Why Does Convergence Fail?

…or is it just an attempt to cross-breed whales and goldfish? This article about NBC’s 600 million blown in trying to converge something with something else is illustrative:

Most embarrassing, an effort to increase traffic by introducing a syndicated television program, “iVillage Live,” resulted in a month-to-month drop in visitors to the iVillage Web site. Introduced last December, “iVillage Live,” carried on NBC-owned stations in 10 cities, was seen as a failure on its own, suffering from low ratings, poor production quality and a certain nagging cloying quality. It ceased production in June, but is still running in repeats and will return, after a full makeover, next month.

Running repeats. Excellent plan.

It reminded me for some reason that may not be exactly clear in my mind of the movie 24 Hour Party People that was on over the weekend about the rise and fall of mid-80s Manchester rave scene that spawned Happy Mondays and the use of ecstasy. Effectively paid for by New Order through flipping their record sales to subsidize the money pit of everything else, the movie notes how the entire time was a financial flop due to the failure of the clubs to control the actual money flow. Ravers bought drugs not beer. A bubble economy except for the pushers.

What they may have in common is the acceptance of the insistence that a concept is viable supporting external investment of money and other resources, including public interest.

As a general concept that may be useful and something that explains many things. David recently wrote a good comment here about to the effect that (because I can’t find it at the moe) through blogging he has come to the conclusion that people understand their own beliefs very poorly. Maybe this is the human condition, however, and that all things are bubbles to some degree as we thrive on hope and expectation more than knowledge.

Friday The Last Of April Chat-a-roo

Wasn’t it just last Friday? Time is flying. I am making arrangements for an undergrad reunion so I suppose I am a bit sensitive to these things. Yes, 25 years ago I was a seedy weedy sullen yute at the University of Kings College and soon people will be returning there from across the globe. From Engerlant to the Yukon so far. Of course I dread it. But if you qualify as a mid-late 80s grad, you should go. Two words: video dance.

  • Update: The Flea is good enough to point out one of the sillies things I have read in a long time. Never mind Alberto Gonzales, WMD, Libby, drugged up Limbaugh just saying no, Enron economics, Saskatchewan in the 1990s, moral majority, Oliver North, trickle down economics and a bazillion other things we could all trot out if we have 27 seconds to spare – conservatives apparently don’t lie. What was it Alberto said? Oh, yes – they just don’t remember. Flea’s line is far more honest and admirable:

    …what I like best about being a reactionary is that I do not have to make sense.

  • While I promised not to slag Web 2.0 for a while, I think it is entirely in my rights to point out that Blogger and Podcaster magazine is a wee bit Web -1.0 for me. Don’t get me wrong. I bought Yahoo magazine back in around 1996 and still wish I had those sitting around. But why do I need a magazine about this which is essentially a magazine?
  • I announced the formation of CAMWA – join in.
  • The New Liberaltarian Progressive Democratic Conservatives are having a bit of a hard time. First, I have a hard time with the fire and brimstone the-sky-is-falling the-sky-is-falling flip out of last week turning into the 8 billion dollar green millstone placed around the neck of the consumer…but not so much the polluters. Then, there is the steering of public funds into the boosting of Tory backbenchers prospects through focused funding of local instances of national celebrations. [Ed.: Yes! I can write that sentence without using the word “sponsorship” so it must be different.] Not to mention the application of creationist analysis to a war zone: torture is a theory and as there is no proof it cannot be. I hope the Prime Ministers groomer is especially on her game. Wouldn’t want him to notice the slide and take it personally.
  • But green is not all bad. David recently posted about generating kites in the sky. It was announced this week that the largest solar power facility in North American is going to be built in Sarnia. Soon there will be again talk of the sling tide project.
  • It’s also been a bad week for movie actors. Just as the Prime Minister’s handlers wish he had found other things to do – besides, you know, saying what is on his mind – so, too, wished Hugh Grant that he had not thought that kicking the arse of someone in public was a good idea. At least he only used his foot. Richard Gere tried to enter into some sort of merger with Shilpa Shetty, a noteworthy Indian actress, and now like Grant he faces charges.

