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Tuesday, August 22, 2021

I’m not going to pretend to comprehend the ins and outs of what Cleversafe does. Beyond the basic concept of dividing up digital data into 11 disparate chunks as a rock-solid encryption level, and approaching it as an open-source endeavor, the intricacies are simply beyond my ken.

But I like the idea of chopping up the bits and bytes of our digital detritus for safety’s sake. Seems fitting, somehow.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 08/22/2006 08:15:26 AM
Category: Creative, Tech
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Friday, August 18, 2021

No question, The Ballooner Rebbe is an accomplished balloon-sculpture artist. He can create cartoon characters with the best of them, and he’s a definite crowd-pleaser.

But c’mon, rebbe! (Or, if you prefer, rabbi.) Where’s the balloon-sculpted menorah? That little number shouldn’t just be a stock character in your repertoire — it should be the signature performer. Start twistin’!

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 08/18/2006 09:19:08 PM
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Monday, August 14, 2021

Ah, hell. I hate it when the New York Times scoops me.

I mean, technically, David Carr didn’t directly steal from me when he observed a disturbing trend of characterization for female reporter characters in three recently-released movies:

In “Scoop,” a Woody Allen movie that opened last month, Scarlett Johansson, playing the ingénue/reporter, reprises the cliché of journalism as a wordier version of the world’s oldest profession. Within the first five minutes of the film, she dons a pair of eyeglasses (to signify serious intent or, possibly, Diane Keaton) and then promptly sleeps with a source. “If I had used my feminine wiles to get the story,” she muses to a friend, that would have been O.K., but she comes away empty-handed.

Later in the film, when she gets a tip about a series of salacious murders that may have been committed by a young aristocrat, she quickly realizes the error of her ways: this time she not only seduces the intended target, but becomes his girlfriend, as well. In the end, she gets her man and the story to boot…

…and “Thank You for Smoking,” in which the female reporter not only hooks up with her source on approach, but then kicks him to the curb in print. This summer, even Lois Lane, the archetypal female journalist, not only beds her source but has his child. She is rewarded not with professional ridicule, but with a Pulitzer.

And he expands his thesis by pointing out other less-than-admirable reporter stereotypes, female and male. He even brings in “Tabloid Wars” as a contrast example (the pilot episode of which is available for free on iTunes, and waiting for my viewing on my iPod).

So why am I steamed? Because for the past week, I’ve had a mind to jot something here about those very three movie portrayals, all of which I caught in the movie theaters. It struck me as something of a misogynist streak in Hollywood: That a woman reporter can’t bag an interview without bagging the subject in bed. And furthermore, that this plot device was repeated across three very different movies, by three very different directors.

Instead, I procrastinated. And Carr, who gets paid for his jottings, goes and crafts his article, and looks like an insightful critic.

I mean, if I’d been more on the ball, I could have wondered if Carr had lifted my premise and expanded upon it. Or at the very least, figured he was on the same wavelength as me. Now, I got nothing to grouse about — despite appearances to the contrary…

Let this be a lesson. Don’t put off that brilliant blogging idea, lest you get scooped by a real reporter.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 08/14/2006 11:17:43 PM
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Sunday, August 13, 2021

What’s catchier: “Trimalchio in West Egg” or “The Great Gatsby”?

Well, duh.

The title can be the trickiest trick to turn; ask any news headline writer. Plenty of near-misses graced last century’s great works:

The arts and the media are filled with works conceived with different names. Margaret Mitchell thought about calling her novel of the Old South “Tote the Weary Load,” “Not in Our Stars” or “Bugles Sang True” before settling on “Gone With the Wind.” The editor Jann Wenner originally wanted to call Rolling Stone The Electric Newspaper. The creators of “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” seriously considered “Owl Stretching Time,” “The Toad Elevating Moment” and “Bunn, Wackett, Buzzard, Stubble and Boot” for their brainchild…

[Film producer David] Brown believes that the entertainment industry is currently in a naming slump. “Movie titles baffle me now because they’re watered down,” he said. “A title must be different and even crazy. You can’t mistake ‘Spamalot’ for anything else, even if you don’t know what it means. But ‘Bewitched’? Forget about it.”

