$1 may not seem like much but in two years I've been using the service my trips have averaged around $5, making this a 20% price increase. Coincidentally, 20 is also the percentage of my recent rentals which worked properly.
Everybody who's used the service in the last few months will tell you that rentals just don't want to end. No matter where in the city you are, the tiny cars will announce they're having trouble "connecting", leaving you to wait on hold with customer service until a sad representative can tell you they'll take care of it. If you're only using Car2Go to get places when you're in no particular hurry and desperately want to talk to a frustrated stranger on the phone, it's a great feature.
I've gotten different stories from different reps, but they're all unified that Car2Go is upgrading their systems to fix the problem. That's what they said when the problem started months ago, that's what they told me last week. So right in the middle of debilitating technical problems, the clown-car service decided it was a good time to add 20% to the cost of rides because that's what we were clamoring for. At least it's cheap to wreck them, though, and at least you'll know the rental is over.
On the other hand, I'd like to thank Car2Go for adding the bike racks. I really do like those.
A few days ago, HBO aired the episode of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver in which Oliver went to Russia to hang out with Edward Snowden. It was fucking great. And it was also significantly more... ah... welcoming than, say, a certain full-length documentary about the horrifying dystopian reality of America's surveillance state? Getting people to watch the remarkable Citizenfour was like pulling teeth—probably because, as Oliver noted, Americans would rather talk about anything else. Which, I mean, kind of makes sense, really: Most people like watching comedies, not movies about how we're all fucked.
ON THE OTHER HAND, people love watching John Oliver—you don't have to pull any teeth to get people to watch John Oliver!—so maybe that Last Week Tonight will help remind people how important and terrifying our current reality is. And today, via The Intercept, comes a heads up about a bonus scene from the episode, in which Snowden tries—so valiantly tries—to teach John Oliver how to use better passwords.
Here's the whole Snowden episode, just in case you haven't watched it yet. (You should really watch it.)
There are a lot of good reasons to stop using Facebook—being a monumental waste of time is but one—and now we can add "possible demonic possession" to the list. Hilarious religious person Pat Robertson weighed in on the subject when asked if it's biblically okay to post ultrasound photos of unborn babies on Facebook. [WHY IS ANYONE WONDERING THIS???] Anyway, while Pat concedes there's nothing "biblically" wrong with it, there are demons and cults "muttering curses" running around loose in the world—and who knows what they're going to do with that photo? In other words, sad lonely people with way too much time on your hands... PANIC!!!
As many of you didn't care a little while ago, I broke my new phone. I mourned the way I always do, by complaining on Twitter. At first I was actually trying to get customer service, but when Motorola proved immune to my cries, I just started venting at them to make myself feel better. It culminated in this gem:
@alex_falcone: @MotorolaSupport If your only response is that your phones are fragile, maybe you can recommend a better brand? @SamsungMobile? @HTCUSA?"
Yeah, it was kindof a dick thing to say. But here's the silly thing: While Motorola continued ignoring me, HTC's social media team jumped in and won the day.
@HTCUSA: @alex_falcone We're here to take up that challenge; have you met the #HTCOneM8 yet?
A perfect brand Tweet: on message, used the hashtag, and included a semicolon to prove the Twitter Intern was an English major. But not super helpful because I'd just signed a new contract to get my #FragileMotoX and couldn't buy a competing phone. So I tried a long shot. I told them I couldn't buy a new phone now, but "maybe you can cut me a deal."
And much to my surprise...
@HTCUSA:@alex_falcone Who knows: maybe we can? Would you kindly DM us your shipping info?"
I started with a legitimate complaint, changed to being a dick, then changed again to fishing for free shit. I'm not saying it's a good way to live your life—but IT WORKED. A week later, a suspiciously large package showed up that contained a gift bag with a shiny new phone in it.
