Death of a Camera

So my camera died sort of. It flashes “turn off and on again” over and over on the little screeen. Something wrong with the lens which I suspect is a little beach sand. If I can take it apart, do some highly technical blowing, flapping and flicking, I might get it to work. But I had a wedding to get to so I bought a Sony DSC-S40 to replace the Sony DSC-P32. Virtually the same camera that cost $250.00 Canadian in December 2003 cost $250.00 Canadian in April 2005 but it has a 3x Zeiss lens. Having taken over 4,000 shots with the first one and having not bought film and processing for a year and a half I figure it has paid for itself. But if I get it going again, it is definitely the beach camera.

Robots On Wheels

Here is Hitachi’s entry into the robot WARS!!! race and one that points out an actual use for the Segway concept. Why have all those chunky walking technology worries like nightmarish future soldier Honda’s Asimo.

Hitachi had a press conference introducing them yesterday:

Two wheel-based Emiews, Pal and Chum, introduced themselves to reporters at a press conference in Japan.

How nice. It kind of looks like Pal…or Chum…is holding a flamethrower Swiffer-brand duster to get at those difficult areas.

Conference

Being at a conference – even a good one like this – is like being on an elevator for two days, all looking in the same direction. The room we are sitting in is a bit something. Clearly a nod to generic euro-aristo, fake faded tapestries, gold trim on cream wall, far too many bevelled mirrors. The site of wedding parties – grannies have sat where I have sat ecstatic at the match and finding themselves surprisingly beyond their two wine limit. High school pals have proven themselves less than they were remembers. Five hundred bands that have not made it have not made it here. The room shows it bit. The aged gold upholstry has aged more than intended, gone pilly. Faux antique finish now looks less faux but not antique either. Beers have spilled on this carpet and been cleaned up again.


Many still keen early on

Conference orgaization has always interested me in in how it is as mannered and structed as a high Anglican mass. Who decided we need to meet like this? A few years ago I discussed creating a consultancy in disruptive converence giving, playing with the format, the book of common prayer, with the goal of making people think and learn. It only got as far as me saying and writing “zymurgy” whenever “synergy” was expected and even likely still heard.


Fast-talking man needs to get more information out after lunch is over

Two presenters present two ends of the scale. A hyper interested fast talker cannot get all his ideas out. He sounds like a bobolink, his words falling upon each other. He should attempt multiple information streams, speaking about one thing, his power point slides working on another theme, the hand-outs giving more on something else. He could be flanked by two blue-glow screens on different subjects, his pace and volume steadily increasing. Another speaker is from MegCo and he is grabbing us with the topic “what is outsourcing” – he is a good speaker but someone else, a committee perhaps, wrote his script, told him to run TV ads as part of the presentation. Apparently, “key consultants say that outsourcing has great growth potential” – dandy. Twice he refers to his power point lap top as being “McGivered” and says that we have to bear with him. How would disruptive conference consulting deal with this moment? Someone in the crowd might laugh too much at the ads and say out loud “hahaha – I saw that on TV!” If the speaker is a “recognized leader” does that make those in attendence at the conference “recognized followers”?


Friday afternoon the seats start to empty

I am a fidgetter. I fidget. I move to the back of the room so I can get up fuss with my papers, go get a juice when the speaker is not on an area that applies to me like the jurisdiction of a tribunal I cannot reach. By the end of Friday afternoon, even the speaker jokes about we who remain.

Hydrogen Scooter

I saw this on Boing and wondered what are we waiting for? A zippy machine that drinks split water and runs by reforming it and doesn’t make you look like a dork like the mythical but seemingly world-winning and innovative except if you want to do something other than drive it around a parking lot Segway.

As if a Quadrophenia would ever be written about Segway riding.

Dell Inquisition

Next time you are subject to a service tech guy going through a list of 273 apparently innane questions before getting to the one that you think is the problem with your so-cheap-it-would-cost-less-to-buy-another printer, just remember that once in a while #157 or so is the question that asks:

Sir, are there any other obstructions near your printer’s roller like, say, a tiny toy?

Oh yes, that tiny toy I had not noticed for weeks is jammed there under the roller. Ummm…I’m just gonna hang up now. Bye. No, thank you. Bye.

Technology

While I’ve been away on a short but richly deserved holiday, Gen X at 40 HQ has been busy installing what our executive has described as technology. We trust we are adding some of the finest technology available with the hope of bringing you better blogging to meet the dynamic demands of the future.