That second part unsettles me, because it sounds like a pre-endorsement for the coming horror that is Snakes on a Plane. Despite my prediction that it’s already spent its hipness cache via Web saturation, I have a sinking feeling that it’ll do just well enough in its first week that it will indeed spawn a slew of brain-dead movie titles. Which, as a media junkie, I’ll have to endure.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 08/13/2006 08:51:41 PM
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Saturday, August 12, 2021

I don’t know why I never made the stylistic connection between the Jesus Fish car emblems and the support ribbon car magnets before now. Side-by-side, it’s so obvious.

Retail-wise, others already sniffed out the overlapping market potential.

Next step: Do a study of how many vehicles sport both ichthus and ribbon — particularly of the support-our-troops variety. I’m going to bet it’s a bunch.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 08/12/2021 06:37:40 PM
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Sunday, August 06, 2021

Esperanto was a washout, despite the best efforts of William Shatner.

So now, those wishing for a universal tongue are pinning their hopes on Globish. Far from being an polyglot of equivalent linguistics ala Esperanto, Globish is a vocabulary-simplified version of English, riding on that language’s dominance in today’s world.

That doesn’t mean that native English speakers would get a free ride:

As the world learns to deal with the domination of English, whether through Globish or the more-intensive language training proposed by the British Council report, it is native English speakers who could be in need of extra preparation. Though English fluency can seem like the key to the kingdom today, in the future, if there are two billion people who can speak English, the English speaker without knowledge of another language will be at a disadvantage.

[Swiss linguist Jacques] Lévy, who reviewed Globish for an online journal, said he liked its idea of reminding native English speakers that they cannot assume that the entire world is as fluent as they are. “The global English world is not a world where Anglophone people speak the same as they would at home,” he said. “We have to force native English speakers to limit the use of these tools.”

This assumes the average American or Aussie is verbose enough to have a need to ease up on his/her linguistic razzle-dazzle — not bloody likely.

This is premised upon the continued ascension of English on the Web and in business circles. That’s fine for now; what about later this century, when Chinese and Indian economic and political influence is expected to come to the fore? (In which case India might be expected to carry on the English-language continuity, albeit in a less-familiar strain.)

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 08/06/2021 11:40:04 PM
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Friday, August 04, 2021

We’ve all been exposed to William Golding’s “Lord of the Flies” in one form or another. If it wasn’t via the original book and/or the movie versions, then it was indirectly through countless takeoffs and parodies on the theme that our kinder socio-cultural mores are easily broken down once the civilized environment is removed.

But would it take something as dramatic as a desert-island scenario to instill base cruelty into formative psyches? Kenzaburo Oe’s novella “Prize Stock”, included in his “Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness” collection, presents a desensitizing process in rural wartime Japan that’s every bit as chilling, all the moreso because it takes place firmly within societal structures.

But I think that if you look back on the childhood Frog has described, it was already steeped in power and ugliness. Certainly the young girls whom Harelip terrorizes at the bathing pond wouldn’t call their circumstances innocent. Frog treats his younger brother with a degree of detachment, and even cruelty, that mirrors his father’s treatment of Frog. And let’s not even mention the women of the village, who are faceless and certainly powerless, which like everything else in this story seems completely intentional on Oe’s part. I guess I felt that Oe was illustrating, with that racial slur, Frog’s movement into adulthood, but that the story as a whole had done quite a good job of patiently puncturing any sentimental picture of childhood. For instance, Oe makes it clear that the kids’ view of the black airman is naive and even innocent, but he doesn’t temper their ugliness (”He’s like a person!”) or absolve them of its taint.

Sounds like a more nuanced treatment of Golding’s dynamic, and more unsettling because you don’t have to imagine as outlandish a set of circumstances. Fact is, the process occurs every single day, with different permutations, around the world.

