ringtone by texting some five digit short code.  It will probably only cost me $2.50.

I heard the CBS mobile guru explain all this today in LA at DEMEXPO. Welcome to the world of integrated marketing.

Update: I have to test this stuff out, it's part of the job, but my phone is "currently not supported" so no ringtone for me.  Wow, that was a disappointing consumer experience. Oh, and the portrayal of Roller Derby--a league run by a guy, with lazy skaters who need to be disciplined to lose weight--is just cringe-worthy.

Attention Networks v. Social Networks

Another short bit of insight from danah boyd that makes my mental gears spins.  I love how she does that.  danah, btw is in my attention network, but not my social network.

A Jumble of Things

Ah, the crutch of the busy or lazy blogger is the bulleted list and tonight I'm fully a member of that club (the former I think).  I've been composing some more substantive/interesting/moving/introspective/meaningful items but none are ready for consumption. What I've been up to, if this of interest, is:

Monorails Collide

 

Crap, the Monorails collided.  This is what I saw.

Tidying Up . . .

Vegetable Soup

I've been on a culinary roll.  I used to cook just about every meal I ate.  Nowadays I cook, in a good week, three meals.  That's ridiculous.  My over consumption of plastic take-out food containers should alone guarantee a condo in hell overlooking a lake of fire.

If I'm to gain any sort of redemption perhaps it will come from my kickass vegetable soup.  I made my third batch of the season this weekend.  It took 15-20 minutes of actual kitchen work and is the osmotic result of reading cookbooks before I go to bed, understanding technique, and having loved to cook for <gulp> nearly thirty years.  Here's how I make it.

Should I Be Afraid?

Since we rebooted our home ReFi plan, I figured I'd checkout the folks online who do this.  If the Internet can be so helpful in so many other parts of my life, why not here, right? Within six hours I received email pings from four lenders, but haven't had time to followup.  About five minutes ago I replied to one of them and thanked him for the quick response, telling him I will try and call tomorrow, and I received, like, immediately, this:

Mark:

You're welcome.  Thank YOU for getting back to me.  I NEVER leave my computer.

Regards,

I sort of want to send him an email and say, you know, you MIGHT want to think about turning your computer OFF for just a LITTLE while.

The Amazing Ms. Dia!

I pinch myself each morning.

I've worked myself--through a combination of fortune and effort--into the most beautiful relationship I could imagine.  Oh it's not perfect. You read about NASA and how that space equipment has tolerances of a fraction of a millimeter and oggle at that sort of perfection.  But relationships aren't rocket science.

I am so imperfect it would make a NASA engineer keel over in cardiac arrest.  I am interesting, insightful, overweight, fucked up, funny, polite, irreverent, introspective, brilliant, charming, messy, ambitious, slacking, gorgeous, balding, ugly, and so on and so on.  I embody the human experience, which is not a boast. I can't help it; I'm just human.

And Dia is equally human (though not balding). She's beautiful.  She's got the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met. And she understands my humanity and hers and the fact that we're not engineered to NASA tolerance.

We've been creating this life together for a dozen years and it's been, and continues to be: filled with adventure, beautiful people, kindness, interesting things, compassion, and lots of love. 

Oh, and today's her birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!*

*A futile gesture since she doesn't read Joygantic regularly, she's too busy living the first draft!

Happy Birthday Joyce!

Here's wishing my delightful, accomplished and kinky friend Joyce the happiest of birthdays.  All of these freaks in my life keep getting older, which I think is just wonderful.

I'll Never Make Fun of Band Geeks Again

Catching up on weekend discoveries . . .

The 25 year old supervisor of the  Minnetonka High School Percussion Ensemble, being a fan of DJ Shadow's most excellent album "Entroducing," scores a couple of songs for  his charges and they perform the piece live. Awesome. I wish there was an MP3 version of the audio. It reminds me of another attempt to turn an electronic album into an acoustic performance: Bang on a Can's exquisite version of Brian Eno's Music for Airports.

via Waxy