Today on Storytellers Unplugged: Why digital publishing didn’t catch on 10 years ago–and why it might now. My rambling thoughts on why I think eBooks…well, the title pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?
I got to see Pink Floyd live once, during their Division Bell tour. Never saw them with Roger Waters, and I’ve never gone to see Waters solo even though the opportunity has presented itself a number of times. I liked the Live 8 gig they did a while back. Recently Gilmour joined Waters on stage for four songs during a charity concert, and Gilmour’s wife recorded the set from the audience. Sure, they’re showing their age (who isn’t?) but Wish You Were Here and Comfortably Numb stand the test of time as great songs.
I feel Tom Piccirilli’s frustration with Rubicon. He recently tweeted, “Rubicon, I have tried to love you, but you have left me cold, frustrated, and bored as if you were a $5 tranny whore. We’re through.” If there was anything else on in the same time slot, I might be tempted to agree. It’s burning so slowly there’s a threat it might snuff itself out. And yet I found this week’s installment intriguing because it demonstrated the real world importance of what these data analysts are doing. Most of the time it seems dull and dreary to them. At the end of the day, though, life and death decisions are being made based on their synopses and recommendations. Never more clearly to them than this week, when they were forced (on a rapidly shrinking deadline) to decide whether the data supported a strike on a known bad guy despite the fact that there would be collateral damage. Once that was all over, it was back to more tedious data crunching. The trip to Washington was entirely baffling, though. Will’s entire purpose for being there seemed to be to say as little as possible.
I thought I was getting a step ahead of the cops on The Closer last night. When they were interrogating the second guy from prison–the one who was acted as if he was sitting in front of a parole board, spouting all the right phrases to express remorse (at least, I hope he wasn’t just a bad actor. I assume he was a good actor playing a felon who was a bad actor…) When the lights started to go on and he asked Brenda to apologize to his victim’s wife, I thought that he and the wife were in on the killing together and that this was a way for him to pass a message. The garage door opener gimmick was pretty good, though Brenda was taking a huge chance that the perp hadn’t already changed the code back again.