I’m kicking myself now, because I just completed an order on Amazon, and I was looking for an extra ten-dollar item to throw in to qualify for the free Super Saver shipping (for which I’m an unabashed sucker). I really wish I had found Oe’s “Madness”, because it’s just the right price. I guess I can always place another order; or else, just try to find it in a library or bookstore around here.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 08/04/2021 06:07:44 PM
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Monday, July 17, 2021

deep-down dirty clean
I snapped this picture of a package of Ultra Slut Body Detergent ages ago; when I saw it sitting on the store shelf in some hipster boutique, I just couldn’t resist.

It languished on my hard drive ever since. I wanted to post it on this blog, but just couldn’t figure out the proper context.

Wait, and ye shall receive. A New York Times examination of the evolution of the term “slut” into a sort of badge of bad-girl honor fits the ticket nicely.

“Slut’’ is tossed around so often and so casually that many teenagers use it affectionately and in jest among their friends, even incorporating it into their instant messenger screen names.

Like “queer” and “pimp” before it, the word slut seems to be moving away from its meaning as a slur. Or is it?

“It’s definitely a term of familiarity with teens,” said Karell Roxas, a senior editor at Gurl.com, a Web site that addresses issues that affect teenagers. “They’ll say ‘Hi, slut!’ the way my generation would say ‘Hi, chick!’ or ‘Hi, dawg!’”

It’s logical to think that widespread use of a term would serve to defuse it. Then again, I say “fuck” an awful lot, and I don’t detect a higher level of acceptance…

A while back, an acquaintence found some bar-hopping success by shouting the phrase, “You dirty whore!” in public, toward the female members of his social circle. It was taken as a camaraderie joke among equals, but the derogatory edge gave it added punch. The brash shock value impressed me, as did its success. I wasn’t ballsy enough to try it, and indeed, you’d have to be pretty rock-solid sure that you had targeted the right kind of crowd before unleashing it; the backlash for guessing wrong wouldn’t be pretty.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 07/17/2006 08:17:39 AM
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Sunday, July 16, 2021

Appealing to civic duty doesn’t do much for getting out the vote, especially when it’s not a Presidential election year. So maybe Arizona’s scheme to blend a lottery-style jackpot with its general elections will result in a more representative democratic process.

Or, more likely, it’ll encourage politicians to target compulsive gamblers as a swing electoral bloc.

Mark Osterloh, a political gadfly who is behind the initiative, the Arizona Voter Reward Act, is promoting it with the slogan, “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? Vote!” He collected 185,902 signatures of registered voters, far more than the 122,612 required, and last week the secretary of state certified the measure for the ballot this fall.

If the general election in 2004 is a guide, when more than 2 million people voted, the 1-in-2-million odds of winning the election lottery would be far better than the Powerball jackpot (currently about 1 in 146,107,962) but not nearly as great as dying from a lightning strike (1 in 55,928).

“People buy a lot of lottery tickets now,” Mr. Osterloh said, “and the odds of winning this are much, much higher.” (And most of the time there is not much lightning in Arizona.)

If some see the erosion of democracy in putting voting on the same plane as a scratch-and-win game — and some do — Mr. Osterloh sees the gimmick as the linchpin to improve voter turnout and get more people interested in politics.

I’m sure it’ll increase political consciousness in the desert ever-so-slightly. And maybe it’ll depress sales of scratch-and-win cards in Phoenix, too!

If this actually gets enacted, I foresee a Powerball Presidential election in our great nation’s future…

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 07/16/2006 11:45:35 PM
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Thursday, July 13, 2021

A funny anecdote told to me today at the office:

A couple of coworkers commute into Manhattan from Suffolk County on the Long Island Railroad. They don’t do so very often — between work travel and telecommuting, these two women make it into the office about once a week.

Recently, while sitting together during the ride in, they noticed a twitchy guy looking over at them periodically while scratching a pencil against a paper pad. It didn’t take them long to figure it out: An aspiring artist was sketching his fellow riders.

The first reaction from the women was that of violation. Who gave this weirdo permission to use them as models? Maybe there was a vague feeling of the primitive tribal fear associated with image-taking and soul-stealing. Somehow, a line had been crossed.

As the ride continued, and the artist continued to mark up his page compulsively, the women’s sense of violation gave way to a different feeling: Curiosity. In a strange twist, the perceived inappropriateness of the situation changed the focus of the unintended still-life models.

