“No more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches”

My dad always says this, and I picked it up from him when I was a baby girl. I started saying it so long ago that I realised tonight that I’d forgotten what pop culture reference is being made here. Google reminded me that it’s from The Andy Griffith Show. I’ve been quoting a black […]

Sniff

Because self-torture is fun, I’ve been trying to think of my favourite sweet, schmaltzy, sad song. I think the Beautiful South’s Prettiest Eyes has to be near the top. (It also carries the shame of being by the Beautiful South, the coolest uncool band in the land. Well, until they broke up.) What’s yours?

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Wishful thinking ahoy

Jeff Jarvis says that, even if everybody doesn’t “get it”* (which the Guardian’s Alan Rusbridger thinks they do):

everybody realizes they have to [innovate].
Jeff’s talking in the context of newspapers, and I dunno, maybe he’s right. Personally, I still know a hell of a lot of newspaper folk who truly don’t realise that they have to […]

Cookie Dominatrix, Part Two

I wrote about Cookie Dominatrix, Part One, here. Cookie Dominatrix, Part Two, is now online. I love when Sandra talks about how she can’t get Tollhouse chocolate chips in her part of Van Nuys, because it’s just such a gringo product, but that in addition to the 99 Cent Store, they now have the 49 […]

Antoine on the democratisation of politics

Patrick Crozier did a podcast of Antoine’s talk last night to the 6/20 gathering. He covered cheque book politics in the US and UK, how the Democrats’ fan base (but not the Democratic party itself) is doing the best job of any political group of making good use of emergent technologies, the illegitimacy of democracy, […]

Landed in LA

I was on what is definitely the newest airplane I’ve ever stepped foot in - imagine a new car smell in an aircraft, with lots of shiny chrome fittings and handles everywhere. (It was a Virgin Atlantic flight.)
The entertainment system on Virgin’s better planes (I’ve been on some which didn’t have it) is excellent. […]

Separated at birth

The Two Harrys (Potter and Enfield):

I’m going to LA for the Oscars

Okay, so I’m going to be watching them on TV at Cathy Seipp’s house, but still! (LA Times opinion editor Matt Welch and Emmanuelle Richard, who will be covering the Oscars for French TV on Sunday, have been kind enough to open up their guest room to me for my visit. I don’t think poor […]

Broken business models old and new

Ice was a fantastic business, for two thousand years… they were probably having conferences like this, talking about ice ponds and straw and shipping routes…Then in 1873 a guy named Perkins invented refrigeration. And your ice business was dead.
Michael Rosenberg, quoted from Doc Searls’ shortterm memory, speaking at the IMA conference in Boston, where people […]

“Living this way I stress less”

We’re going to see Nelly Furtado tonight, which should be…interesting. She’s pretty to look at, that’s for sure. I don’t like Gwyneth Paltrow’s wife (TM Greg Gutfeld) much, but it would be cool if he showed up to perform this song with her, as it’s surprisingly pleasant (though I have to acknowledge that my taste […]

Why Doc Searls doesn’t use “Web 2.0″

When asked a long time ago to define what it meant to me, I said it’s the name we’ll give to the next crash.

An Unquiet Mind

I just read An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison, a professor of psychiatry at Johns Hopkins who suffers from manic-depressive illness (aka bipolar disorder, which Jamison finds something of an unhelpful misnomer). Being an award-winning and highly-respected medical professional - and having tenure - helped free her to write candidly about her disorder, her […]

Video of the day

Old people break my heart, so it’s no surprise that I find this video (via The Daily Gut) awesome. Young@Heart sing Coldplay’s Fix You:

The Man of My Dreams

I hate the chicklit-sounding title (though the author chose it herself and loves it) of Curtis Sittenfeld’s second novel, but my gosh did I love every damn page of this book. I read it in two sittings and teared up at the end, mostly because I was sad that the book was over for me. […]