Not only did they send me a free phone just for complaining on Twitter, they paid extra to ship it a ridiculous gift bag. (Your mileage may vary.) Maybe I just killed the goose that killed the golden M8. Maybe they had a couple left over because they're releasing a new model in a few weeks. Maybe HTF only did it because I'm famous and they thought I'd write about it here. (It worked! The phone's great, but Sense UI is supes ugly. Thanks!)
But holy shit, it's worth it. Twitter hasn't proven very effective at fixing racism or sexism, but it's the first place where you should bring your minor problems—like broken phones.
But over the holidays I learned what true pain is because I dropped my brand new smart phone and watched the life wink out of it. Forever.
My last phone survived a fall from my pocket while I was biking at speed without a single scratch, but my 2nd Gen Moto X couldn't hold up to the riggers of a modern living room. They don't advertise this, but apparently it's entirely held together by gossamer threads of silk and a child's laughter. A mere three weeks after buying it, it fell two feet and the display imploded. On Christmas no less, because Santa Claus giveth and he taketh away.
It's been a tragic week since it happened. I missed numerous photo ops on Christmas including dog-opens-present-before-his-turn and baby-has-bow-on-head; I have no idea how many steps I've taken without my tracking app—I could be stuck in a hole or I could have finished a marathon, I just don't know; and when I watched a movie I was repeatedly told to put my phone on silent but all I could think about was how phone had already been silenced. Permanently.
And despite what the technophobes around you will say, I assure you if your phone breaks you won't spend more time interacting with people. You'll be too busy missing your phone.
Tech support at Motorola was worse than useless. I was told, "The more expensive the phone, the more fragile it is." While I appreciate the honesty, that is INSANE. You are basically required to put a hideous $2 case on a beautifully designed $700 product unless you want it to have the lifespan of a monarch butterfly. But that's what I'll have to do. I used to think "better to have loved and lost than to have used a cell phone case" but that was because I'd never lost. Turns out it sucks.
... ummm... which you probably can't watch unless you're in either a relatively small group of people, or a goddamn thief. Why? Because unless you live in England, like to steal stuff off the internet, or are a DirecTV subscriber, you won't be able to watch the Black Mirror Christmas Special tomorrow on Christmas day. Here in the states, this 90 minute long creepy special will only be broadcast on DirectTV's Audience Network at 9:30 pm on December 25. Why should you give a flip? Because the British series Black Mirror (which you can watch on Netflix) is AWWWWESOME! Here's a bit I wrote about it in I Love Television™:
• Black Mirror (Netflix, all the damn time). You've probably already had seven to you should believe them! This British sci-fi anthology series (which is like The Twilight Zone for techno-paranoids) tells new stories every episode about the awesomeness and terror of modern-day technology—and I'd tell you more, but it would just take away from the beauty and horror of what you're gonna witness. Just watch it and thank me—and those other seven to nine people.
And the Black Mirror Christmas Special is shaping up to be just as creepily wonderful. Here's what Slate says about it:
Our protagonist, Matthew, is played pitch-perfectly by Jon Hamm in grinning, slightly smarmy mode. As the episode begins, he has been holed up in an endless snowstorm with Joe (Rafe Spall), a laconic, fragile man, for five years, and they are all but ignoring each other. But today is Christmas, there’s a holiday song on the radio, and Matthew wants to chat while cooking a Christmas dinner—anything would be preferable to the boredom. What then unfolds are three distinct stories embedded within the larger narrative frame of their conversation. The first makes clear what Matthew is doing in this frigid place, the second depicts his former day job, and the third explains what Joe is doing there as well, all three stories interlocking and building upon one another with increasingly elegant horror.
I'm sure it will come to Netflix eventually, but if you have a chance to catch it now? CATCH IT NOW. In the meantime, watch the rest of Black Mirror on Netflix—especially if your preferences run toward a "dark Christmas."