They didn’t like the looks of the drawer, so they didn’t want to ask him outright for a peek at his work. But eventually, he laid down his sketchbook while reaching for his overhead bag, and the ladies got a few seconds’ worth of a gander at their likenesses.

The result: According to them, the sketch looked like it was scrawled by a five-year-old. Any anticipation over how they were rendered — did he catch the highlights in one’s shoulder-length hair? — were dashed.

So the attitude went from violation, to curiosity, to disappointment. All in the space of a commuter train ride.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 07/13/2006 11:45:51 PM
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Wednesday, July 05, 2021

mamaI have yet to visit the Museum of Modern Art for that cool Dada exhibit.

Hey, I gots things to do, peoples to see. I’ll just have to carve out some time whenever I can find it. Besides, I’ve got until September to catch it.

Maybe it’s just as well that I haven’t made a special trip to MoMA yet. Because now that the “Daughters of New York Dada” show has opened at Francis M. Naumann Fine Art on the Upper East Side, I can double-dip on the Dadaism in one shot. Like totally blow my mind, without alcohol. (Well, not much alcohol, anyway.)

My eyes can’t wait for the thrills I’m about to unleash upon them with these two showcases.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 07/05/2021 11:37:06 PM
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Tuesday, July 04, 2021

If your attention span is as miniscule as this modern Digital Age fosters, then the Ten Second Film Festival is right up your alley.

No, the entire Festival isn’t a ten-second event. But each of the submitted film projects are, which is the point:

The festival is the brainchild of Madison, Wis., natives Chris Pennington and David Temby, who wanted to create an event where anyone could be an artist.

Too often, Pennington said, people don’t consider what they create to be art because their perceptions are limited to what they see in elite museums.

Not so with his show, where a cheap digital camera can make anyone into a short-form auteur, whether they are a soccer mom or a high school student.

“They’re kind of overlooked in terms of their creativity,” Pennington said, adding that it’s not hard to make a good 10-second movie.

After watching “Batman’s Day Off”, one of last year’s TSFF winners, I’m thinking I should submit for the next edition. Hey, my phone’s got a videocam function, and I’ve already played around with it some. Of course, it’s got a max record time of 15 seconds, so I’ll have to discipline myself to that 10-second limit.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 07/04/2021 10:32:42 PM
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Sunday, June 18, 2021

The whole “wisdom of crowds” concept flopped dismally when it came to starting a business. But maybe it’ll have more success when it comes to the fun-and-games that is online comedy.

Ze Frank, in response to snarky critiques of his one-man vlog sketch showcase, “The Show”, turned over the comedy writing to user contributions, through which a 4-minute script for “The Show” was produced. The episode, dubbed “Fabuloso Friday”, was so popular that work on “Fabuloso Friday 2″ has begun.

Collaboratively random acts of comedy? Crowd pleasing, for sure — at least, for that small portion of the crowd that participates in the process. It’s another offshoot of the convergence between audience and performance online.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 06/18/2006 11:48:01 PM
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I’m impressed by strategic thinking that seeks to expand the scope of acceptance. Key way to accomplish this: Redefine the framework so that the concept is more acceptable to a wider group. It’s a most-cherished skill in politics and business, and probably in shorter supply than it ought to be.

Lehman Brothers offers up a great example of this with the way it’s addressed flexible time programs, traditionally seen as a women’s-only workplace perk:

At Lehman Brothers, attention is being given to a common conundrum: flexible work arrangements are required to retain women, but many will not ask for them because there is a stigma associated with a benefit seen as applicable only to women. So the company is hoping to redefine flexible work not as a life versus work issue, but as a national security plan.

Lehman, which lost use of its Wall Street headquarters on 9/11, is running a pilot program in which a test group of both men and women are asked to work from home once a week, testing remote technologies to be used in a natural disaster, pandemic or terrorist attack. “Given it’s a gender-neutral exercise with a well-accepted business purpose, working remotely becomes less of a women’s issue,” says Anne R. Erni, chief diversity officer at Lehman.

