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Personal tech, or Things That Go Beep.

Chatspeak Shows No Effect on Spelling, May Improve Haikus

Child development researchers at the University of Alberta reported last week that using common text and IM abbreviations, or “chatspeak,” does not affect kids’ spelling aptitude. My first reaction to the results was dismay. I wanted proof that today’s youth are getting dumber. Dumber, at least, than the youth of, well, my youth. But upon reflection, and with all due respect to the intentions of the study, I think the premise is fundamentally misaligned.

I’ve maligned the overuse of AOLanguage for years, and its epidemic penetration never ceases to annoy. Although it may well reinforce already established bad habits, digital lingo has very little to do with standard spoken and formal written English. It’s a dialect unto itself. Kids likely don’t think that writing a text and taking a spelling test are in any way related. And really, they aren’t. Sure, children might write “UR” instead of “your,” but make them memorize how to spell “definite” and “maintenance” and they’re going to do it. Similarly, they’ll read To Kill a Mockingbird for class, but on their own it’s all Tiger Beat and Mad Magazine. (Kids still read that stuff, don’t they?)

What’s troubling in the wide view is that people use messenger and text and facebook walls as communicative crutches. Not just the youngins; we grown-ups are just as guilty. Social interactions take places less and less frequently in social settings and more and more often in social networks, and our face-to-face muscles are withering in atrophy. I have come to wonder, for instance, how exactly people go from being friends-of-friends to dating without first connecting on facebook (or at least without a little facebook stalking), which is particularly disturbing given the fact that I’m not on the facebook.

According to the university press release,

[Authors Connie Varnhagen and Nicole Pugh] both agree that the results of their study should ease some concerns and even open up discussion on how this language can be perhaps be embraced within an educational or academic context.

“If you want students to think very precisely and concisely and be able to express themselves, it might be interesting to have them create instant messages with ideas, maybe allow them opportunities to use more of this new dialect in brief reports or fun activities,” said Varnhagen.

Thought-provoking idea, but here’s another one. Instead of encouraging malleable young minds to regard IMs as vehicles for academic thought, perhaps it’d be better to set aside cell phones and 140-character limits and make them practice actually talking to people. Like, with their mouths.

Giants Stadium Hosts Breathtaking Video Display of U2 Live Performance (U2 Reportedly Performs Below It)

Saw U2 at Giants Stadium last night. Ahem, and the night before. Amazing show? Obviously. It’s U2. Bono is the ultimate showman (even if he can’t remember the words to his songs anymore) and the band’s as tight as ever (even if Larry Mullen Jr.’s starting to look a little tired). This was no question.

The stage was impressive, a transplantable theater in the round, surmounted by an enormous claw-like structure supporting a 360-degree jumbotron of the highest-resolution I’ve ever seen. Hilariously, Drum Master Mullen was quoted in the September issue of Spin as saying, in re the set up, “We don’t need another Pop Mart.” Yeah, this was much more tasteful and restrained than the giant lemon, sure.

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In the same brief article, Bono explains that on tour the band aims to let the latest technologies push their shows to new levels. And I will certainly give them that. The screen was good. It was real good. In fact, it was too good.

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Morning Programming Challenge

As mentioned I just got a new computer. In the process of moving files over from my old one, I’ve uncovered things I’ve written and forgotten about, including this bit of code from a college intro comp sci class I don’t really remember taking. Anyone want to hazard a guess as to what it does?

#include <iostream>

#include <string>

#include <iomanip>

using namespace std;

void Puppy (string);       //prototypes

float Rug (float, float, float);

int main()

{

string name;

float num1, num2, price, prod;

cout.setf(ios::fixed | ios::showpoint);

//prompt for keyboard input

cout << “What is the name of your puppy? ” << endl;

getline ( cin, name );

Puppy (name);

cout << “What are the width and length of the damaged carpet (in feet)? ” << endl;

cin >> num1 >> num2;

cout << “What is the price per square foot of new carpeting? ” >> endl;

cin >> price;

Rug (num1, num2, price);

cout << “It will cost me $” << setprecision (2) << prod << ” to replace the carpet.  GRRR!” \

<< endl;

return 0;

}

void Puppy ()

{

getline ( cin, name );

cout <<  “My new puppy, ” << name << “, just chewed a large hole in the carpet!”  << endl <<\

“It looks like I will have to get a new one.” << endl << endl;

}

float Rug (float num1, float num2, float price)

{

float prod;

prod = num1 * num2 * price;

return prod;

}

Also found some homework that included the word “floppies.”