On the surface—and assuming it (A) comes into being, and (B) catches on—byHeart appears to another way to quantify, rate, and share/brag about one's experiences rather than just experiencing them. I was thinking about this kind of thing when hiking on Sunday, when I realized I felt weirdly obligated to take a picture of a waterfall and put it on Instagram, crossposting to my increasingly moribund Twitter and Facebook pages as I did so. It's a weird feeling, to feel like something doesn't really "count" unless it's documented or ranked or shared somehow, but that's how that impulse felt. As much as I value seeing what certain other people are up to (and, to be fair, as much as I sometimes value documenting what I'm up to), I've been trying to ease back on it lately to see what, if any, difference it makes. I've been experimenting with a distraction-free iPhone, and so far, I generally like doing so, even though I still get a weird, almost unconscious desire to point my attention at Twitter whenever I have a down moment. Something like byHeart—where you're cataloguing and ranking your responses to things without even being aware that you're doing so—seems to go in directly the opposite direction.
Ellis added this note:
Here's a fun idea. Remember Facebook's experiment in emotional contagion? Deliberately setting some people's Facebook timelines to show only sad things, to see what it did to them? Imagine an emotional-contagion experiment where they could access your heartrate off your smartwatch too.
I think about what it would be like to watch a movie with byHeart running on my wrist—looking down to gauge if its findings matched my feelings in realtime, and/or looking at the app as the credits roll and considering if the data conforms to my emotions about the film—and I feel a pang of technodread. I'm hardly a Luddite when it comes to computers or medicine or books or movies (or food, for that matter), but things like byHeart are weird, unexpected reminders that the manner in which we experience media might be unrecognizably different in 20, 30, 40 years. I'm both curious and skeptical about what it'll be like.
Related, kind of:
Every once in a while it's good to skim through your spam folder to see if you're missing anything important and to learn what new techniques spammers have developed. It was during one of these routine checks that I discovered my favorite spam tactic I've ever seen. It's the Eternal Sunshine trick, where the email starts by telling me that I already did something that I have no memory of. For example:
I got your voicemail yesterday about the stokc tip you want, sorry I couldnt pick up the phone
First, admire the use of "stokc" to try to evade capture by Gmail. If I thought this email was genuine I'd have to believe that this guy isn't great at spelling but is a genius at picking stokcs. Come on. He's a stokc broker. That's the one word he definitely needs to know.
But also admire the memory trick. He starts by telling me I left a voicemail with him even though I don't remember it. I wasn't convinced, but he went on.
sorry I couldnt pick up the phone I was on with the wife you know how she is.
Oh right! I have no memory of calling you, but yeah. I know how "the wife" is. That does sound like me.
you know how she is. But please next time don't call the house line, I would prefer if you come in to my office instead. In person is always better. Anyway your timing is impeccable you are very lucky. There's this insane little company…
I'm really starting to dislike the person I forgot I was. I'm my broker at home, which is rude, to ask for something illegal, and I'm doing it while he's on the phone with his wife (who isn't home, you know how she is). I'm a monster!
Frighteningly, he isn't my only friend I've forgotten about recently.
Hello brother! how are you? I remembered that you asked me where I buy my medication with 60% discount? there's a lot of drugs, including for us, mens :-)
I can't even remember the people I've asked about buying medication with a 60% discount. My life is out of control! Thank you so much for reminding me, Bro Spammer!
And thank god there are finally some drugs for us mens, right? Before, all drugs have just been for those womens but now we're finally equal! What's next? Sports that are just for mens??
hey, sweet boy ;) remember me from snapchat? :*
Whats up? Where have you been? Come on my profile, i am online now!
lets have sexy time, like before :*
I'm been having sexy time too? I am Tyler Durden!
Now if you excuse me, I've got a profile to go come on.
I've got hundreds more like this. It's like spammer best practices now. They must be at conferences drinking hotel coffee and listening to talks like "Massive Memory Loss and Gullibility in the American Mens". Now that is a smart conference. I only wish I could buy stokc in these people.
