links for 2008-05-09
-
Some valid criticism of OpenID.
I pose this question to my loyal readership: Do you have a GPS unit? If so, would you recommend one like it to me?
Let me explain my expected use case so you can use that to tinge your suggestion: I wish to have geodata for content generation, largely photography. I’m not really so concerned with GPS directions for driving, really, because I typically have a good sense of direction [unless I'm on a date, and then it goes to hell ... no, really] and also have an iPhone, so I’m good when it comes to directions, mainly.
That posted … suggest away.
Deb Talan’s Sincerely, a live album that’s only available these days as a digital download.
City and Colour’s Bring Me Your Love, which I was introduced to by Adam.
4 Sep 1967 [West Hollywood, CA, USA] concert bootleg of Cream.
1967-09-04: Whiskey A Go-Go, West Hollywood, CA, USA (disc 1) and
1967-09-04: Whiskey A Go-Go, West Hollywood, CA, USA (disc 2).
2005-08-27: Moonlite Gardens, Coney Island, Cincinnati, OH, USA (disc 1) and
2005-08-27: Moonlite Gardens, Coney Island, Cincinnati, OH, USA (disc 2).
2006-02-04: Kulturbolaget, Malmö, SWE.
2008-03-26: Palace Theatre, Melbourne, Australia (disc 1) and
2008-03-26: Palace Theatre, Melbourne, Australia (disc 2).
2008-04-09: Headliners Music Hall, Louisville, KY, USA (disc 1) and
2008-04-09: Headliners Music Hall, Louisville, KY, USA (disc 2).
The Weepies’ Hideaway. This one did not grab me the way that Say I Am You did, but I’ve also not given it car/road trip time. I will be correcting that this weekend. Three-and-a-half stars, and I expect that’ll rise.
Carole King’s Tapestry (Legacy Edition). This was a bit of an impulse buy, although it was well-regarded in last month’s Paste. Very much worth my money. Four stars.
15 Mar 2008 [Austin, TX, USA] concert bootleg of M. Ward and Jim James. Sadly, during Matt’s solo stuff, the recording is very distant sounding, which is surprising for Church Audio cardioids; must’ve been a hard room to record. I give it three stars.
4 Apr 2008 [Dyersburg, TN, USA] concert bootleg of Derek Webb. I’m happy with how this one came out; I’m giving it four stars only because the songs off of The Ringing Bell really deserve to have a band behind them. I understand why that didn’t happen on this tour, but man … if Derek had been able to have Todd, Garett, Jeff, Josh, and Andrew backing him on these songs … that would have been awesome. Anyhow, some folks would probably like more of the SBD in this mix, but I’m a fan of how a recording actually sounds in a room. For those people, I’ve seeded the SBD and AUD recordings in their uncut forms on IndieRiver; they can do with it what they like.
4 Apr 2008 [Dyersburg, TN, USA] concert bootleg of Caedmon’s Call. The longer I think about this, the more I think about re-mastering it. It just could be better. That said, it’s decent. Three-and-a-half stars, mainly because of Andy O’s two killer guitar solos. That kid really can shred.Greg Knauss, among others, has written about his experiences in contributing to Things I Learned About My Dad (In Therapy), a book by parents about the experiences of fatherhood. I got my copy earlier this week and plowed through it in mostly two quick sessions [which is good; I have been in a serious reading funk, something I should address elsewhere]. Knauss’s comments pretty squarely reflect his essay:
It goes on from there, documenting everything Child Protective Services is going to need to put me away for a long time.
Reading the book, I’m astonished at the quality of every essay that wasn’t written by me. Some are sweet, some are heartbreaking, all are funny — it’s a wonderful book, and it truly is an honor to be included. I’m now forever squatting squarely next to some of the best writers on the Web, and they can’t do anything about it, ha ha ha ha.
Told you I was kind of an asshole.
Yeah, well, he is. But he’s an endearing one [at least to me].
Being single myself, you might wonder what attraction a book like this has for me. Well, several of my friends have kids now, and they write about them. It’s fun, because I can go back and look at entries they’ve written and have good memories, even if I’m just barely a part of these kids’ lives—being as, you know, I’m just some dude that’s friends with their parents that comes over from time to time and takes attention away from the star of the show [them] because–GASP!–I want to talk to the parental units. Heh.
Heather Armstrong, Dooce herself, edited the essays and contributed two of her own. As I’ve read the monthly newsletters that she’s written her daughter, Leta, I’ve felt a lot of emotions—most of all, jealousy. In this month’s letter, Heather talks about the stresses of criticism of people writing about their kids and all the obvious critiques that come of it:
But I guess there are some people who are very uncomfortable with the fact that I and many other women are writing about our children on our websites. How dare we violate your privacy like this, how dare we endanger you like this, we obviously care more about ad revenue than what this is going to do to your adolescence. And I have been asked countless times if I am at all worried that you will totally resent me for the details I have shared here. Of course you will you resent me. I have no doubt that you will spend years of your life resenting me and being embarrassed that we have the same last name, despite the fact that I have and will spend years of my life writing love letters to you on the Internet. Despite the fact that I have declared to millions of people that you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to my life.
You will resent me for your curfew and the fact that I will not let you leave the house in that mini-skirt. You will resent me for showing up to your school in my pajama bottoms and for raising my hand in a PTA meeting when I hadn’t brushed my hair. You will text message your friends to tell them that I am the most horrible person on the planet because I’m forcing you to study for your exam in the morning. You are going to think that I cannot possibly understand what you are going through, and you will slam the door in my face.
