New phone, new challenges

My new Sony Ericsson S710a arrived yesterday, after a three week wait (oy—for anyone who’s playing along, this is the drawback for ordering mobile phone service from Amazon). I plugged it in and let it charge overnight, and started setting it up this morning. First impressions: the phone is much shorter but just about as thick as my old Nokia. The screen is better, but the keys feel more sluggish—though online forums suggest that there are firmware updates that may address the latter problem.

iSync works well, though I get a spurious message at the end of the sync that “Device memory is full.” I have all my contacts and calendar info on the phone, though, which is A Good Thing. The Bluetooth range also appears to be much better than on the old phone.

A few drawbacks. I can’t find a way to send more than one photo from the phone via Bluetooth at a time—though given how long it took me to figure out how to do it on the Nokia, I’m somewhat unconcerned about this right now. I also wish that the screen wouldn’t completely shut off in Standby mode; I have gotten used to using my mobile as a watch, since the Nokia displayed the time on the screen at all times the phone was on. To get the time I have to press a button. Not the end of the world, but less inconspicuous. I also hate the animated wallpaper and will be changing that at the earliest opportunity—ditto the startup sounds.

The real test, though, will be the reception. So far it appears that reception is better at our house, but I won’t know for sure until I start making calls.

And you thought “Cluck-U” was bad

Boing Boing: There’s a restaurant in Japan called “Chicken Pecker.” As Xeni says, ’nuff said. Except that these sorts of restaurant names seem to be not uncommon.

From DC up at least as far north as Newark, there is a chain of greasy fried chicken shops called “Cluck-U” that’s frighteningly good (their “traditional recipe” uses honey, which doesn’t concur with any tradition this nominal Southerner is aware of, but it’s tasty, yo). And, further afield from the chicken area, Bellevue, WA sports the charmingly named What the Pho’, which sells Vietnamese noodle dishes.

Vale Audioscrobbler, ave Last.fm

As a sometime user of Audioscrobbler who frequently forgets that the service has a web site, I visited Audioscrobbler.com yesterday and got the surprising message that “Audioscrobbler has evolved,” along with a pointer to Last.fm. Now that the site has gotten over the transition, it looks like the merged site represents an update of the old Audioscrobbler look and feel and tighter integration of the Last.fm functionality.

The new site is still a bit slow, alas (not that Audioscrobbler.com was a speed demon). But it’s usable, and you can visit my profile page to see what I’ve been listening to (newly relevant since I installed the plugin here at the office) or even add me as a friend. Hey, I have to know more than two other people who use the service…

Sun, sand, and sprouts

lisa on the boardwalk with boo

I finally got around to posting pictures from our trip three weeks ago to Cape Cod. For the record, while it was nice to be able to have the dogs with us, we have decided that closer beaches are better. Lisa and I tried out Marblehead two weeks ago and liked it, and she took her parents to Crane Island this past weekend and liked it even better. So we’ll see.

The other pictures in the album are of the flowers that we have finally succeeded in growing where the awful hedge used to be around our house. In particular, I took a bunch of photos of our gladioli, in honor of my mother and her birthday on Monday (the gladiolus happens to be her favorite flower, and I sent a bunch to her—alas, not from our beds!).

The photo album is also accessible from the Gallery.

Beyond the Mozart effect

This joke was current a few months ago—it was even in the chorus newsletter immediately prior to the BSO’s Mahler performance—but it bears repeating:

You’ve heard of the Mozart Effect, i.e., listening to Mozart increases one’s spatial IQ. BUT, have you heard of the …

LISZT EFFECT: Child speaks rapidly and extravagantly, but never really says anything important.

BRUCKNER EFFECT: Child speaks very slowly and repeats himself frequently. Gains reputation for profundity.

WAGNER EFFECT: Child becomes a megalomaniac. May eventually marry his sister.

MAHLER EFFECT: Child continually screams — at great length and volume — that he’s dying.

SCHOENBERG EFFECT: Child never repeats a word until he’s used all the other words in his vocabulary. Sometimes talks backwards. Eventually, people stop listening to him. Child blames them for their inability to understand him.

BABBITT EFFECT: Child gibbers nonsense all the time. Eventually, people stop listening to him. Child doesn’t care because all his playmates think he’s cool.

IVES EFFECT: the child develops a remarkable ability to carry on several separate conversations at once.

GLASS EFFECT: the child tends to repeat himself over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

STRAVINSKY EFFECT: the child is prone to savage, guttural and profane outbursts that often lead to fighting and pandemonium in the preschool.