PORTLANDER JIM ABELES is the proud owner of "the world's largest collection of Apple prototypes"—many of which will be on display for Design Week in an exhibit appropriately called Apple Prototype Collection: An Exhibit of Unreleased Apple Products. While the name might come off as a bit clinical, for those who grew up on Apple products, it's an entertaining trip down memory lane, as well as a very interesting peek at "what might have been." The former owner of a small Mac-based software company here in Portland, Abeles has been collecting the prototypes since 2002, and has built a collection 200 pieces strong. He was nice enough to geek out with us on the subject.
MERCURY: Is your collection really "the world's largest" collection of Apple prototypes?
JIM ABELES: It's the largest I know of. There's one guy in Japan and another in Russia who are rumored to have epic Apple collections, including rare prototypes. I've made contact with the guy in Japan, but he wasn't very communicative. And the Russian guy is pretty secretive. That all sounds way more intriguing than the reality of three nerds competing with each other to collect as many Apple rarities as possible.
What got you interested in collecting Apple prototypes?
When I started collecting, it was kind of a nostalgia thing. The first computer I used regularly was a Macintosh Plus. And the first one I owned was an SE—which was a college graduation gift from my parents. Over the years, I regretted selling it. Well, one of the guys I worked with knew I was looking for an old SE and one day he walked into the office with one and handed it to me. He told me it was for sale for one dollar at a Macintosh swap meet. The best part was how he proudly told me he waited until the end of the night and the seller accepted his offer of 50 cents.
In the last few days my Facebook feed (and I’m assuming yours, too) has been clogged with posts about Ello, a new social networking site that’s aiming to be the anti-Facebook (its tagline is "simple, beautiful, & ad-free"). Initially, my instinct was to ignore it. (Do we really need another social media site to replace
Friendster Myspace Facebook?) And then I gave in to peer pressure.
Like Facebook and Gmail in its early days, you need to be invited to Ello by someone who’s already joined. I contacted one of my friends via Facebook (d’oh) and asked for an invite. The whole process from maybe-I-should-join-this to now-I’ve-got-another-goddamn-social-media-account took about 20 seconds. At least it gets an A+ for ease in signing up.
More after the jump...
But you know... in his defense...
Okay, there's no defense.
Bret Larson, CNN's "Tech Analyst"—which I suppose doesn't necessarily mean he's an "expert"... he's just analyzing (or looking at and thinking about) tech things—did his best to explain to viewers about the recent nude photo leaking scandal, but apparently thinks that 4chan is an actual person. Also, did Bret just admit to taking nude pics of himself?? OH, CNN! You're funny!
I've been skeptical of bluetooth speakers—not for any audiophile reasons, but just because I couldn't ever think of a situation where I'd need one. I spent a bunch of time and effort wiring my home for sound, including the back deck, and I can control what's playing via wifi, whether it's a dusty record on the turntable or a brand-new album streaming from Spotify on my phone. It's a pretty slick setup, and it's exactly what I wanted in terms of what I could afford, cobbled together from older speakers and components and a pretty versatile amplifier. But when a rep from AT&T emailed me and asked if he could send me a Mini Jambox for review, how could I say no?
The Mini Jambox is the newer version of the Jambox, a portable, reasonably powerful bluetooth speaker that made a splash when it debuted a few years ago. The Mini is smaller, of course, but from what I can tell, not much of the power has been sacrificed. Having not been a bluetooth-speaker user prior to scoring the Mini, I can't really compare it to its bigger brother—or to other bluetooth speakers in general—but I can say that, as a skeptic, I was quickly swayed into the advantages of portable speakers in general, and the Mini Jambox in particular.
First of all, it's stupid-easy to use. You basically turn the speaker on, switch on bluetooth on your phone or iPad, and they find each other. This makes it easy for your friends to connect with it, too, so they can easily play you something special they've got loaded on their phone. When you turn it on, the Mini Jambox makes this incredibly satisfying electronic "whhhhhhWOOSHHHPKFFFF" sound that's loud enough to make the speaker rumble in your hand. It's kinda sick.
