Blown up in Iraq

From the Middle Eastern Times:

I was blown up last Tuesday. Luckily I can write about it. Many others who’ve shared the experience can’t. They’re dead, or their bodies and brains are so messed up by shrapnel or concussion they can’t remember the details.

It takes a special kind of person to be a war correspondent. I know three: Jon Landay of McClatchy, Marie Colvin of The Times of London, and Robert W. Worth of the NYTimes. I’m glad I know them — and proud to have worked with the first two early in my career — but I’m even gladder I’m not one of them.
But if you’re going to cover the war in Iraq, and Lord knows we need good coverage, this is a hell of a way to do it.

Gawking OKed by Top NY Court

In a development sure to annoy natives citywide, New York State’s highest court says it’s OK for pedestrians to stand obliviously in the middle of busy intersections and force people to walk around them.
From the NYTimes:

[Judge Carmen Beatrice Ciparek] later added: “Something more than a mere inconvenience of
pedestrians is required to support the charge. Otherwise, any person
who happens to stop on a sidewalk — whether to greet another, to seek
directions or simply to regain one’s bearings — would be subject to
prosecution under this statute.”

And the problem with that is…..?

Maybe they can use one of the leftover crocodiles from the NYC sewers…

Over in the swamps of Jersey, they renamed what was once the Brendan Byrne Arena and was then the Continental Airlines Arena after Izod, the popular leisureware of the 70s and 80s. (The news angle is that someone’s suggesting that the building will be more valuable, not less, when there are no pesky tenants left.
But look at the photo. All the place needs now is one of those little crocodiles that adorned the Izod shirts, and the look will be perfect. (I’d even forgo the pink or green color. So not Jersey.)
And yes, I know that the croc was because of the long-standing and now-ended licensing deal with Henri Lacoste, the tennis player. Gimme a break.

Google buys GrandCentral. Is this a good thing?

When I was writing the FierceVoIP newsletter, I met the founders of GrandCentral. I’d been looking for a service like this for decades: a single phone number that could find me anywhere. That founders Vincent Paquet and Craig Walker are genuinely nice guys with a social conscience was icing on the cake.

Rumors had been flying for about a week, but the companies announced today that Google bought GrandCentral. Congrats to Craig and Vincent; it’s nice to see good work pay off.

But why did Google want GrandCentral, anyway?

Google’s stated goal is to organize the world’s information. Its ability to do that with textual information worries me not at all, and its ability to do that with mapping and video doesn’t really bother me, either. I’m a little bugged that I’ve given Google permission to follow me around the Web, but I can rationalize that by telling myself that it will help Google help me search.

But GrandCentral, used to its fullest, can associate me with phone numbers I call, phone numbers (and — when they’re in the GC phone book — people and addresses) who call me. GrandCentral stores voicemails; doesn’t Google do voice-to-text transcription, too? And when I pick up an incoming GrandCentral call, Google can then tell where I am at that very moment.

Total Information Awareness, indeed.

Consider that when a company or governmental entity (or, for that matter, a matrimonial lawyer) wants dirt on someone, the first thing they try to do is pull phone records. Phone records are incredibly revealing.

GrandCentral is a great service that can revolutionize the way you use your phone. But Google’s owning it just kind of creeps me out. Maybe some things are better left unorganized.

The Perils of Food Journalism

So it seems that a carry-on bag belonging to a writer for Saveur magazine caused authorities to shut down the Tallahassee airport.
The bag has audio and video equipment, honey, an oyster shell, and rub. Somehow, a screener mistook all this for something far more sinister.
As a freelance writer, I especially like this graf:

Coleman had come to Tallahassee to visit his parents, who live here, and do a story on the food of nearby Apalachicola, Florida’s oyster capital.

Nothing like getting to write off a visit to the folks…

It Pays to Advertise

From today’s NYPost:

Police arrested a Manhattan subway flasher after one of his grossed-out victims gave officers an Internet address that was emblazoned on the back of his jacket – and busted him when they found X-rated pictures of him on the site.

The paper tastefully doesn’t give the URL. One wonders if it was on MySpace, which is owned by Rupert Murdoch, as is the Post.

Digital TV Business Models Emerging

Every time the RIAA or MPAA file a lawsuit, they’re only proving their intellectual bankruptcy. You sue to protect your rights when you haven’t figured out any other way to make money. The TV networks and TiVO this week are looking like they’re smarter than the movie or record businesses.

When YouTube made stars out of SNL’s Andy Samberg and Chris Parnell by carrying the show’s wonderful "Lazy Sunday" clip, NBC threatened a lawsuit, never mind the spectacular publicity bump for the net and the show. Now, well aware of YouTube’s buzz-making power, NBC’s cutting a deal that will let put ads for NBC on YouTube and let the site carry NBC promos. The network continues to threaten Bolt.com for doing the same thing as YouTube. From the WSJ:

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I Just Can’t See Cronkite Saying “Sneezles”

Leaving aside the fact that the idea of “one-day potty training” is, well, so much ca-ca, this clip from Good Morning America illustrates just how sexist people are being about Katie Couric taking over the CBS Evening News.
If Charles Gibson, who himself just ascended to the anchor chair at ABC, gets off scot-free for this piece, no one can reasonbly complain about Couric’s gravitas.
Cute kid, though. And you’ve gotta love the crew’s reaction at the end.

The Mile-High Club, or “Snakes on a Plane” has got nothing on this

From the AP, via the NYTimes:
A guy got on a JetBlue red-eye from San Juan to Newark with a couple of undeclared lovebirds in his carry-on. (I mean, he didn’t fill out the right form; I don’t know what declarations the lovebirds made.) Sure enough, one of them got out and made a break for it.
It all ended happily, though. The bird was caught and both were impounded until the unnamed passenger — who was not held — finishes the paperwork.

…and Now for the Daring Escape

So the magician David Copperfield and his two lovely assistants were robbed at gunpoint in West Palm Beach. The local newspaper reports that while he has a gun on him, Copperfield

pulled out all of his pockets for Riley to see he had nothing, even though he had a cellphone, passport and wallet stuffed in them.
“Call it reverse pickpocketing,” Copperfield said.

He probably was going to make the two of clubs jump out of the guy’s ear while he was at it.
The perps were caught about 10 minutes later.