BRAHMS EFFECT: the child is able to speak beautifully as long as his sentences contain a multiple of three words (3, 6, 9, 12, etc). However, his sentences containing 4 or 8 words are strangely uninspired.

And then, of course, the Cage Effect — child says nothing for 4 minutes, 33 seconds. Preferred by 9 out of 10 classroom teachers.

A few extras from Mangan’s Miscellany:

Schumann Effect: Child develops bipolar disorder.

Lutoslawski Effect: Child becomes expert craps player.

Berwald Effect: Child develops a huge passion, works at it his whole life, then falls into complete obscurity.

And a few more from The Llama Butchers:

Hovhaness Effect: Child grows to be very spiritual, attracted to Eastern religions. Also has pyromaniac tendencies.

Gluck Effect: Child will be brilliant but inconsistent. Probably will be a fortune-hunting party reptile.

Rossini Effect: Child will be lazy as hell but a lot of fun.

Bach Effect: Child will overawe you with the the depth of his self-expression and do a bang-up job balancing your checkbook. Stand by for a lot of grandchildren.

Lully Effect: Please keep child away from sharp objects.

And, finally, from The Muse at Sunset:

Meyerbeer effect: Child says wildly popular things which no one can remember later.

Chopin effect: Child coughs constantly.

Schumann effect: Child speaks in poetry, then tries to drown himself

Gesualdo effect: Child speaks cryptically, dresses in black, carries a bloody axe

Gershwin effect: Child tries to speak Ebonics, is never quite convincing

Hugo Wolff effect: Child speaks about the meaninglessness of life and the futility of love, then goes mad

Prokofiev Effect: Child speaks wildly and brilliantly, with a huge vocabulary. But… was he being serious?

Berlioz effect: Child takes opium and speaks REALLY LOUDLY

Debussy effect: Child can’t talk, but loves pictures

Faure effect: Child’s speech is too refined and elegant to be heard by coarse and insensitive persons

Henry Cowell effect: child speaks in clusters of words.

Harry Partch effect: child makes up all his own words.

Fred Himebaugh effect: All the child’s vowels have umlauts.

Music tagging (no, the other kind)

I’ve been in a conversation with Fury about tagging music. By tagging, I mean structured metadata rather than the collective slap-a-label-on tagging visible at Flickr and Technorati.

In the course of the discussion I looked up the ID3 site, the home of the standard tagging format used by Windows Media Player, iTunes, and just about everyone else. I was surprised in the list of standard tags in ID3v2.4 to see a few for which I have been hoping, including original artist, original release year, band/orchestra (hopefully a multivalued field!), etc. But the only Mac-friendly tag editor I’ve found that supports these fields is the Jaikoz Audio Tag Editor, which appears to be powerful but ugly.

So the big question is, when will someone come up with a way to add this extra information directly through iTunes? I for one would pony up a shareware fee for that capability.

Outing blog spammers

I followed a Doc Searls link this morning to a promising blog, “Hello Fan, Here Comes the Sh*t,” that identifies blog spammers from domain registration info and discusses tactics for taking them down. I used to do this with email back in my pre-blogging days; maybe this is a better way to fight fire with fire.

Regarding my own spam problems: I mercifully escaped another round of comment spam this weekend—maybe this is because of my own public anti-comment-spam arms race—but I do seem to keep finding trackback spam. As I noted a while ago, there are very few good ways to find trackback spam reliably on Manila since there is no notification process. What I’ve taken to doing is loading all my news item category pages and searching for any unusual trackback activity. I found a few more nests of spam pings but unfortunately will have to repeat the process periodically to root them out.

One thing that cheered me up: either the trackback spam ping tool that this last person was using is broken or the person who was using it was an idiot. I found lots of spam pings that didn’t preface the trackback URL with http://, meaning that when you clicked on it you got a useless 404 page deep in my site. Heh.

Mouse autopsy

ArsTechnica: Dissecting Mighty Mouse, a thorough disemboweling of Apple’s multi-button wonder. There are circuit board closeups for those who are into that sort of thing. No telling chip manufacturer names this time, though.

Me, I would settle for seeing my Mighty Mouse sometime this week. This is my sickness: I always choose free shipping then kvetch until the thing shows up.

“I know what you’re doing”

I had time to kill before church today and walked to the Barnes and Noble in the Pru—primarily because it was air conditioned and open before 11, but also because I was looking for the summer music edition of the Oxford American. No luck on that front, but I found weird America right in the store.

I walked over to the poetry shelves, which abut some chairs outside the café, and started browsing. About a second later, the woman sitting in the chair closest to me, right in front of the first poetry shelf, called to the guy behind the counter in the café:

“Excuse me—where is security?”

