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  • Go toward the light, Carol-Anne

    Hopefully that is what the recording industry may be doing at long last. Last week at a Norwegian summer resort by the name of Kristiansand, representatives of the many and varied facets of the music industry got together to hold hands and sing.

    Ok, maybe no singing occurred (hopefully not considering most of what they put out sounds like cats and other small creatures being tortured) but the fact that this snake pit of a business actually played nicely is momentous in itself. As for holding hands, I’m sure if they could let go of something else dear to them then it just may have happened.

    These doyens of industry discovered:

    1. Prosecuting end users is silly – when you can monetise them
    2. Since “piracy” today means “get free music”, the future has to offer something that “feels like free”
    3. Vastly wealthier industries than the music business today profit from the demand for recorded music – without giving anything back. That isn’t fair, and it’s got to change
    4. Digital music services of the future need a better deal than the begrudging and piecemeal licenses offered so far by rights holders: but these have to be so attractive only the suicidal would want to turn it down.

    Essentially, these collective minds came up with what we’ve all known for years – looking at the list, number 1 and 4 seem absurdly obvious. Of course, when they do finally dip a toe in the waters of the ocean of reality, it will be heralded as ‘groundbreaking’, ‘momentous’, ‘visionary’ etc, etc, and there will be much mutual backslapping and self-gratification. For the rest of us, we’ll just shake our heads, and be glad that they’ve finally come to the party.

    For more details, Andrew Orlowski from El ‘Reg has the goods

    Edit: El ‘Reg has more on this.

    Update: Having thoughts on this, with regard to a new approach. For my latest on this, see here.

  • Some humour for the more intelligent amongst us

    A man enters a bar in Wellington and orders a drink. The bar has a robot bartender. The robot serves him a perfectly prepared cocktail, and then asks him: “What’s your IQ?”

    The man replies “150” and the robot proceeds to make conversation about global warming factors, Quantum physics and spirituality, bio-mimicry, environmental interconnectedness, string theory, nanotechnology, and sexual proclivities.

    The customer is very impressed and thinks, “This is really cool.” He decides to test the robot. He walks out of the bar, turns around, and comes back in for another drink. Again, the robot serves him the perfectly prepared drink and asks him, “What’s your IQ?”

    The man responds, “About 100.” Immediately the robot starts talking, but this time about league, Holden racing, the new Big Mac, tattoos, Nicky Watson and women’s tits in general.

    Really impressed, the man leaves the bar and decides to give the robot one more test. He heads out and returns, the robot serves him and asks, “What’s your IQ?”

    The man replies, “Err, 50, I think.” And the robot says … really slowly …

    “So……………ya gonna vote for Helen again?”

  • Movies and stuff

    Blades of Glory

    My better (looking) half wants to see Blades of Glory and I’ll go along as it looks interesting, and has rated a 7.0 on IMDB thus far). I cringed at the premise, but after reading a few reviews, I’ll go in with an open mind (as anyone should do, with Will Ferrell movies). I do recall last time I went ice skating, it involved a trip to the hospital. Oops.

     

    The Holiday

    A week or so ago we watched The Holiday, and it’s not quite as painful as I thought it would be (think blender, certain body parts, etc). It is fairly long at 2 1/2 hours, but doesn’t drag on. Whilst somewhat predictable, there are a few nice side stories along the way that tie in nicely at the end. The stand out role was that of Arthur – one of the Hollywood writing greats – who was having difficulty coming to terms with changes in his town, in his industry, and changes within himself. Well worth a watch for the Sunday night ‘feel good’ movie to relax in front of. Further to this – Cameron Diaz almost manages to almost act. Almost.

  • Bloody weather!

    I’d just put the sailing gear in the car to head to Westhaven when Tony calls to say racing is cancelled due to nasty winds.

    It seems to either be 5-8 knot winds, or blowing a gale lately. A solid compromise around 25-30 knots would suit everyone fine, thank you. Tony was venting his frustration as well. Brand new mast, good results lately, and being forced to stay in.

    Hopefully it’ll be better tomorrow.

  • Last call on 'Blurred Vision'

    …and NO – we didn’t sink her! She’s been sold to an airline pilot who has a hankering to go sailing. Bastard.

  • Disappearing posts!

    I know – my blog is now shrinking. It’s not only not getting larger – it’s getting smaller!

    It’s all part of the charm. Seriously, I’ve finally had time to do some work on the servers, so there will be some posts added real soon now. Really.

    For now, take a look at some photos – which I’m also adding to as time goes by(e)

  • Announcing the launch of ‘M.V. Fast Company’

    M.V. Fast Company

     

    We weren’t the only ones to experience an eventful Kawau race. After winning honours on the Friday race to Kawau (congratulations, Tony!), Fast Company’s fortune took a turn for the worse on the Saturday, losing her mast.Showing great restraint, popular rumour has it that before the mast had even hit the deck Tony was already musing on who’s boat he could borrow to continue to race…

  • Kawau, here we come…eventually

    With the successful launch of the caravan done with, a sail of some distance to prove the new craft’s (and crew’s) potential. Hence some intrepid sailors (and the rest of us) set off on Friday evening on our way to Kawau. Although we were entered in the cruising division (i.e. no spinnaker) we were taking the race very seriously. The cheeseboard was of an extremely high standard, oft-refreshed, and accompanied by many fine beverages.

    Decanter

    However things were not all smooth sailing – literally. Someone who had obviously swapped their brain for half a packet of peanuts and a six pack of Waikato had not tightened the lock screw for the nut holding the rudder in place. About half an hour out from Kawau an ominous knocking noise came from below. Silencing the music, we raced down below and into the hull at the stern to see the rudder floundering about like a batsman for the NZ cricket team. The pivot bearing holding the rudder was moving around in the hull, with water coming up around the sides.

    Generally one likes the water to stay under, around, or a light sprinkling on the boat. In the boat is bad. There was likely to be a lot more in the boat in a short space of time, as the fibreglass was flexing, and as we later learnt – delaminating.

    Dispatching instructions to the intrepid women up on deck (i.e. screw the nut back on!), we three guys went down below and with a smattering of good luck, good management, and adrenalin, found out that wanting to stop a huge hole being ripped out of the hull is great motivation for lifting the rudder of a 10.4 tonne, 44′ yacht at precisely the right time.

    N.B. No drinks were spilled during the course of the above story.

  • Spa Bath + Bubble Bath = Fun!

    bubble bath

     

    Nicci and William coped well over Christmas, considering the pool at the grandparents in Melbourne was out of action for a period of time. Nana’s spa bath, two hot water cylinders of hot water, and some bubble bath went a long way to easing the pain. It’s not often young children (especially of the male variety) want to spend so long in the bath.

  • Now an iceberg.

    Imagine the amount of alcohol one could keep cold with this little puppy 🙂