The other just launched a totally awesome iPhone app. It features a panda in a bib. And makes it possible for anyone, regardless of language skills, to navigate Chinese menus and restaurant interactions like a pro. Here's a song one of them recorded a few months ago. Anyone want to guess which one?
Evolution, through the eyes of a metaphorically inclined computer programmer:
Old age
is a feature, not a bug. With less turn-over it would be difficult to
life as a whole to adapt to changing environment. It has drawbacks as
knowledge lost by the dead individual. Advanced life forms overcome
that with culture. Earlier simpler life forms probably lacked the aging feature, and were superseded by others who had it.
Thank you, Wiley, for passing that along. Your ability to stay current with the Slashdot comments is both a mystery and an inspiration.
Wiley: Have I shared this with you? The Secret saved my life! me: you have not Wiley:I've heard it described as the best customer review on amazong, ever me: wow ok i'll read
I did read. And I laughed. And Amazon(g) gets big props for leaving it on their site. They could easily have taken it down. Maybe should have. But definitely shouldn't have.
My sister, my uncle Zach, and I just made plans to watch The Last Waltz sometime in the next week.
And I'll be surprised if I don't always remember this song as one that I only fully discovered after it made an accidental introduction from my left-behind iPod.
I don't know when or how The Band released this version of Get Up Jake, and, since the internets aren't giving me easy answers, I'll leave it at that.
Tell me this guy wouldn't make an awesome video blogger?
He scours the Chinese newspapers, translates a choice snippet or two, throws on the aviators, pushes record, and talks about economic development, transparency, the party line, and translation.
After a day of DjangoCon and an evening of storytelling with a NASA sysadmin and a dangerously dressed Silicon Valley lawyer (who may or may not have been joking when she told us she likes heroin in moderation), Wiley and I started talking about politics, The Carrot Project, and the book he's reading.
He read me this excerpt about The Final Call (a newspaper published by the Nation of Islam), an attempt to change consumer behavior, and the realities of market economics:
The paper also carried a health section, complete with Minister Farrakhan's pork-free recipes; advertisements for minister Farrakhan's speeches on videocassette (VISA or MasterCard accepted); and promotions for a line of toiletries - toothpaste and the like - that the Nation had launched under the brand name POWER, part of a strategy to encourage blacks to keep their money within their own community.
After a time, the ads for POWER products grew less prominent in The Final Call; it seems that many who enjoyed Minister Farrakhan's speeches continued to brush their teeth with Crest. That the POWER campaign sputtered said something about the difficulty that faced any black business - the barriers to entry, the lack of finance, the leg up that your competitors possessed after having kept you out of the game for over three hundred years.
But I suspected that it also reflected the inevitable tension that arose when Minister Farrakhan's message was reduced to the mundane realities of buying toothpaste. I tried to imagine POWER's product manager looking over his sales projections. He might briefly wonder whether it made sense to distribute the brand in national supermarket chains where blacks preferred to shop. If he rejected that idea, he might consider whether any black-owned supermarket trying to compete against the national chains could afford to give shelf space to a product that guaranteed to alienate potential white customers. Would black consumers buy toothpaste through the mail? And what of the likelihood that the cheapest supplier of whatever it was that went into making toothpaste was white?
Wiley has always been worried about this. He thinks it's all about those mundane realities, all about fundamental economics. Farrakhan's message didn't fail because of ideological flaws. The old Buy American campaign didn't fail because of ideological flaws. They failed because of the practical realities of the marketplace.
The Carrot Project has to face that same marketplace. And, in Wiley's opinion, it can't rely on ideology.
And that's fair. And scary.
But it's a challenge we might as well embrace. It's something we think we're addressing, in a preliminary way at least, by featuring main stream brand to main stream brand comparisons, by helping people choose between Crest and Colgate or Pepsi and Coke. Will that be enough? Might it be a source of competitive advantage? Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, it's a challenge to keep in mind.
Another thing to keep in mind is the author of the book Wiley's reading, the man that wrote that passage above. Barack Obama. Not bad for a politician.
When I wrote about DjangoCon the other day, I mentioned PyCon, so I linked to a post I made a few months ago about an email conversation Wiley and I had while he was in Chicago at PyCon this past spring.
In those emails were questions about confidence, doubt, and our ability, as rookies, to build real live production quality websites.
I wrote about the emails, in part, because they reminded me of my theory that we all have both a level of genius capable of creating The Office and a level of ineptitude that could serve as the inspiration for one of its characters. We are all simultaneously Ricky Gervais and David Brent.
A couple of days ago, I watched this video, an animation set to an interview with John Lennon. In 1969, a 14 year old named Jerry Levitan snuck a tape recorder into John's hotel room and convinced John to talk on the record about peace. Apparently John saw a fascinating duality in people too.
When I wrote about closing books and elevated literary moments, I had no intention of making a metaphor. But I think I did. For a certain kind of love, for the overwhelming romantic episodes that teach us what it is to fall.
And, among other things, that makes me wonder about the subconscious. Wonder about Lady Brett Ashley. Wonder how she managed to hijack my brain. How long she'll be in there and what else she'll influence.
When I started pointing this out to Wiley, a man whose ability to forgo romance in favor of dudes and websites is second to none, he immediately suggested the following:
you know what's probably a good antidote for feeling sad about relationships? listening to gangsta rap. Not exactly a turn I expected the conversation to take, and certainly not a piece of advice I'd recommend taking to too closely to heart, but our chat did leave me craving Biggie.
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