What is it about men passing their best before date? You consider an agreement with a toothless non-profit the same as an agreement with a nation state. You consider low level assault either by boot to the arse or smothering hug to be your right. You consider traveling 1600 km to sit in a dorm room only to realize you are equidistant to the old wrinkly stage again the right thing to do.

Pity men as they move into their golden years. We can’t help it.

Friday Chat From The New HQ

A while ago I wondered about the point when a move is really made as opposed to finished. Turns out it is not the beds or the telephone but the stuff on the walls. As soon as you put the framed stuff up, your interior is yours. Forget about the TV. That just costs you an hour of sleep and night.

  • And speaking of losing sleep, if the Red Sox lose both the AL East and the wildcard and miss the playoffs blame this week. They have gone 1 out of 6 against Tampa and KC, two teams who are a combined 57 games back. This is a complete embarassment.
  • We forget sometimes that in all the concerns of the day that there are still the legacies of the last sentury to deal with including Conrad Black. Apparently he has to find more money to give the court confidence he will show up:

    Conrad Black’s bail was raised Thursday by another $1-million (U.S.) in cash, but the erstwhile media baron managed to score one important legal victory: His wife won’t be forced to reveal her financial affairs under oath.

    An interesting morality play.

  • Personally, I avoid technologies that make me feel like I am going to be sick – parachutes, roller coasters and Imax.
  • I find it odd that I am not entirely caught up with the liquid bomb story. I think Al Queda has lost me thanks to the skill of the British police’s anti-terrorism unit. I do not assume all will be well. But they are pretty good at making sure all is well. Maybe Al Queda will be content with reverse psychology as its resources thin and its manpower fades.

Must make coffee. Maybe more later. What stories are you following anyway?

Friday Post-Spam Clean-Up Chat

Nothing like waking to a manual spammer who has left 47 identical comments on 47 separate posts. The decent spammers, the ones you would kick in the shin rather than higher if you had the chance, post a bunch of comments on one post so they are easy to delete. But no, the Romanian spam sweatshop has a new keener and he wants to comment on separate posts. Anyway, eleven minutes of my life gone but at least the place is clear and tidy again. That is what they say about me: he sure keeps a tidy blog.

  • I will not see The Di Vinci Code and not because it is trendier not to that to go. I really see no movies, considering such evenings an opportunity to go to pubs or practice lawn bowls. But this is weird:

    The 23-year-old University of Guelph graduate is one of a hundred or so Campus Crusade for Christ volunteers who’ll be visiting theatres across the country trying to get moviegoers to listen to a “Christian response” to Dan Brown’s bestselling book and the blockbuster movie it has spawned. “We’re not out to protest the movie at all,” Mr. Bellingham says. “We think this movie gives us a great opportunity to talk about Jesus Christ.”

    Jesus would be pleased. As He was pleased by the swarming to Mel’s movie as some sort of authorized version. Would the time not be better spent shoeing the children and feeing the poor and doing justice as the actual directions given might suggest? Harass movie goers…which letter of the apostles was that in exactly?

  • Coffee going. What else is going on? The Globe’s Harper kissy-kissy didn’t last long. I think the guy’s is getting a raw deal. Seeing as he campaigned on the “Government of One” slogan, we should not now be saying that the one desk in the PMO running everything is bad. Here, however, is what I think is going to happen. Sooner or later at question period, questions directed at anyone other than the PM will have the tag line at the end “sure you do not want to check with your boss?” Sooner or later his own backbench and cabinet will stop liking being treated like children. But that will be rude buecause there was that slogan…right?
  • Dang spammers. I hate being behind on Friday mornings. What else is going on? Here is a somewhat Canadian headline, though perhaps sharable with Norwegians and Wisconsinianians:

    Beware of moose, mayhem on holiday drive

    More than a million vehicles will hit Highway 400 alone this weekend in one of the busiest — and deadliest — weekends of the year, police say…

    I tend to beware of moose every weekend. But this is the holiday weekend that does start off the whole summer thing. We have no access to cottages but will be going to Ottawa to praise our rural overlords in the streets check out the trains at the Museum of Science and Technology. I have never understood why in a country so many thousands of miles across all the Federal museums are in one spot but there you have it. I can see the big trains so I will see the big trains. I will also have to find a statue of Queen Victoria and leave a few nickles at the base. I strongly highly urge you to do likewise just in case.

