I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Now even if you’re not on Facebook you’ll end up ‘in’ Facebook whether you like it or not:
messages from people not in your social network are shuffled into another mailbox. The system will get smarter over time, so that even people you aren’t friends with on Facebook, but communicate often with, will show up in the stream
In short, our bot detection tools have borne themselves out here very nicely. The tools always indicated that the player appeared human despite ever-increasing hours of play and concurrent tables. Now, through our observations, we’ve independently confirmed those findings.
The most useful iDevice tool has been updated, with a killer enhancement:
The list now indicates approximate article length and progress with a row of dots, similar to how it’s done on a Kindle’s home screen. The more dots, the longer the article is, and darkened dots indicate approximately how far you’ve read in the article.
Survey of US commercial radio rotation of Kate Perry.
Depressing stat #1: 39 minutes between KP plays
Depressing stat #2: 184 unique songs per week
Depressing stat #3: 7 songs per hour average
So say each hour you get 25 minutes of music, of which one is bound to be KP and the others you will certainly have heard before, and 35 minutes of guff & garbage.
So, no matter where you are, if you have a radio, you can tune into the local top-40 radio station, and you’ll need to wait, on average, only about 40 minutes until a Katy Perry song comes on. Good to know.
Commercial radio is a travesty. All hail local, government, and indie radio.
Murdoch’s Times has ~50,000 online pay subscribers. The Guardian has 37 million readers. Interestingly the Times paywall seems to have decreased the number of print subscribers, something Guardian editor Alan Rusbridger didn’t predict:
Well that’s the strange thing that no-one really foresaw coming. I mean I thought that if you switched off other, all other forms of getting The Times and Sunday Times digitally that the print sales would go up but it turns out that in fact The Times figures are sliding faster than anybody else in the quality market, which suggests to me that we overlook the degree to which the digital forms of our journalism act as a kind of sort of marketing device for the newspapers. And that if you put a gigantic wall around your content and disappear from the general chatter and conversation about your content then people forget to buy the paper as well. So it’s a kind of double whammy.
I saw this movie when I was much younger, having heard it was an American classic, and didn’t really get it. I do now - the benefit of getting older I guess.
Jack Nicholson is fabulous as a man running from everything. He’s amazing, restless, pained and painful, but utterly compelling. Roger Ebert puts it best, saying “There’s not a scene where he’s comfortable with the people around him, not a moment when he feels at home.”
It’s the beginning of 1970’s indie US cinema - not plot driven, character driven, and beautifully shot. Four stars, maybe five.
A lot of players and coaches can look at film afterward and point their finger at the exact moment when a game slipped away, but Jordan could tell instantly, even as it was happening. It was, Armstrong thought, as if he were in the game playing and yet sitting there studying it and completely distanced from it.
I could write about old timers trying to stay relevant (Ferry vs Plant: Fight!). Or a list of those with fully intact egos. Or stupid drama. How good Zero History was (mostly). How complicated Infinite Jest is (and yet). About addiction.