Radio Silence

The radio silence over the past week was largely due to an intense bout of work on, a new website we launched today.

Since 1996 I’ve been working with Yankee Publishing in Dublin, NH on their web efforts. We started with and later came, the website of The Old Farmer’s Almanac.

Today’s launch is the culmination of almost a year of work by a team inside Yankee along with our Reinvented operatives. We’ve been working 18 hours days for the past week to get it ready for today’s launch, and everyone’s happy (if exhausted) to see it launch.

You’re welcome to drop by for a visit.

And More Instant

It seems everything in Boston is automated now. I went to and ordered a ticket for The Bourne Identity. Then I walked over to the theatre and tuck my credit card in a kiosk in the lobby and out popped my ticket. 49.2 seconds.


Check-in procedure at my Boston hotel: insert credit card. Wait. Receive receipt and key card. Time from walking in the door to walking in the room: 37 seconds. Impressive.


I had avoided seeing the movie Frequency for a long time. Although I came close several times, both in theatres and standing in front of the DVD rack, there was always something in the back of my mind that associated the film with duds like The Rocketeer and Fearless.

Well, last night, with the free digital period on our Eastlink about to run out, I took the plunge.

I like smart movies with a tricky plot. I loved The Spanish Prisoner, for example. Frequency doesn’t quite rise to this level, but the premise — basically “son talks to dead father, 30 years in the past, used ham radio tricked out by northern lights” — was clever, and for something this far-fetched it was carried off well. I meant to watch for 10 minutes, then half an hour, and finally stayed up until 3:00 a.m. watching the entire thing.


Just In Tokyo

Just In Tokyo Cover My copy of Just In Tokyo arrived this week, and I’ve read it from cover to cover.

The book is a new travel guidelette from prolific web impresario Justin Hall. Written in much the same style as his web writings about Japan, Hall covers the basics of travel to Tokyo in a quick and entertaining fashion.

It’s a new sort of travel book this: it’s not as ponderous as the travel essays of people like Paul Theroux, not as granola comprehensive as the Lonely Planet books. And it certainly ain’t no Fodors.

The book is more a incomplete practical précis of Tokyo from the perspective of what Hall calls an urban nomad. Which means that you learn about everything from where to find the good “capsule hotels” to how to deal with food that has the consistency “of snot” (one of Hall’s favourite food words).

If you have a passing interest in visiting Tokyo, or even just in understanding more about it through the eyes of someone younger, braver and more sexed than the usual travel writer, this would be a good place to start.