  • Mr. Lovery is apparently going to stay at Arsenal for the next four years, years of his prime, which is good. I missed the Champions’ League final this week in which we was robbed but as Morton has missed that game once again my expectation of disappointment has long been commonplace.
  • This is good breaking news but I wish we had Taleban and Al Queda packs o’ cards like we did for Saddammy and his pals back in 2003. It was a great PR piece as well as informational and wonderfully foreshadowed the growth of poker as a TV spectator sport. So can the power of the internet tell me who Mullah Dadullah is and what he did? This clip from the front page of the Google search is almost bad James Bond rip-off:

    Two of the council members, Akhtar Mohammad Usmani, a confidante of Mullah Omar and the one-legged former intelligence chief Mullah Dadullah, are also names…

    He is also former two-legged. Anyway, nice to see him in a tiny cage.

That is it for today. Dang spammers. Get me on the nerves.

Easter Week

An excellent picture from the BBC this morning, most excellent because of the trendy girls in to the back and right who are looking at the black wizardy lads.

Easter week has often meant in my adult life hitting the road as it will this year, seeking a little saltiness and a little spring. As those little blue spring flowers are popping up here now, who knows what there will be to see in the Mohawk Valley or around Worchester, MA as we travel through. God forbid a leaf on a tree but maybe a daffodil.

Once, I knew it was spring because I was reading The Master and The Margarita as a way to renew myself. Silly lad, as now or at least for four of the last six years, spring does not start unless I have been in the company of Mainers. Remember when I used to post short short movies? Well, it is three weeks early but one can only hope to see a spring day like this again.

Rollerball

You know how good, how useful TV is when it gives you the chance to see a movie you were not allowed to see in grade seven. It was like a glimpse into the future when the Flea rules the planet and treats us all like pawns on a chessboard. Best of all – it’s Canadian content with Norman Jewison in the director’s chair. Dig the font. Robots will demand the use of that font when they rule us. They will also make us wear tight beige slacks.

Hitchhikers’ Guide To The Galaxy

Went to a movie. That is four times in 18 months which is something of a revival as I did not sit in the seat thinking how odd to be at the movies or how odd that I am staring at flickering images on a wall having a group emotional experience with strangers. I quite enjoyed it, the group-tee-hee.

When I was a kid, in that span from say age 12 to 27 long ago, CBC Halifax played a serialized for radio version of the book the Hitchhikers’ Guide To The Galaxy but it was in such short chunks that I gave it half attention and never picked up the book in the same way I never went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show on Friday midnights, cold toast in my pockets. Like that movie, I knew about the Guide but was not immersed in it. See, I had a brother who was always dragging sci-fi books home and so, like the Boston Bruins and the other brother, that was never my territory. Sci-fi movies and TV, however, were as I grew up in the era of not only Close Encounters of a Third Kind (grade 8 or so) or Star Wars (I recall seeing The Empire Strikes Back in grade 11 with pals on a summer night) but also Space 1999 on 1970s CBC Halifax TV Saturday night before the hockey but after CTV had the Ali fight, Dr. Who on Maine PBS TV a few years later at Saturday evening suppertime and, of course, the never ending repeats of Captain Kirk and the original Star Trek. What made all these shows differ from every thing from the Star Trek: Next Generation and afterwards was they were pre-ironic. The golden era of slightly prickly pricky irony can be quite specifically dated. It started quietly with the David Letterman’s morning talkshow of the early 80’s and ended with 9/11 – when it was enough to point out that someone didn’t get something, though only a facet, was enough to curse them as not “getting it”, that undefined yet elemental thing called “it”. During that era of irony, crapping on something as light judgment was considered funny and somehow insightful. It lasted long enough that there are actually people raised mainly in that era, unaware that pre-irony existed, who think it is a synonym for humour alone – unaware that it is the humour of the slightly bastardly. Anyway, in the pre-ironic era, people could and did believe in things (baseball, sci-fi, political parties, faith) while having trust in what they knew that was at odds with the belief. I knew my baseball team was bad and would never win the World Series or that a given politician was on the take but was otherwise useful – but it did not colour the entire relationship I had with baseball or politics because I knew there was much I did not know. Hence, the pleasure of supposition concerning the possible.

