In a perfect world, good stories would never end. Wait—let me rephrase that. In a perfect world, good stories would always end gracefully. I don’t mean happy endings across the board. I mean good stories should always be allowed time to reach a conclusion after they’ve hit their narrative peak.
On television, however, the narrative peak often coincides with a peak in viewership—in ratings—and after that is reached the networks are just not interested anymore. A few months’ notice, if anything, and the show is gone. I will not delve into the historical implications of this. Current technology allows for easy storage of and access to all sorts of content, so it’s not oblivion I’m concerned with. »
It may be because I mostly deal with intangible things, but receiving a box full of well-designed, well-made, well-packaged goods made my day. A couple of weeks ago I was ordering a supply of redesigned Moo business cards and I decided to add something to it. (Let alone the fact that I ordered no less than two hundred business cards, which will probably last five years or so.) »
There is no safe haven for the grammar freak. On Facebook there are some “fan pages” with names like “Knowing the Difference Between There, Their, & They’re” or “Knowing the Difference Between You’re and Your” (set up by the same people, I assume), of which I did become a fan, just for fun. It’s like becoming a fan of “‘Become a fan’”: you don’t really expect anything useful out of it except a bit of occasional humor.
(I’ll leave out of this the fact that the creators of such pages should have created groups instead, and are now being investigated by Facebook because of said pages’ huge success in number of fans. Someone should create a page—well, a group—called “Knowing the Difference Between a Page and a Group on Facebook.”) »
After all I did solve my little conundrum, drove to Turin, went for a walk in the city—by the way, what’s with the horrid non-holiday decorations they put up?—and finally to the Palatorino for Franz Ferdinand’s concert.
I will try to forget the opening act, an unnamed band (unnamed because, really, no one told me its name, and if someone from the band did I just didn’t get it. All I think I got was that they’re from New York) that spent about thirty minutes banging tambourines and howling something boring and unintelligible into the microphones. I can’t really believe Franz Ferdinand chose them—if they did, I’m glad their music is way better than their musical taste. (But that’s obviously a paradox, because how could that ever be the case?) »
Here I was, a few minutes ago, overfed after a delicious dinner with friends in my birth town—for once not plagued by industrial smells, as the winds were blowing away from the city and into the adjacent countryside—and pondering over all the different scenarios that would present themselves to me in the new day. »
I was going to tweet one simple question to the world, but then I decided it deserved more than 140 characters: when did pointing out misspellings become a bigger crime than the misspellings themselves? It’s a theoretical question, since I haven’t pointed out anything to anyone—not recently, that is. »
On the third day the sun came out in Cincinnati. I was almost starting to doubt that they even had a sun in Ohio. All things considered, though, it’s been good for conference business. I am not going to say that the conference was a breakthrough – it wasn’t. But there have been positive aspects. »
From AppleInsider’s post on iTunes LP:
As for the production costs associated with iTunes LP titles, if the $10,000 figure cited is true, it’s hard to imagine how Apple is cranking these out for so little. Authoring any sort of interactive content is expensive. Try to [hire some] expert designers in Silicon Valley [to] do your website for $10,000 and you might get laughed at derisively.
There must be something wrong in my marketing strategy.
Thanks to @janefader for tweeting me a link to an article on next week’s Time magazine, “No Laugh Track Required: The Comeback of the Sitcom.” At first I feared the writer, James Poniewozik, was concentrating in three pages the last four and a half years of my research time (which would have been quite annoying), but in the end the article is just a review of new and not-so-new shows currently airing on American television. »
It is confirmed: CBS didn’t get the memo about sitcom being dead and all. Still, Accidentally on Purpose won me over the moment I realized it’s set in San Francisco. What can I say?, I’m sentimental like that. »