I never visit the J-Walk Blog without finding something interesting. Today it was sleevefaces. 
There are hundreds of these. Too many to browse in one sitting and the J-Walk’er picked a couple of good ones. Dog lovers might enjoy this one.
I’m selling I have sold my beloved Marantz PMD660 Digital Recorder. It’s in mint condition, I just want something smaller. You can see all the specs on the 660 here and if you happen to be in the Jefferson City area, I’ll let you take it for a test drive.
The PMD660 sells for between $450-500, and I’m starting at $225. If there are any budding podcasters out there, this would be a good recorder. You can reach me at stevemays@gmail.com.
UPDATE: That didn’t take long. And we have found it a good home with a podcaster who wants to crank out more programs. More on that later.
July 1939. Gordonton, N.C. You really have to see the full-size image (at Shorpy) to appreciate this photo by Dorothea Lange (for the Farm Security Administration). [via J-Walk Blog]
That was the headline of a news release that came in to the Missourinet newsroom this week:
“Circus of the King” is sponsored by Show Me Clowns for Jesus National Conference. Currently the largest ministry clown conference in the world celebrating its 23rd year of training people to use clowning and the creative arts in ministry.
“A big underage drinking party bust on New Year’s Eve in northern Iowa led to a search for dozens of teenagers who fled outside into a blizzard. Kossuth County Sheriff’s deputies say they were called around 11:15 Monday night to a home in Wesley. Officials say the party was at the Mike and Dawn Reimers’ home. Several people ran outside when authorities arrived.
Deputies say some of those people stayed outside for up to two hours. Deputies called in rescue personnel, including three snowmobilers, to help with the search. Authorities think between 60 and 80 underage drinkers were at the party. So far, no charges have been filed in the case.” [RadioIowa.com]
Ah, youth. Reminds me of “No Arrests Made at Private Party Probe”
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I feel like I should do some sort of year end post but I honest to god don’t know what to say. Or even what I think about the past year. The last couple of months are a little blurry and I’m too lazy to scroll my archives to see what happened before that.
I feel the need to make the coming year… different somehow. I have too few vices to give any up. It’s likely I’m already being the best person I’m capable of.
I think I need more real-time communication with friends. More time in meatspace, less time in cyberspace.
I need to spend more time in "now" and less in the past and the future. In a couple of months I’ll have gone zero to 60. That should be a "now" moment.
2007? Really nothing more than some neurons firing back and forth in my head. Imperfect memories at best. 2008? Same deal. Some brain chemistry fiction projected on the inside of my forehead.
To paraphrase the tag line from one of my favorite TV shows, Max Headroom… let’s take the future in 20 minute chunks.
“Now, in an unusual case in which an Arizona recipient of an RIAA letter has fought back in court rather than write a check to avoid hefty legal fees, the industry is taking its argument against music sharing one step further: In legal documents in its federal case against Jeffrey Howell, a Scottsdale, Ariz., man who kept a collection of about 2,000 music recordings on his personal computer, the industry maintains that it is illegal for someone who has legally purchased a CD to transfer that music into his computer.” [Washington Post]
PROFANITY ALERT: Let me see if I have this right. I buy the CD. I copy the songs to my laptop or iPod so I can listen to them. I don’t share them with anyone. And that’s illegal. As they say on Keith and the Girl, “Fuuuuuuccckkkk you!” Steve Martin used to say, “Excuuuusseee me!”
Update: Turns out this story was wrong. Never mind.
Our friend George is here helping Barb migrate her data from her ancient Dell laptop to her new MacBook. He’s also going to be available to help Barb’s transition from Windows to OSX. Expertise gap aside, I’ve learned that husbands should not try to show wives how to do things on computers.
In couple of weeks I will attend my first Macworld in San Francisco. 60,000 rabid Mac fans gather for a week of… well, I’m not quite sure but look forward to finding out.
Three Macworld veterans are letting me tag along and their enthusiasm is infectious. These guys are my age and they’re as giddy as a GTO full of college sophomores on their way to spring break.
They know the ropes and have planned our trip like a Delta Force strike. This morning at our planning meeting, I was informed that we’d be getting in line at 4:30 a.m. for the keynote by Steve Jobs.
Macworld sounds like a bouillabaisse of Burning Man, 60’s Be-In, and Jonestown (substitute microbrews for Kool Aid). Can’t wait.