If you have booked the Inn for a wedding or other type of event anywhere in the region and given us a deposit of any kind for guests to stay at USGH there will be a $500 fine that will be deducted from your deposit for every negative review of USGH placed on any internet site by anyone in your party and/or attending your wedding or event. If you stay here to attend a wedding anywhere in the area and leave us a negative review on any internet site you agree to a $500 fine for each negative review.
Of course now the Union Street Guest House Yelp page is home to a ton of negative reviews from people who had never previously even heard of the USGH. Because if there's one thing the internet loves, it's dispensing street justice, so long as the "street justice" only requires filling out an online form with a brief, smug rant expressing outrage. Mission accomplished, internet. You can take a fifteen minute break until Shia LaBeouf says something stupid around noon.
On Tuesday, I told you about ReaganBook, the new social network for conservatives. ReaganBook's biggest selling point was that it could be a home for conservatives who have been flagged for hate speech after posting anti-gay tirades on Facebook. "They kick people off for having an unpopular belief like being in favor of [straight] marriage," founder Janet Porter said when she introduced ReaganBook.
By Tuesday night, ReaganBook was full of internet pranksters starting accounts for Manuel Noriega and Barack Obama and God and Adolf Hitler and the devil. They were posting .gifs of all kinds of porn—gay porn mostly, but because this is the internet also scat porn. The few people complaining about "liberal trolls" were mocked endlessly by sarcastic right-wing parodies using ALL CAPS and obvious misspellings. It was the sort of beautiful, ugly madness you find when the internet comes across a shiny white wall with "Do Not Graffiti" signs posted all around it.
I wish I'd taken screen grabs of the whole site, because now ReaganBook is offline. Going to the site only brings up this message:
Thank you to all those who participated in the pre-release of ReaganBook.com Your participation is helping us build a more secure site. Thank you! Please be patient while we make the necessary changes to keep the site free from obscenity, pornography, and those intent on the destruction of life, liberty, and the family. We will be opening the doors again soon with additional protections in place. As Reagan taught us, trust, but verify.
This from the site that started as a protest of another site's speech rules? So much for free speech! You know, I can remember when ReaganBook used to mean something.
For years now, politicians as diverse as Newt Gingrich and Angus King have proposed giving laptops to every single public school student. At WNYC, Jill Barshay reports on a free laptop program at Hoboken Junior Senior High School. Spoiler alert: Five years later, the program is ending.
By the time Jerry Crocamo, a computer network engineer, arrived in Hoboken’s school system in 2011, every seventh, eighth and ninth grader had a laptop. Each year, a new crop of seventh graders were outfitted.
Crocamo’s small tech staff was quickly overwhelmed with repairs.
We had “half a dozen kids in a day, on a regular basis, bringing laptops down, going ‘my books fell on top of it, somebody sat on it, I dropped it,’ ” said Crocamo.
Screens cracked. Batteries died. Keys popped off. Viruses attacked. Crocamo found that teenagers with laptops are still… teenagers.
“We bought laptops that had reinforced hard-shell cases so that we could try to offset some of the damage these kids were going to do,” said Crocamo. “I was pretty impressed with some of the damage they did anyway. Some of the laptops would come back to us completely destroyed.”
There are way more accounts of the carnage inflicted by these kids on the laptops at WNYC. Like any story involving education, there's a possibility that some moron could interpret this experience as a sign that no children anywhere should have access to technology. That's not the point of this story. The point is that children are children—hell, people are people—and that you can't predict and prepare for the worst thing that will happen. But if the kids were given technology under adult supervision, to use only at school, there would likely be fewer laptop-wrecking shenanigans. The best solution to our problems with education is not more technology—it's a combination of technology and enthusiastic, compassionate human interaction.
Get a load of these white-hairs laughing at Facebook marching in a Pride parade at the ReaganBook announcement:
ReaganBook is "a Facebook for patriots," but it really ought to be called "a Facebook for bigots," since one of the main selling points for ReaganBook is that it will allow you to spread hate speech. (They refer to their lax policy on hate speech as "tearing down walls of tyranny, or censorship.") Right now, ReaganBook is a laggy mess of a site, but I'm sure that it will one day eclipse Facebook in popularity, the same way Conservapedia has become a much more popular destination site than Wikipedia ever was or ever will be. Or maybe it'll just be a way to cash in on some internet advertising for a while before ReaganBook's core audience dies off.
