London's Q magazine prepared for Michael Jackson's series of sold-out shows with a cover package that appears to take the piss out of the singer. The thing is, the issue went to press before Jackson died last week, but will only hit newsstands this week. Hence, a somewhat apologetic note from editor Paul Rees on the Q site:
As such, we have had no opportunity to change any of the editorial
content within the issue. Such is the risk inherent in producing a
monthly magazine – that events may overtake a story that you are
If you do take offence to any part of the issue in light of Michael Jackson’s tragic passing, I can only apologise on behalf of Q. Hopefully, you will understand that no offence was intended or meant.
I suspect the magazine will sell well in the UK ... although I bet some consumers will be wondering why the death is never mentioned without figuring out the publication schedule.
I came across this live-in-the-studio performance New Order made of Performance, for a BBC 1 broadcast. I'm sure it was a hot day, but I wonder if Bernard Sumner might have rethought the shorts if he knew the video would have a life of its own 25 years later!
I'm a big Ricky Gervais fan. Love Tina Fey. Find Rob Lowe funny, especially in smarmy persona. Yet, did not laugh out loud once while watching trailer for upcoming The Invention of Lying. Hmmm. Hope to have expectations met.
The above illustrates how Amnesty International is using a bit of technology to grab people's attention. When a face looks away from the poster, the image shows a man about to strike a woman. When the face turns, the image changes to a normal-looking facade. The tag line is "It happens when nobody is watching." More on the award-winning campaign and the technology, which captures an impression of when someone is or is not directly facing the poster, can be read here.
A shot-for-shot remake of Thriller in St. John's... with the waterfront playing a starring role. Robert of Product of Newfoundland pointed me to this video, directed posted to Facebook by Philip David Hogan, of a video that you really oughtta see. The group, including Greg Pike playing Michael Jackson, went to some lengths to do a tribute on a low, low budget. The plan evidently had been to post the video at Halloween, but it's up now in light of Michael Jackson's death. Watch it here.
I've seen this clip of Sympathy for the Devil from the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus several times over the years, but didn't notice till now just how important percussion - shakers, congas and of course the Charlie Watts drum factory - was to the sound.
While I know from first-hand experience that some people at the CBC can crack a naughty pun, that kind of stuff doesn't get on the airwaves too much. Certainly, anyway, you don't expect to see ribald boxers at the CBC Shop.
A colleague snapped these for me at the shop in the Broadcast Centre.
"He shoots, he scores!" Indeed. And how about this one, about "High sticking"?
Hmmm! As my colleague put it, "At least they didn't have a pair that said 'Pullin' the goalie!' "
Incidentally, neither of this items appears to be listed in the online catalogue for the CBC shop. (Maybe some people are aroused by Nature of Things Tees. Who knows.) If you're in Toronto, you can check out the store by the Front Street address.
I do feel a bit sheepish about complaining about this too loudly - after all, I only read the New York Times online, and although we used to get the Sunday paper delivered here (albeit on Mondays), we dropped it because of the volume of unread paper - but I don't like knowing that the NYT is cutting its weekly acrostic. At least, that is, from the printed Sunday edition. More here, from Recovering Journalist.
Acrostics are my favourite puzzles, and by far the most relaxing. By dropping it, the NYT is basically relegating an artful form of puzzlemaking to a very marginal corner. It's still online, and while doing acrostics online is OK, the real fun does come in doing them with a pencil and paper, and literally puzzling it out. Online, you can tap your keyboard all too easily ... not nearly the same engagement for the brain.
I expect the local folks at the Chapters in St. John's to think independently (the ones I know, anyway), but I won't be surprised to see not-entirely-gentle pushes toward the picks of the "Chief Booklover."
Five years ago today, I published the first post on Dot Dot Dot. I didn't have much to say at the time, in retrospect, although at least I got the title right.
At that point, blogging was not even novel, and I had been toying with the idea of starting a blog. I'm still here, and I notice that many, many of the blogs I used to read then no longer are.
My rules haven't changed much. Because I'm a journalist, I can't and won't wade into political issues, and I keep most of my opinions to myself - at least on stuff I may have to write about one day. This is, indeed, really restrictive.
So, if I can't deal with all that, there's still plenty else, from my pop-culture diet to my professional interests in journalism (it's in the queue as "craft singles," one of many bad puns I've committed here) to ephemera like T-shirts and found objects. I may get back to incorporating a little more history here. In other words, a whole bunch of dots, sometimes actually connected to each other.
(The Dot Dot Dot, by the way, is about two things. It''s Morse code for the letter S, which is the message Guglielmo Marconi received in 1901 on Signal Hill, a place where my grandfather Bill Kelly worked for many years as a telegraph operator, presaging the professional interests I and others (my mom was a newspaper editor and my sister was the first female disc jockey in the province) in the family had in communications. Secondly, I use the ellipsis way too much when I write, so Dot Dot Dot is also a nod to something those close to me have had to put up with for years.)
I understand why blogs come and go. They can be fun and exhilarating, but they're also tiring. I've lasted in part by keeping most things very, very short, and by stocking up material I can drop over time. (An old editor's trick.)
Plus, I'm still having fun with it, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate hearing from dozens of people I've never actually met. (And thanks to my mom for keeping my traffic steady.)
On Monday, Royal Albert Hall in London will let spectators see some art that could be viewed otherwise only by staff, road crews and performers lingering in the loading bay, far below the stage. On the walls are graffiti-style depictions of people who have performed at the Albert Hall. More details of the LOAD exhbition here; click here for a set on Flickr of what it looks like.
Waterloo Sunset is one of my favourite songs, ever, and for that reason alone Ray Davies has always been a source of admiration. I was curious to learn yesterday that Davies is releasing a brand-new reworking of the best of his Kinks material - with a choir. (And, it turns out, a proper band, too.) I found this video of Davies singing Waterloo Sunset with the Crouch End Festival Chorus, recorded well before they headed to the studio.
Little Joy: didn't know much about them until recently, and even now I think of them as "the band with the drummer from the Strokes." (More on that backup-guy-moving-to-the-front thing here.) I went looking for a video, and found two; I prefer the newer one, further below, which fits the sunny optimism that comes across. The tone really fit the weather we've been having.
I laughed when I saw this Twitter-themed shirt. And while I'm delighted that the actor-comedian-writer-TV host is a Twitter celebrity, I'll admit that I'm not among those that Mr. Fry follows. Oh well. As seen here.
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.