Brilliant. The framework is shifted from working-mommy issues to organizational imperatives. Everyone joins in, and everyone benefits.

I really need to acquire more of a work-from-home mindset. I actually prefer going to an office, because I run into too many distractions at home (both self-made and beyond my control).

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 06/18/2006 07:33:31 PM
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Friday, June 16, 2021

art chaos theoryWhen I first read about the impressive Dada retrospective in Paris, I knew it would be making its way to New York. I even said at that time, while still living in Florida, that such a show by itself would be an incentive to visit Manhattan.

As things turned out, I’m here in Manhattan now. And so is the Dada exhibit, starting this weekend at the Museum of Modern Art.

Thus the art world persists in, as Max Ernst once put it, “presenting the shrapnel” of Dadaism by distilling the frenzied environment and attitude of the movement into a showcase of its artwork. Hey, short of time traveling back to the 1920s, it’s the best we can get.

I consider the Dada movement to be a forebear of modern pop-art, and even pop cultural, sensibilities:

Art by declaration had replaced art by discrimination. A urinal, a snow shovel, a hat rack and a bicycle wheel fastened to a stool were art because he said so, and who was to say they weren’t? Except that, by the same token, if someone decided the urinal or snow shovel looked aesthetically pleasing, who was he to deny it?

Such became the world of modern art, and either you are the sort of skeptic who thinks that art went to hell in a handbasket, or you see that Dada opened art up to the everyday and we are its beneficiaries. That hat rack looks awfully stylish now, and so does the mobile fashioned out of clothes hangers by Man Ray, never mind if it’s still a little hard to love the silvered plumbing trap that Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven and Morton Livingston Schamberg titled “God.” (I wonder if they noticed that the curlicue of the trap spells each of those letters in lowercase?)

Fact is, I’ve yet to have hit MoMA in all the time I’ve been back living in New York. That’s about to be remedied…

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 06/16/2006 01:56:10 PM
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Wednesday, June 14, 2021

big-stonedWalk through the doors of the Time Warner Center on Columbus Circle, and you’ll see this hefty character a bit toward the back, accompanied by a nearby twin.

How does this 10-foot-or-so-high bronze sculpture, which resembles nothing so much to me as a naked sumo wrestler (note the, ahem, attention to anatomical detail), represent the Time Warner media empire? I guess you could infer that the corporate entity is fat and happy… And shameless.

I’m sure there’s a story behind this work of art. There’s probably ample information about the artist and how his work fits in with the lobby, and it’s probably located somewhere onsite. But instead, I’ll take in, and present here, the image just slightly out of context.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 06/14/2006 09:27:06 PM
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Saturday, June 03, 2021

branching outI guess I’m a sucker for graphs and charts. Especially when they’re automated, saving me the trouble of doing them by hand.

Not that I could even attempt to hard-code the output that comes out of the utilitarian-named Websites as Graphs. You plug in a site’s URL, and a Java-generated tree-graph takes shape before your eyes, with interconnected colored dots representing the HTML elements that make up that particular website.

Shown here is the graph result for this blog. It took a heckuva long time to form, and even after five minutes, it didn’t quite stop gestating — that topmost cluster of blue/orange/green (standing for hyperlinks/linebreaks and blockquotes/DIV tags, according to the graph legend) seemed to keep pulsing at its center. Shows you how long this site’s long tail is, and my general formatting tendencies when it comes to hypertextual writing.

For comparison’s sake, I plugged in the URL of a single-page, largely unadorned website. Note the contrast: Only 11 dots for that one, with only four short branches off the central line.

Naturally, I also played around with some big honkin’ sites, along with another blog or two. The results were somewhat surprising. In all cases, the main branches formulate quickly, then additional action takes place in one or two particularly robust areas, reflecting more dynamic sections of that site. Try your own and see what sprouts.

Not sure how insightful this really is, but it’s a few minutes of Web-gawking fun.

(Via Weblog Tools Collection)

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 06/03/2021 06:32:13 PM
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Wednesday, May 31, 2021

up to batYes, there’s a bit of a to-do over DC Comics’ retooling of the Batwoman character to give her an alter-ego of a socialite lipstick-lesbian, more so than any other diversity-driven comic book character overhauls currently in play.