In any case, I joined ReaganBook to see what was up. You can friend me at reaganbook.com/Ayn_Randy/. The e-mail I received from ReaganBook when I joined reads as follows, in its entirety:
Hello Paul Constant,
Thanks for joining our community!
Site Name [sic]
And right now, ReaganBook seems to be made up almost entirely of people trolling ReaganBook.
Welcome to the internet, conservatives!
(Via Right Wing Watch.)
Facebook Chief Operating Officer Sheryl Sandberg issued a deft non-apology for Facebook's user experiments:
COO Sheryl Sandberg called the experiment "poorly timed" and went on to apologize, reports The Wall Street Journal. "This was part of ongoing research companies do to test different products, and that was what it was; it was poorly communicated," said Sandberg. "And for that communication we apologize. We never meant to upset you."
Somehow, I don't think that's going to do anything to calm the people who are very upset about the experiments.
I'm hoping this is a hoax. Says hot tipper Matt Hickey...
I've never been of either the "masturbate to your significant other" or "use a Fleshlight" type, but I can't help but wonder if the lady in the video knows what he is doing. Does he need consent? Should he inform her? Is there an opposite dildo case for her to use? What happens of you put them together? You should give bonus points to anyone using one of these in HUMP!
Yes: bonus points to anyone who anyone who works one of these things into their HUMP! video—details on making and submitting a video for HUMP! here—but my main problem with this device, if it exists and someone were to use it as intended, is... um... motion sickness? Vertigo? And won't your friend on the other end of that Skype session wonder why you're suddenly moving up and down?
Everyone knows that blogs are dead. (Uh, except for this blog, obviously.) And I've been noticing a lot of newsletters popping up lately. I've subscribed to a couple newsletters in the last few months—I enjoy Warren Ellis's newsletter, Orbital Operations, which includes a little bit of self-promotion but also contains a lot of interesting thinking about the writing of comic books. And Lena Dunham on Twitter introduced me to The Skimm, which is a very short daily briefing-style e-mail that covers a handful of major news stories a day, explaining the context and origins of the day's news in easy-to-understand language.
Rebecca Greenfield, writing for Fast Company, traces the return of the internet newsletter to the death of Google Reader. A representative from [newsletter hosting service] TinyLetter told her that there was an uptick in users just as Google pulled the plug last year. Some of us switched to other RSS readers, nevertheless a number of bloggers saw their community and traffic take a hit, and posted less as a result. (By the way, Aaron Straup Cope has a tool to read TinyLetters with RSS). Sara Watson told me TinyLetter is one of the sponsors for “99% invisible,” a podcast with an audience of a number of bloggers and former bloggers. There’s another reason why people are turning to newsletters to publish content now: it is a not-quite public and not-quite private way to share information.
McNeil's piece also includes links to a bunch of interesting-sounding newsletters, many of which I've signed up for. Newsletters are something I look forward to, a more intimate way to learn about the news, one perspective at a time. This isn't an either-or proposition—no matter what the headlines say, blogs aren't going to go extinct, because some stories are best suited for a blog format—but I'm glad to see this very different style of writing make a comeback.
"A new trend in offices across the country: More and more people are switching to fetal position desks so that hey can curl up in a ball while they work!"
Here's the announcement: Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos showed off the Fire Phone, the first smartphone produced by Amazon. Andrew Cunningham at Ars Technica writes:
The phone has a 4.7-inch IPS display with 590 nits maximum brightness and an "HD" resolution, which usually means 720p. This isn't the biggest or highest-resolution phone there is, but Amazon says it has been "optimized for one-handed use." The phone has a rubberized frame, a glass back, anodized aluminum buttons, and Gorilla Glass 3 protecting the display from scratches and other damage...it uses a quad-core 2.2GHz SoC with an Adreno 330 GPU and 2GB of RAM, which probably means we're looking at a Snapdragon 800 or 801 chip. It's also got a 13MP camera with a f/2.0 five element lens and optical image stabilization...