{ins << wistful sigh >>}

2003: Officially the Good Ol’ Days

Just purchased a spiffy new Lenovo ThinkPad, with which I also got Microsoft Office 2007. And to think, all I thought I was going to have to get used to was a new keyboard and more sensitive mouse. But no, Word’s gotta go and change everything up on me. Maybe y’all have had time to get used to this, but I haven’t, and I’m squirming with discomfort.

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Look, Microsoft: Fuck you and your cutting edge Ribbon user interface. I’m pushing 30. That’s like 88 in digital years. I’m too damn old to relearn how to use Word. Give me back my 2003-vintage File and Edit menus and the delicate sense of control they once accorded me.

They Just Love Me for My 80085

Once again, my awesome Casio calculator watch — with Indiglo, sucka! — is more revered on the internets than I could ever hope to be. The latest propers were served up today in this guest post by my sister (of the wonderful food blog What’s She Eating Now?) on grubhub.com [emphasis added]:

From bad to good
Simultaneously irate and deeply disappointed, I was explaining over IM to my sister what happened. I feared there was nothing that could make it better except the passage of time.

“Meet me on Mott Street between Grand and Hester in twenty minutes,” my sister typed. “I’ll be in front of a jewelry store on the east side of the street.” Before I could ask any questions, the screen turned gray. What could be at this jewelry store in the heart of China Town that would restore my mood?

Sure enough, as I ambled south on Mott, I saw my sister standing in front of a seemingly ordinary jewelry store. Trustingly I followed her inside. And then I saw it. A sign conveying a menu hovering above a counter in the very back. This jewelry store also sold Banh Mi. My frown started to turn upside down.

Discretely taken photo inside of Banh Mi Saigon Bakery. Yes, that is a retro Casio calculator watch on my sister’s arm. Discretely taken photo inside of Banh Mi Saigon Bakery. Yes, that is a retro Casio calculator watch on my sister’s arm.

And before that, I had Sascha Segan over at Gearlog to thank for a digital shout out on my chrono-numeric hotness.

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For geeks of a certain age, a Casio calculator watch brings back strong and fond memories of long afternoons spent in the school basement, playing Dungeons and Dragons. But I hadn’t seen one in real life for years before tonight, when Popular Science writer Amanda Schupak popped up at a press event sporting this elegant model, which she said she picked up on the street for a cool $18.
It turns out that calculator watches never actually went away. Casio shows 15 “databank” watches on their Web site, including several that include infrared remote controls to control TVs and DVD players. If you lose your remotes a lot, that actually sounds like a good idea, provided you’re willing to look like a person who wears a calculator watch.
In an era when many people are giving up their watches for cell phones – or are trying to hack together cell phone watches – it’s interesting to see a brave few buck the trend and go for watches which compute, but don’t call.

Nothing like being the coolest nerd at a tech show.
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I adore this watch. I use the calculator with frequency, and have for years. It came in handy when I had to work out a year over year growth in stock price in the office of my old editor at Forbes magazine. And this is an upgrade from the old one I had, which didn’t have a light; now I can tell time at night, too. I’ll admit, however, that I haven’t quite mastered the steps to saving telephone and fax numbers. Fortunately, no one has telephones and faxes anymore.
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Unsurprisingly, I get a lot of comments on it, from friends, from strangers. (Normally I detest talking to strangers, but for this I’ll indulge them… briefly.) People are always immediately taken back to the good ol’ days of Ataris, and often recall the Casio watch they used to have, or the one they used to covet back in grade school. Folks often want to try it on, too, which I’ll allow in rare cases, but there’s always a hint of pity in their voices when they give it back, something that says, “God, this is funny, but I’d never wear it (loser).” On the occasion that I run into someone on the street sporting a model, we never fail to lock eyes and exchange a knowing nod. It’s like the camaraderie between guys who ride Harleys, but without the muscles, leather jackets and self-assurance.
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In the end, I wear the watch because it’s a cheap, reliable, and infinitely useful timepiece. Plus, I never fail to giggle when someone asks me for the time and I look down to find that I’ve left 58008 on the face. Yup, ’round me, it’s always Boobs O’Clock.

Hating on CDs? Well, see deez nutz.

This story by my good friend Peter Kafka over at All Things D shows that the compact disc format hasn’t sounded the digital death knell just yet.

Ready to toss dirt on the old, unloved CD? You’re going to have to wait a while. Compact discs are increasingly hard to find (at least in physical stores), but someone out there keeps buying them: The ancient format still makes up the majority of music sales in the U.S.