But it’s a low-risk, high-payoff move by the Time-Warner subsidiary to generate some buzz. Batwoman’s an eminently disposable spinoff character, so if this rehash doesn’t pan out, she can be stashed back into the closet (pun intended) without the DC Universe missing a beat.

I trust the creatives aren’t going to have every single story revolve around Kathy Kane’s (the name, I believe, is an homage to Batman creator Bob Kane) sexual orientation. The plot possibilities in exploring duality issues on multiple levels — masks, both metaphorical and actual, loom large — promise a goldmine of narrative potential.

Still, given the recent legal flaps over artist Mark Chamberlain’s depiction of Batman and Robin in intimate embrace — not to mention the decades of eyebrow-raising curiosity about the relationship between the Caped Crusader and Boy Wonder — I can’t help but wonder if this development means that DC is finally sending some sort of confirmation about its costumed crew. I mean, if you’re dressing up in outlandish outfits in public, that probably represents the tip of the iceberg as far as leading an atypical lifestyle.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 05/31/2006 11:56:26 PM
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Tuesday, May 30, 2021

It’s a bit maddening how my creative juices ebb and flow.

Like today. Out of nowhere, I came upon a series of real-life inspirations that helped me work out what turned into pretty well-crafted character sketches and situation-tone vignettes. The writing fairly came in a burst, with a flow that hasn’t been there for a few weeks now. It felt good.

Yet, it came on the same day that I put in a lot of work at my current consulting gig, where I’d presumed I’d be spending most of my mental energy. I’d have committed even more focus there if I’d been able to log into the corporate network remotely, as I’d planned after I got home (I wasn’t able to, damn the luck).

And of course, there’s always the daily contribution to this online space. A bit less than I’d figured on adding when I woke up this morning, but good enough for a random day.

Why can’t I turn it on for days when I have nothing but hours to devote to one creative endeavour or another? Instead, I have to split it up and try to jam it into assorted tasks that never get completed in a typically hectic day. It’s self-sabotage.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 05/30/2006 09:45:46 PM
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Sunday, May 21, 2021

Who doesn’t hate spammers? But I concur with the experts on this clever bit of filter-slipping code-masking:

In this instance, a clever spam writer slipped a Viagra message past many filters by spelling the word with several I’s, then using HTML code to shove all of the I’s together. “Whenever you view this in your e-mail program,” [MessageLab antispam developer Nick] Johnson said, “the letter spacing is set to minus-3 pixels, so it will show all these I’s on top of each other, and it will look like one I.

“That was quite an impressive one, actually,” he said.

This trickery is the handiwork of Leo Kuvayev, a Russian/American who’s No. 3 on Spamhaus.org’s global serial spammer list. There’s creativity in even the most reviled vocations.

Incidentally, this is just another compelling reason to forgo HTML email as a default option, and just stick with text format. Really no good need for having that underlying code for no-frills email communication; if you need anything else, include an attachment.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 05/21/2006 07:44:57 PM
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screamed loudest
Finland’s greatest triumph and worst nightmare became one yesterday, as death-schlock-metal band Lordi delivered the country’s first-ever Eurovision victory with its ear-bleeding anthem, “Hard Rock Hallelujah”.

As with the irrational hand-wringing over Lordi’s qualification process, I’m sure Finns everywhere are having mixed emotions over this. But hey, I say this is fair compensation for having to settle for the silver in men’s hockey at Torino this year.

In retrospect, this shocker-rocker upset seems to have been inevitable. As is the prospect of an Americanized version of “the contest good taste forgot”:

NBC announced plans earlier this year to replicate the formula — a forerunner of “American Idol”-style talent contests — in the United States, with acts from different states competing for viewers’ approval.

The European Broadcasting Union, which runs Eurovision, said it was in talks with NBC over rights. If successful, the American version could go ahead as early as this fall, said the group’s director of television, Bjorn Erichsen.

I’ve got odds on Delaware winning the first one!

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 05/21/2006 10:15:58 AM
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