The phone also has a feature called "Firefly" that, Shazam-like, can recognize a song at the press of a button. But Firefly can also recognize video, artwork, bar codes, and other cues, which The Verge explains on their live-blog as...
...the fastest "Hey I see that thing I want to buy that thing" machine ever made by human hands. Push a button, buy the thing I'm looking at. It's kind of stunning if you think about it. And terrifying.
Lastly, the phone has a 3D-like interface that allows you to scroll by tilting the phone. You can also see more information on maps and in photographs by moving the phone around, too. It's available exclusively on AT&T and it'll cost $199.99 with a two-year contract. So...
People! It is NOT COOL to make fun of people wearing Google Glass! However, when The Daily Show's Jason Jones meticulously eviscerates a group of "glassholes," the feeling I get is... oh, what is it... ah. Wonder and a strange sense of relief. (If you have stock in Google Glass you may want to unload it. Like NOW.)
The battle between Amazon and Hachette heated up even more yesterday, when two great things happened: Paul Constant published a strong piece in our sister paper The Stranger, "It's Time to Turn Your Back on Amazon," that not only summed up the Amazon/Hachette fight but laid out, in pretty fucking stark terms, "why the online giant's fight with a publisher signals the end of guilt-free Amazon purchases." Read the whole thing, but the short version: Anyone paying even the slightest bit of attention over the past few weeks now finds it all but impossible to overlook how sketchy Amazon is.
Then, last night on The Colbert Report, Stephen Colbert (who's published by Hachette, natch) switched gears, going from making promotional videos for Amazon to declaring himself "not just mad at Amazon" but "mad prime." Then he brought out Sherman Alexie, and the two of them encouraged Colbert viewers to buy Edan Lepucki's new (Hachette) novel California—not from Amazon, but from Powell's. And to let everybody know about it. Then this happened.
Hi Colbert fans! Our site is going a little slow bc there are SO MANY of you but don't worry, we'll get all your orders! Thank you!
— Powell's Books (@Powells) June 5, 2014
I'll be the first to admit that—like most people I know—I'm in pretty deep with Amazon by now, as far as media consumption goes: When I read ebooks, I read them on a Kindle; when I read digital comics, it's via the Amazon-owned Comixology; I keep track of what I'm reading and have read via the Amazon-owned Goodreads; I've been watching Louie and Cosmos on Amazon Instant Video; when I buy Blu-rays, I do so through Amazon. For me at least, one of the things that's made it hard to break away from Amazon is the seamlessness of its various delivery systems—and the fact that the alternatives to Amazon (Apple for video, Kobo or Apple for ebooks) aren't exactly the kind of upstanding companies I want to throw my money at, either. (Read Alison's post about Powell's relationship with Kobo here.)
Thanks to Amazon's dominance, there aren't a lot of comparable, easy, and feel-good alternatives out there for many of the digital services a lot of us have become accustomed to*. But if the past few days have shown anything, it's that we need to start finding some.
*They're called "bookstores," Erik. —Eds
That's why I said "digital," Alison. —Eds.
Over there, being able to disappear from a search engine (eventually) is now a right:
Europe’s highest court said on Tuesday that people had the right to influence what the world could learn about them through online searches, a ruling that rejected long-established notions about the free flow of information on the Internet.
A search engine like Google should allow online users to be “forgotten” after a certain time by erasing links to web pages unless there are “particular reasons” not to, the European Court of Justice in Luxembourg said.
Like a Supreme Court Decision, decisions of the Court of Justice can't be appealed. In the New York Times story linked above, a Harvard professor calls this ruling "a bad solution to a very real problem, which is that everything is now on our permanent records." But, he and others have not yet consulted the high court of Blogtown.
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