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Monday, September 18, 2021

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Podjacking, we hardly knew ye. Some even less than others:

I say: “Have you heard of PodJacking?”
She says: “No.”

I explain it was this brief fad where complete strangers would kind of randomly switch ipod jacks for a few seconds, check out each other’s music, and move on.

She was like: “Is that an old people thing?”

No, the old people version of podjacking probably has something to do with swapping hearing aids, to see if they work and/or who’s deafer than who. I can see the cause for confusion, though.

Besides, I think podjacking was killed off due to a technical reason: The auto-pause feature now featured on newer iPod models. I imagine the need to start the playback again once the jack is re-inserted takes a lot of the spontaneity out of the whole maneuver. I guess Apple’s hatin’ on the jack.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/18/2006 11:31pm
Category: Society, iPod
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Dude — Nickelodeon has been around for 27 years now?

Wow. That means that the tykes who were glued to that channel way back when are now all grown up, and having kids of their own… Who are now, also, watching Nickelodeon (or more likely, Nick Jr.). Bonding potential aplenty!

The network honchos are well-acquainted with how much today’s young adults cling to the trapping of their youth, to the point of vicariously re-living experiences through their offspring. That’s why Nick parent Viacom is aggressively pursuing social networking connections with those come-of-age kids, capitalizing on what should be a life-long affinity with the network.

First step: ParentsConnect.com, a watering hole for trading rugrat-rearing tips. It takes a village, right? One whose collective braincells were burned with cathode rays…

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/18/2006 10:57pm
Category: Social Media Online, Society, TV
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Tonight, for the first time since moving up from Tampa Bay, I made a meal out of grouper. Bought at a local grocer, seasoned just enough, and broiled just right.

And I gotta say: It was the best damned piece of grouper fish I’ve had, maybe ever.

How can that be, when I’m a thousand miles away from Florida, the land of grouper? Maybe it just seems like tonight’s plate was exceptionally good, owing to the length of time I went without partaking of it.

Or it could be that, as I recall, that the bulk of the Sunshine State’s finest fresh grouper, paradoxically, gets shipped to New York and other northern states, while the place of origin gets stuck with the frozen and overseas variety. I confess that that long-ago fishy exposé came to mind as I was enjoying my seafood; I guess I got a firsthand demonstration of how true it is.

I guess I’ll be loading up on grouper a bit more, now that I’m fairly assured of the quality.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/18/2006 10:29pm
Category: Florida Livin', Food, New Yorkin'
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