Digital Island, RIP

Longtime readers may recall that the company now known as Reinvented Inc. was once known as Digital Island Inc. Back in 1998, at the height of the dotcom insanity, we sold our identity and our domain name to San Francisco-based Digital Island and reinvented ourselves.

It now appears that that Digital Island has bit the dust as well: good old digitalisland.com is now simply an announcement that the company has been subsumed into Exodus.

So, good-bye Digital Island: it was fun while it lasted.

My Famous Little Brothers

While Brother Mike and I toil away in relative obscurity, Brothers Johnny and Steve are piling on the fame.

Steve is acting as host for CBC Saskatchewan’s after program The Afternoon Edition for the next two weeks. You can listen in live every weekday from 4:00 to 6:00 p.m. Saskatchewan Time (which is 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. Atlantic Time).

Johnny and his fiancee Jodi are famous for their wedding registry adventures. In last week’s Macleans magazine there was an article about registries in which Johnny was quoted as follows:

Johnny Rukavina and Jodi McLellan, getting married in Parksville, B.C., on Aug. 24, were initially wishy-washy about registering, but then common sense and memories of innumerable picnic baskets they’d bought as wedding gifts won out. “Something from the registry may not really be the special dream gift, but it’s also not a picnic basket,” says Rukavina. After registering at the Bay, the couple posted the following on their wedding Web site: “A disclaimer: we are not greedy materialistic fiends hell-bent on acquiring merchandise. We are not hermits who live in the woods and have eschewed all material possessions either.” In the new world of registering, there is a way around everything.
Mike and I will continue to wander along.

Mahler

On Susan Werner’s album Midwestern Saturday Night the title song starts like this:

Thanks for the concert,
It was quite enlightening,
Although Mahler does tend to
make me want to do myself in.
Later on we come to the chorus:
I wanna knit you wool sweaters
with little deer all over
I wanna feed you from my kitchen
‘til your belt feels too tight
I wanna make love ‘til three
and never judge my performance
On a Midwestern Saturday night.
You can read the rest of the lyrics, but it’s a song that is much better when seen live, which I had the opportunity to do last month in New Bedford.

One of the things I lament about living in PEI is that it’s not on any sort of folk music circuit. Which means that as I sit here in Charlottetown tonight I can probably hop in my car and see all manner of fiddling sensations or celtic balladeers, but I have almost no hope of seeing anyone else from North America playing in the folk or roots genre on a regular basis. Folk music is one type of music that’s almost always better seen live, so that’s too bad.

As an aside, I once was forced to write a song called “Stephen Carter Elliott Hates Folk Music” about my friend Stephen (who had to change his last name to avoid association with the song) who, well, hates folk music. I believe it went something like this:

Stephen Carter Elliott hates folk music,
And he doesn’t really know why.
Stephen Carter Elliott hates folk music,
He says it makes him want to die.
As you can see, you need not be in any rush to hear my music played live, or recorded.

Kermit the Frog

You may recall a commerical for the late etailer eToys which involved an instrumental version of the song Somewhere over the Rainbow and a father and son going to the car wash.

This commecial implanted itself in my mind and as a result I somehow feel that it is my fatherly duty to take not-so-wee Oliver to the car wash on a regular basis. Happily, this desire syncs with my obsessive “you have a new car so must wash it regularly” feeling.

In the world of car washes, there are two camps: touch and touchless (although the ‘touch’ camp probably just thinks of themselves as ‘regular’). At the former your car is beaten and brushed by a variety of spinning, flopping, whirling brushes and at the later you car is simply pummelled with water.

The main selling point of the new-style ‘touchless’ car wash is that, as nothing but water touches you car, you are less likely to suffer damage to antennae, side mirrors and other appendages. The old-style regular carwash people appear to maintain that the spinning and whirling results in a better carwash, despite the possibility of maiming.

Oliver and I usually go to the touchless wash, either in Stratford (good wash; poor vacuums) or West Royalty (good wash; never used the vacuums), but tonight we went to the Iriving on St. Peters Road for a bona fide old-style wash and it felt just like the eToys commercial.

If any of my fellow parents want to experience for yourself, this is a good time to do so, as this Irving has the ‘Super’ wash on sale for the same price as the ‘Deluxe,’ a saving of almost two dollars.