Speaking of Island Tel, er, Aliant, they announced their SMS messaging network today with great fanfare. Here’s a clip from their news release:
The service is being marketed to two distinct groups to businesspeople who will likely use text messaging to ease the pressure’ of demands of work and family and to youth who are expected to use the service mainly for making social plans and staying in touch with friends.“Hello Kenneth, it is your youth friend Wil’ chatting. I would like to make some social plans with you for the forenoon. Are you agreeable?”
“Alas William, I am not, as I have alternate social plans with my chums. It is nice to be able to ease the pressure with this technologic marvel, agree you not?”
But perhaps I judge too harshly, for the release continues:
Reports out of the UK also point to an SMS language of abbreviations catching on such as PC (please call) and BCNU (be seeing you) and a resurgence in use of the old telegram favorites such as TTFN (ta ta for now).It is nice to see that the reports from the UK have finally reached Aliant Headquarters in Halifax; I presume they were travelling on the Royal Mail Schooner, which would explain the company’s starry-eyed amazement at this “new phenomenon.”
But I shouldn’t make such fun of my sporting partners so.
Regular readers of this website will realize the irony of the first two Platinum sponsors for the 2002 Senior Women’s Canadian Fastpitch Championship…
Island Tel and Reinvented — working together to develop the Island amateur sport.
The tournament starts on Sunday, August 18; there should be some excellent ball, with the top women from across the country on the field.
I am usually not a fan of the OhHenry bar — if only because of their inane advertising.
But the new “limited edition” OhHenry bar with honey roasted peanuts is dreamy. Something about salt and sugar and peanuts and chocolate is really, really good.
An earlier version of this “limited edition” OhHenry won an award from the Packaging Association of Canada. The designer’s statement was as follows:
The inspiration for this award winning package design came during the client briefing when the bar was described as having an “explosion of honey roasted peanuts.” Working with Hershey’s technical team, we recommended a foil substrait for strongest shelf impact.I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that it is someone’s job to think about things like this — to be excited at the prospect of translating “explosion of honey roasted peanuts” into a yellow panorama of flying peanuts.
Comparing that original design to the one above, I wonder if the client blurted out something like “it’s like a wave of saucy sticky stingy honey bee goodness.”
I thought that Wal-Mart was supposed a “customer connected, always tuned it” kind of retailer, with virtual electrodes tied into the consumer consciousness so that if North America wakes up wanting green peanut butter on Monday morning, they’ll find it at Wal-Mart on Tuesday.
Tonight we went to Wal-Mart to buy a fan for Oliver’s room. We went to Wal-Mart because it was 8:41 p.m. when this need struck us, and we knew Wal-Mart was open later than anywhere else.
Because we shop so little at the store, the layout of Wal-Mart doesn’t exactly make sense to me. I know where the diapers are, and the Oreos, but everything else seems randomly assigned to zones that don’t reflect my stuff classification guidelines.
So we wandered from “small appliances” to “housewares” to “hardware” to “sporting goods” — all possible locations for a fan — until I gave in and asked a clerk.
“No, we don’t have fans,” he said.
“Don’t have them right now, or you don’t carry them at all,” I replied.
“No, we carry them, but they’re out of season right now. Would an air cleaner do?”
It is 11:24 p.m. It is August. It is 22 degrees outside right now, down from almost 30 degrees earlier in the day. If there is a season for fans, this is it.
We drove up the hill to Canadian Tire. We forgot they were open until 9:30, and found them open. They had about 25 varieties of fans in stock running from $12 to $160. We bought a Twindow, our 4th — it’s a well-made dual fan with several speeds and thermostatic control that fits between the window and the sill.
Is this an aberation, or is Wal-Mart not all it’s cracked up to be?
Back in the mid-1990s Catherine Hennesssey was running for mayor. I was a very casual acquaintance of hers at the time, but this was enough to have me drafted to serve on her campaign team, or at least to circle around it curiously.
Somehow it came to pass that Martin Rutte, another friend of Catherine’s, and an author, speaker and consultant of some regard, donated his services to Catherine’s campaign in the form of a workshop for the aforementioned campaign team.
A motley bunch we were, covering most walks and stages of life. We gathered on Water St. in a vacant townhouse on a Saturday morning for the festivities. Although the specific ontological details of the morning are lost to time, the general subject of the seminar concerned identification of personal goals, roadblocks to achieving those goals and finally steps that could be taken to work around or smash through the roadblocks.