Will you resent me for this website? Absolutely. And I have spent hours and days and months of my life considering this, weighing your resentment against the good that can come from being open and honest about what it’s like to be your mother, the good for you, the good for me, and the good for other women who read what I write here and walk away feeling less alone. And I have every reason to believe that one day you will look at the thousands of pages I have written about my love for you, the thousands of pages other women have written about their own children, and you’re going to be so proud that we were brave enough to do this. We are an army of educated mothers who have finally stood up and said pay attention, this is important work, this is hard, frustrating work and we’re not going to sit around on our hands waiting for permission to do so. We have declared that our voices matter.
Let me be honest: if we’d have had the Internet in the early 1980s, my mother would have blogged the shit out of me and my older brother. You would’ve read all sorts of interesting, hilarious, and terrifying stories about us.
I don’t want to get too much into our family dynamics here, but suffice it to say that, growing up, my older brother wasn’t classically gifted in academic ways, and I was. He hated school; I loved it. He was [and still largely is] an introvert; I, well, I never frickin’ shut up. If you read all the bunk of the birth order folks, you’d think we were born out of order—but hell, no, people. Doug and I are who we are because of the sum of our experiences, as varied as they are. Because of the spread between us [five years, ten months] and the fact that Dad was Air Force [meaning we moved every four years, most of the time], we never went through the same stages in life in the same places. We never had the same teachers; only once, when I was in kindergarten and he in sixth grade, did we attend the same school. We are, functionally, two only children who happen to have the same parents. Doesn’t mean that I don’t love him, ’cause I do. We’re just … startlingly different.
I’m sure that Mom would’ve written a couple hundred things that would’ve mortified me when I read them at 14, but she also would’ve written a thousand more that would make me smile, laugh, cry, and appreciate what they went through that much more. And I admit … I would love to have those stories now as I near 30. Well, I do have them, but you don’t have them, Internet. And while it’s narcissistic to want you to read them, I am a blogger.
Anyhow, if you want to read engaging essays on fatherhood, Things I Learned About My Father (In Therapy) is terribly good and worth your time. [And for my friends who are parents and are broke because they're buying diapers, I'll let you borrow my copy as long as your kids don't gnaw on it. 'kay?]
I took some time at lunch and watched/listened to Clay Shirky’s talk about the cognitive surplus, which I’d seen linked a lot of places, but today by Jeremy Zawodny.
I was reminded of a pledge to use time-shifting for awesome. I then sent myself to the penalty box for a ten-minute misconduct.
Okay, off to watch some Law & Order.
:sigh:
Until the speedier iMacs became available this morning, I was pretty well set on going for a Mac notebook—either a Macbook Pro or a Macbook Air. But I tell you … that top-end iMac, buttressed with 4GB of RAM [that I'd buy third-party, natch], that’s hard to pass up. Why?
That said, I’m gonna go until at least the end of the week on this decision, because I don’t wish to act rashly just because Apple put out a new play-pretty today. [Lunch break over, back to the salt mines.]
Surprisingly, I was able to hold out on listening to The Weepies’ new record until this week, despite having it Tuesday. Discipline, or something.
The Weepies’ Hideaway.
Carole King’s Tapestry (Legacy Edition). You can blame this one on me watching lots of Gilmore Girls episodes.
1997-02-18: The Cave, Ottawa, ON, Canada (disc 1) and
1997-02-18: The Cave, Ottawa, ON, Canada (disc 2).
2005-08-26: The Dame, Lexington, KY, USA (disc 1) and
2005-08-26: The Dame, Lexington, KY, USA (disc 2).
15 Mar 2008 [Austin, TX, USA] concert bootleg of M. Ward and Jim James.
2008-03-15: St. David's Church, Austin, TX, USA and
2008-03-15: St. David's Church, Austin, TX, USA.
4 Apr 2008 [Dyersburg, TN, USA] concert bootleg of Derek Webb. Really happy with the ability to do SBD-AUD matrixes now.
2008-04-04: Dyersburg State Community College, Dyersburg, TN, USA.
4 Apr 2008 [Dyersburg, TN, USA] concert bootleg of Caedmon’s Call. This one took a lot of work, because my feeds got slightly out of sync from time to time during the set, so I continually had to monitor for sync issues. Worth doing, though. I’ve got some ideas of how I’ll do that better next time. Could’ve spent more time mastering it, too. Ah well.
2008-04-04: Dyersburg State Community College, Dyersburg, TN, USA (disc 1) and
2008-04-04: Dyersburg State Community College, Dyersburg, TN, USA (disc 2).Last week was good in the studio spots, meh otherwise:
Deb Talan’s Something Burning. Unlike with her husband, I liked her sophomore release much better. This is good, but the melody is better on the next record. Two-and-a-half stars.
Deb Talan’s A Bird Flies Out. Lots and lots of fun here. Three-and-a-half stars.
11 Jan 1997 [Chicago, IL, USA] concert bootleg of Jeff Tweedy. Pretty standard Tweedy solo fare of that era; nothing special. Two-and-a-half stars. The fun bit for me is the cover of “Thirteen”, which I’m used to hearing Elliott Smith do.
7 Jul 1999 [Stuttgart, Germany] concert bootleg of Wilco. Very meh. Two stars.
12 Aug 2002 [New York, NY, USA] concert bootleg of Coldplay. Sounds thin and reedy. Two-and-a-half stars.