Now, we think we can know everything, know we must know everything and “believe” in politics, religion and sports teams as absolutes not as things in themselves full of fallible people and not just as sets of particular facts but as global ideals. We have to “believe” because this is the era of serious stuff when the person who raises a particular fact that makes complications for a given ideal is to question the idea and its absolute nature thereby being a heretic rather than someone just noting the reality of the relative – again, we can suffer not “getting it” without the accuser having ever to define what “it” is. In this way, irony and belief are two sides to the same coin. But in the pre-serious, pre-ironic era when we knew bad stuff happened, in the world, to each of us and we took it in stride. Ali was beaten from time to time so we could watch sci-fi and think to ourselves…maybe…just maybe that is who things will work out. The motto of the Hitchhiker’s Guide (meaning the book within the book, radio, movie) of “Don’t Panic” has a ring of “Keep On Truckin'” to it – things will be bad from time to time but life will either go on or it won’t and there is not much you can do about that – going with the flow, sucking up the bad thing that has yet to occur. It is a message of confidence.

That is why this movie and a few others going around lately seem to me to be showing a possible dent in the culture of the serious and absolute, just as 9/11 undid irony, though in no way as swiftly, tragically or cataclysmically. It is fundamentally a movie about the question of the possible turned on its head, sci-fi of the likely in which earth is not Captain Kirk’s center of the universe, but one in which we humans do not have the right answer and where others are indifferent to our fate. Neither technology or governance will protect us from that. In that way, even thought it is a fantasy it is realistic, and so something which has been quite rare in this post-ironic era. Unlike the 1990s movies about the disco era, you are inside the premise of this movie – not asked to watch it as an outsider, mildly ridiculing the past. You know that you are watching you and you know that these are not special times you live in.

So there are three types of people: those who know what the word “Dalek” means, those who believe there is something ultimately profound in the words “red state” and “blue state” and those who may sense some dissatisfaction with both contemporary absolutism and the lingering legacy of irony whatever the cause. The first group has already seen the movie and bought the t-shirt, the second will not enjoy it and will pray for those who made it to find their final repose in hell…but there is some hope for the third.

Free

It’s freedom night on my TV apparently. CBC plays A Bug’s Life – yea, kill the grasshoppers – and then the less happily ended Braveheart – yea, kill the English…oops – and flip to PBS’s Austin City Limits and it is the Polyphonic Spree (warning – the best and most appropriate use of introductory flash pages ever), a seduction of 1968 Jesus freaking Godspellishness meeting an echo of Supertramp, followed by the band Ozomatli which “meshes traditional Latin rhythms with modern hip hop blending in Middle Eastern and African beat.”

I think I need a cup of joe before bed just to straighten my head out. Whew!

Amazing Race

Watching tonight’s Amazing Race it is amazing how conditioned I have become to the premise of a reality show that we are watching for the worst of human behaviour to come out. No one appears now with six teams left to consider that it is a game. Like Survivor, they are obsessed, they are mean and they are looking to trip the others as much physically as in the game. Like Fear Factor there is the barfing test.

I watched the movie Network last weekend and ever since, I can’t get over how accurate many of its implicit forecasting was, the obsession with the stupid and the sensational. I wonder if there will ever be a peaking followed by a reversion to more conservative views of “reality” – will the last few years be noted for how sordid this stuff is or how tame?