He didn’t respond and she repeated, louder, “Where is security? Is there only the guard in the front this morning? —I don’t need them now, but I need to know where they are.”

I was starting to be a bit concerned and looked over my shoulder but couldn’t see anyone. She continued to speak, more to herself than to the counter worker: “It’s a good thing they have cameras. I know what you’re doing.”

I suddenly had a very uncomfortable feeling. I was standing maybe six feet from her, and there was no one else around. I asked her, “Excuse me, are you speaking to me?”

“You know I am. I know what you’re doing. You’re standing awfully close. I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re sitting right in front of the poetry. I’m just trying—”

“Don’t talk to me again. They have cameras. I know all of this is on tape.” And then she launched into a paranoid rant under her breath, most of which I cannot remember, to the effect that I was threatening her. I turned so that I wasn’t looking at her and kept scanning the shelves, shaken.

Folks, this wasn’t a street person—she was a perfectly normal looking woman, clean and well dressed.. And I was wearing slacks and a sport jacket, so I couldn’t have looked too threatening. But the encounter was definitely occurring on two different planets.

I finally found the book I was looking for and walked away. I paid for my purchase and walked out, wondering if I should have said something to the guy at the counter—or something else to the woman. But what would I have said? “I’m sorry, but I was verbally assaulted by a woman who’s clearly off her meds. You might want to get her out of your store.” Or, to the woman: “I’m not threatening you, I’m shopping. And I’ll pray for you, because Jesus loves you.” Yeah, that would have worked really well.

Digital music library: gear notes

I am edging closer to the point where I will start ripping my 1,000+ CD library to hard disk, and I’ve been collecting gear notes as I go. An interesting TidBITS discussion on the use of the AirPort Express with AirTunes to stream music has raised some interesting thoughts and ideas:

  • Stereophile says that the optical out on the AirPort Express “allows the AirPort Express to assume a respectable role in a true high-end audio system.” Of course, to take advantage of this, I’d have to have an amplifier with more than one optical input…so that might have to wait.
  • A reader mentioned that noise was a factor for listening, and recommended a hard drive enclosure from AMSElectronics for low noise and good price. I had previously decided I needed an external drive even if I used a Mac mini as the focus for my digital audio system, based on the small capacity of the 2.5″ drives that can be used in the mini.
  • Also, it appears that 400 GB hard drives are becoming affordable, which is good news.

I also have an advantage of watching Fury’s process and brave blogging of the odder corners of a massive CD collection.

Other notes on having music on both a laptop and an external drive, courtesy of Playlist Magazine: How to shift iTunes libraries.

100 Barrels of fun

Boston.com: For Harpoon brewers, it’s all a barrel of fun. An article on Harpoon’s series of limited duration beers reveals that they are all made at the former Catamount brewery in Vermont (which increasingly sounds like a good place to visit). Seems like an odd

Interesting point that Harpoon has taken such care to separate these experiments from its brand, from the different bottle sizes to the new label artwork. (I seem to recall that, except for the maple-syrupy super-premium Triple Bock in the blue glass bottle, their major local competition hasn’t always been so careful.) Harpoon also hasn’t been doing any publicity for these beers at all, as evidenced by the fact that this is the first mainstream press coverage the beers have received in the two years that they’ve been on the market. Apparently they have been working on building word of mouth prior to going wider.

The Sanity Pills blog has a slightly more acerbic take on why we’re just now hearing about these beers from the Globe: “The Boston Globe is quickly becoming the saddest major daily in the nation.”

Saddle the chickens, we’re riding out.

Through some fortuitous and entirely accidental timing (at least on my part), it appears I’ll have my first visit to my company’s European office in Munich in September. I will be there for a week, starting September 12.

Oktoberfest begins the Saturday of that week, September 17.

As Bob Dylan once wrote, “I can’t help it if I’m lucky.”

There is more information about the festival at Wikipedia, including descriptions of the traditional menu and a pointer to information about the traditional beer style of the event, Märzen.

Mostly Mozart

My inlaws are visiting this weekend, and we were debating whether another trip to Tanglewood was in order, since it rained for their previous visit. I checked the performance calendar. Friday will be Weber, Mahler, Carter, and Stravinsky—which would be perfect for me but would probably either terrify or irritate the rest of the family. Ah well. But Saturday?

All Mozart Program. Sir Neville Marriner conducting. Overture to The Marriage of Figaro; two Italian concert arias; Piano Concerto No.23 in A; and Symphony No. 39.

Aw yeah.

Plus it will be only 80° F and sunny in Lenox that day. Sounds like a plan.