The inadequacy of photography

Yesterday, we went on a spectacular drive round the Gorges du Verdon, Europe’s answer to the Grand Canyon. Impossible to photograph, really. It’s the kind of countryside that calls out for Ansel Adams’s skill, technique and infinite capacity for taking pains. The rest of us are reduced to snapshots like this. What made it worse was that, because of RyanAir’s draconian campaign on baggage weight, we had travelled light — and left my Nikon DSLR at home.

I’d like to come back here sometime with a Hasselblad when the light is less fierce. This part of Haute Provence is quite, quite beautiful.

The Web’s Weakest Link

From Om Malik’s blog

Yesterday afternoon, I left my apartment, which also doubles as my part time office, in a mad rush, late for a meeting. As the elevator descended, the lights suddenly went out, and for a minute or two (it seemed like an eternity) I was suspended in a dark metal box. And then survival skills took over, as I pressed the emergency button.

And while on the phone, the lights came back on, and the elevator descended, and I rushed to my meeting, silently cursing the building owners for having shoddy infrastructure. It was only later in the day, I learned of massive power outages caused by snafus with at PG&E, our local power company. This resulted in a transformer blowing up, and causing even more disruptions, especially at 365 Main, one of the large co-lo/data center facilities situated in the SOMA area of San Francisco.

This resulted in massive outages at some of Web 2.0’s brand name companies – Six Apart, Facebook, Technorati and Yelp – knocking out their systems and web services out flat. Whatever the reasons behind the failure might be, yesterday was a rude reminder of how fragile our digital lives are.

The seemingly invincible web services (not to mention the notional wealth they signify) vanish within a blink of the eye. It was also a reminder, that all the hoopla around web services is just noise – for in the end the hardware, the plumbing, the pipes and more importantly, the power grid is the real show…

Brown government turns down copyright extension

Hooray! Here’e how Techcrunch puts it

The British government turned down a request by the UK music industry to extend copyright for sound recordings beyond 50 years to 70. Artists are now particularly concerned with copyright as demand for their back catalog and accompanying royalties grow.

Such an extension would retain the ownership rights and royalties for artists like Cliff Richard, Paul McCartney, and their publishers. Cliff Richard, whose 1958 hit “Move It!” is nearing the cut off, would be one of the first to lose his ownership.

The government decided against the extension because it would require pushing the European Commission for changes and may increase costs while not benefiting the majority of performers. Predictably, artists and the industry fired back saying the government was simply refusing to support artists…

Reuters report here.

Queue here to put some money in Cliff Richard’s hat.

Get knotted

Strange letter in the Financial Times from Google’s Global Privacy Counsel, one Peter Fleischer, attacking the male tie.

It constricts circulation to the brain. And it acts as decorative camouflage for the business suit, designed to shield the middle-aged male physique, with its shrinking shoulders and protruding paunch, from feeling sufficiently self-conscious to hit the gym.

Men should lose their “business attire” and wear T-shirts to work. Wouldn’t you like to know whether your business partners are fit? Why should you trust a man in business if he abuses his own body? And heaven knows what waves of creativity might be unleashed, when men are freed from conformist garb.

If there’s a scale for measuring tosh then this is off the chart. I hate wearing a tie but I’ve also lost count of the number of ultra-fit half-wits I’ve seen ruining perfectly good businesses. And some of the cleverest people I know have never knowingly been to a gym in their lives. In my own case, the only exercise I get comes from jumping to conclusions.

Speaking of fitness fanatics ruining things, by the way, Clare Short (the former Cabinet minister) said something interesting about Alastair Campbell, Tony Blair’s former spinmeister. Campbell was obsessed with his body and was forever running marathons etc. According to Short, what riled Campbell most about Rory Bremner’s satirical renditions of the Blair-Campbell relationship was the fact that the actor chosen to play him was — in his words — “a fat bastard”.

Thanks to Nick Carr for spotting this luxuriant piece of arrant nonsense.

An important communication

This from the er, Royal Bank of Scotland this morning.

Dear Royal Bank of Scotland customer,

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Please select the hyperlink and visit the address listed to access Digital Banking Customer Confirmation Form (CCF).

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Again, thank you for choosing the Royal Bank of Scotland for your business needs. We look forward to working with you.

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This mail is generated by an automated service.

Who falls for this stuff?

Needless to say, I do not bank with RBS.

Globalisation

Yesterday (21st) was the official publication day for the last of the Harry Potter books. Early in the morning, in a village in Deepest Provence, I found that the local newsagent had acquired six copies of the English edition — for which she was charging full whack, plus. As I handed over the loot (I am, after all, a doting parent), I reflected on the wonders of capitalism: some entrepreneur reckoned that there were enough crazy Anglos around Provence at this time of the year to make it worth ordering and shipping a few copies. Later on in the day I checked back — and all the books had gone.

Common sense about Facebook

This morning’s Observer column

There’s an ancient adage in the computer industry – it may have originated at Microsoft – which says: ‘Always eat your own dog food’. What it means is that if you are writing software other people are going to use, then you must use it yourself. If you’re going to ask other people to commit their time, data and perhaps even sanity to using your product, you should take the same risks yourself…