I did not do well at this.
Other people did. I remember one participant talking about how she wanted to break into film (she did), another talking about how she wanted a cottage on the shore (she has one now). There was discussion of career and family, love and relations. It was an unusually intimate exercise for people many of whom knew very little of each other.
I maintained that I had no goals. For Martin, trained in the arts of getting ornery or un-self-fulfilled people to discover the hidden goals within themselves, this presented a problem. I could not have no goals, he maintained. I must have roadblocks in the way of my goals in the way of my roadblocks.
He came at me this way, and he came at me that way. I held fast. I was simply being honest: I had no goals. Finally, after 45 minutes of thrust and parry Martin gave up.
He decided to come to terms with the fact that I had no goals. And that was that.
I had cause to think of that morning this afternoon when I called an old friend, out of the blue, to see how he was doing.
Well and not well, he said.
I asked him what he meant.
And he relayed a complicated tale that ended up with anti-anxiety drugs, a daily course of which he is on to this day.
I asked him what this meant for everyday life, and he said the most noticeable side-effect is that he totally lacks ambition. He can operate fine on a day to day basis, but he has no desire to set or strive towards longer term career, work and life goals.
And, he added, he’s more productive, and happier, than he’s been in 20 years.
Maybe he should talk to Martin.
I accidentally discovered musician Kate Rusby, who’s been described as a “Mercury Prize-nominated, flag-waving folk princess.” Think Dougie MacLean plus Tori Amos. You can buy her CD’s at Indigo, at least in Charlottetown. Wonderful voice.
By the way, I couldn’t remember Tori Amos’ name, so I gonged up my brother Johnny and our Jabber chat went like this:
john_rukavina says: hello
peter says: Need a name:
peter says: Female singer/songwriter
peter says: Flaming red hair.
peter says: Plays piano.
john_rukavina says: Bonnie Raitt?
peter says: No, younger.
peter says: More hip.
john_rukavina says: Sarah McLachlan?
peter says: No, American, with bigger lips.
john_rukavina says: Tori Amos?
peter says: Yes. Thanks. oo
john_rukavina says: oo
Everyone should have a brotherly reference source. Between my three brothers, I don’t think there’s any popular culture fact that I can’t find the answer to in 10 minutes.
NetNewsWire is one of those evolutionary pieces of software that you wonder how you ever did without.
It’s a Mac OS X (only) application that lets you organize and browse the wide variety of websites that make their contents (or at least their headlines) available in a format called RSS.
RSS is a standard — in the same way that, say, trailer hitch sizing is a standard — that allows authors and developers of websites to format information in a way which it makes it easy to syndicate. Usually this syndication happens through other websites — Site A might have a list of headlines from Site B, for example.
NetNewsWire reads these “RSS feeds” and displays them in an elegant format that makes it much easier and quicker to navigate through your personal collection of news and views websites.
A screen show demonstrates this better than anything:
NetNewsWire is a well-polished package that’s dead simple to use. Recommended.
From Chuck Shotton comes a link to Cyberextruder which he calls “exactly one other cool piece of technology” (one other in addition to EyeTV, which I also think is very cool).
Here are the top 10 books at Amazon.com containing the word ‘reinvented’ in the title:
Click on any title to order from Amazon.com, our “special bookselling partner.”
An interesting week, as it turns out, on the Clock front.
After I sent out a Communique
on Wednesday to the CBC and The Guardian both picked up the story.
On Wednesday afternoon I did an interview with Dave Stewart from The Guardian and they ran the story in today’s edition (not on the web, alas).
And on Thursday afternoon I met up with Paddy Moore, working for Mainstreet
for a week while on sabattical from his regular gig as online news reporter at CBC Ottawa, and Paddy produced a piece for the afternoon show on Thursday (also not on the web, alas).
Both Paddy and Dave approached the story with good humour, as did Neil Blanchard, area manager for that Bank of Montreal.
The final irony, as Paddy Moore found out, was that Mr. Blanchard had fought for the clock when the BMO was renovating the branch several years ago and head office decided they were getting out of the clock business.
Catherine Hennessey says the situation isn’t over yet and they clock may live to see another day. Here’s hoping.