Here are the data for the first half of the year, via the NPD Group consumer-tracking outfit: CDs made up 65 percent of the music market, while paid digital downloads accounted for 35 percent.

Really all I care about is that I’m not the last person on Earth who still buys CDs. Wait, did I just lose all my tech cred? Shit. Scratch that like a Blind Melon disc with no jewel case. I love downloading!

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A new iPhone app from the great city of Pittsburgh allows concerned citizens to snap geo-tagged shots of potholes and other signs of crumbling infrastructure, and send them directly to the local govs. Next I propose iBurg, which will let you zap insto-complaints of style infractions and ultra (un)hipitude from Bedford Ave in Williamsburg, BK straight to Gracie Mansion.

Listen Up 101 With Dr Dre

Dr Dre, with HP, is launching a line of — probably very expensive — headphones and laptops for higher quality digital music listening. As far as I’m concerned, Dre can do no wrong, but I wonder if these new devices will do much of anything. Interscope Chairman Jimmy Iovine, who’s working with Dre on the Beats by Dre line, said in a CNET interview, “We have to fix the entire chain. Our position is to go to all the sources and try to improve sound and educate people.” If you’re a serious audiophile, you’re already in touch with the fact that what’s coming out of your iPod through crappy  earbuds doesn’t sound nearly as good as it should. If you’re an average consumer, presumably the target for this would-be “education,” you’re probably not inclined to drop a stack of cash on a fancy set of cans.

I feel strongly that casual listeners could benefit from some schooling on how to appreciate good music production and the effect of solid mixing (and remember those things called “Full Length Albums” that put songs in a specific order, to be listened to from front to back?), but I’m not so sure that introducing high end equipment that they won’t buy in the first place is the way to do it.

(Still, I’m curious how the collaborators are addressing the issue that people are predominantly listening to super-compressed audio files, which, to come in manageable sizes, have been stripped of certain sounds which you may not consciously notice, but which contribute to overall sonic depth. It’s not like you can put those lost sounds back in, right? I guess we’ll see/hear.)

From CNET via Gizmodo

File Under: Really? – The N Word on Your iPhone

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That can't be right. That. Can't. Be. Right.

The challenge of Word Warp, the popular iPhone anagram game, is to unscramble the letters and create as many words as you can — without perpetrating a hate crime. Can you find a word that uses all six letters?

Good job! Click here for your prize.

To Sleep, Perchance to Import

Fantasy author Terry Pratchett published an op-ed in the UK’s Daily Mail last week arguing for the legalization of suicide. I’ll set aside for now the myriad reasons, simple and existential, why I agree with Mr. Pratchett. I’ll even abstain from veering off on an elaborate imagination of two constables arresting a man for suicide and the inevitable weekend-at-Bernie’s hilarity that would ensure during the court proceedings.  (“Bollocks! The powdered wig keeps falling off his head!” “Don’t be daft, hand me that stapler!”)

Pratchett, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s two years ago, wrote a piece that is personal, thoughtful, and at moments, poetic:

We are being stupid. We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. …Now, however, I live in hope – hope that before the disease in my brain finally wipes it clean, I can jump before I am pushed…

He describes the way he wants to go, : sitting in his garden with a glass of brandy, and “Thomas Tallis on the iPod.” What could be a more romantic end than in an English garden enjoying the last taste of your chosen poison? And what could be less romantic than an iPod? (Only an 8-track, I’d venture.)

Technology changes, and the vestiges of ages past take on a romance of their own, simply for their being part of our past. But there’s something so sadly disruptive about an mp3 player working its way into Pratchett’s tragic tableau. Like trying to be taken seriously while crying in a monkey costume.

Stop laughing! Im really upset here!

No, a banana will not make it all better. Quit asking me that.

I think being distressed looked a whole lot cooler in the old days. Huddling around a cabinet radio, or in front of your town’s one television store to hear the latest news of the war represents a situation’s gravity in a way that following Twitter never will. And slamming down a three pound telephone receiver is so much more dramatic than angrily — but ever so gently — pressing END with your right thumb. And for my money, nothing will ever be quite as sad as the way it sounds to reach the end of the first side of a mix tape from your ex. Eject, flip, close, play, weep.

When my eternal mix tape reaches the end of its spool, I hope there’s no Apple logo in the coroner’s photos.

But I also intend, before the endgame looms, to die sitting in a chair in my own garden with a glass of brandy in my hand