CNN Nearly Sparks Interesting Conversation

When I heard that CNN had polled their viewers for a discussion on overused words in the current parlance, I was thrilled to think that people were engaging in thoughtful analysis of the way we speak. Unfortunately, the responses selected for the “Words you love to hate” video served only to reinforce my already steely conviction that most Americans just don’t talk good.

Figure these excerpts present a somewhat inflated representation of the public, as they were submitted by CNN watchers who would take the time to craft an iReport. Then factor in that these answers were probably the cream of the crop. The fact only half of them were coherent, only one was remotely insightful, and one of them was straight up laughable (Your kids, like, say, like, “I know” a lot? You should, you know, like, rant to CNN about it.) really disappointed me. That’s what I get for succumbing to a flash of faith.

By the way. What the fuck is an iReporter? According to the site:

iReport.com is a user-generated site. That means the stories submitted by users are not edited, fact-checked or screened before they post.

(They do note that “Only stories marked ‘On CNN’ have been vetted for use in CNN news coverage.”)

So basically an iReporter is any schmo who feels like playing journalist with absolutely no shred of accountability or verification? F that. I paid my dues interning and fact checking to earn the right to pretend to be a journalist. What have you done?

Aussies are the New Cavemen

I’ll admit, I was pretty psyched when I saw a new Fosters beer ad, in the classic style.

Bailout! How topical!

Turns out, my excitement betrays my deeply ingrained arrogant American ignorance.  American marketing company Digitas opened up in Australia in March and this month it launched a three-ad television campaign, bringing back the decade and a half old slogan, “Fosters. Australian for beer,” after a three year silence.

Well, g’day, I say, throw another shrimp on the barbie. I love hearing the way real Australians talk. (That’s not a knife.) All Americans do. So hats off to Digitas for reissuing a crucial chapter in our continuing education in Aussie English.

But is our linguistic learning up to snuff? Perhaps not, mate. A discussion on the Australian media blog mUmBRELLA suggests that not only is that not really the Australian definition of “Bailout,” but these guys don’t even sound Australian.

  • mazzy
    18 Aug 09
    8:36 am
  • OH dear
    – I do not think their accents were actually Australian, more like that cockney english you here on the Simpsons etc.
    And that cut up shirt on GPS – AS IF any outback bloke would be caught dead in that “Flinstones” like wardrobe.

    trying to hard but not enough.

    [Ed. note. I just learned something else: Aussies have no respect for the homonym.]

    Wait. So you’re telling me everyone in Australia doesn’t dress like this guy?

    Well, that am news to me. But just as I’ve learned that not all cavemen are too dumb to buy auto insurance (this one was always my fave) I’ve also learned, thanks to Mazzy, that not all Aussies look like Larry the Cable guy. With intelligent commentary like this flowing down under, I’m sure that it’s only a matter of years before they figure out how to install a real GPS. (On their kangaroos, naturally.)

    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.
    jf
    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!

    iSore

    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

    The Slow Digital Death of Common Sense

    Yes, the times are a-changing, and ever quicker, you might say, but the basic tenets of douche baggery are yet the same.

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    An article ran in Saturday’s New York Times about a Broadway casting director named Daryl Eisenberg who tweeted sometimes nasty notes while holding auditions for a new play, unleashing a deluge of comments on acting web forums (each, presumably, lacking the flair and panache that will one day make each of these irate thespians a household name).

    In Act 2, Einsenberg went in front of the drama tribunal of the Actors’ Equity Association union to sort the mess out and establish guidelines of proper Twitter use:

    Ms. Eisenberg’s statement:

    After a productive meeting with AEA this afternoon, I’m happy to report that we have agreed to both put this behind us.

    By mutual agreement, future tweets will not be coming from the audition room regarding the actors auditioning.

    I apologize to the actors and professionals who put themselves on the line every time they audition, and will continually strive to make the audition room an inspiring, nurturing place for creativity and talent.

    I look forward to working with AEA and its members on future projects, and hope to see you all in the audition room soon.– Daryl Eisenberg

    The statement from Actors’ Equity:

    Earlier today representatives of AEA had a productive meeting with Ms. Eisenberg to discuss her use of twitter in auditions. AEA firmly blieves [sic] that twitter is a valuable promotional tool for producers to reach a wide potential audience but that tweeting has absolutely no place in the audition room, which is a safe haven for actors who are seeking employment in this competitive market. We believe this incident is now closed.

    First of all, how the hell are these people taking themselves so seriously while using the words “tweet” and “tweeting”? It’s remarkable how quickly the silly meme has worked its way into mainstream and professional lexicons. I can’t wait for the day when companies are launching new campaigns on Doody Balls and communicating via Queefs. Or when Twitter is taken over by Flutter:

    The troubling part, really, is the way the allure and excitement of a new social technology has obscured the fundamentals of social etiquette. You don’t need guidelines on how to properly utilize Twitter; you need to remember how not to be a total jack ass. The nascent medium has made sentient, rational adults revert to acting like overprivileged bratty teenagers. You got in trouble in high school for passing notes. It wasn’t because we needed to establish a set of rules for ink-on-paper, it was because you were supposed to be paying attention to your teacher. And did you get yelled at for it in college? No. Why not? Because by then you were smart enough to keep that shit to yourself. Using Twitter during auditions sits, on the Maturity Index, right next to a notebook page scribbled with “Do you like me? Yes/No Circle One.”

    Folks, it isn’t like we’re talking about establishing coda for digital rights management here, or legislating stem cell research. The emerging technology is not the point, it’s ancillary. This is a simple case of common sense: Pay attention at work, maintain some level of professionalism, don’t be an asshole.

    Emoticontinental Divide

    Well if we can’t trust emoticons to express how we feel, who can we trust?

    A study published in Current Biology reveals that Easterners and Westerners use different facial cues to recognize emotion. While we scan all features, Asians tend to focus on the eyes, which can lead to cultural confusion, particularly when interpreting emotions like fear, surprise, disgust and anger. (NB if you ever see me, best to assume I’m displaying all four.)

    Interestingly, this accounts for why Asians often opt for different emoticons than we do. Here, the mouth tends to do the heavy lifting, whereas in the East there are myriad variations in the eyes. To wit:

    Western Happy  : )

    Eastern Happy  ^_^

    Western Sad  : (

    Eastern Sad  ;_; (tears! so clever!)

    Western Surprised  :0

    Eastern Surprised  O_o

    You get the picture. Now this is the part where I make an unseemly joke about their eyes never actually being open wide. What’s the agreed-upon emoticon for Don’t Hit Me?

    What’s Your Sine?

    I suppose if you’re digging for toys out of a claw machine at a laundromat on Avenue B, you should set your expectations only so high. Still, it saddens me that someone looked at this Zodiac bear coming off the teddy factory floor and said “Looks good to me!”

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    Or maybe they just said, “Good enough.” As long as the message is getting through, does it really matter if it’s spelled right? There are two little fishies on the bear’s tummy; it’s fairly clear what’s intended here. So if the point comes across, what’s the difference between “Pisces” and “Pieces”?

    Instant messenger and text has taught us that all you need to do is approximate the sound or appearance of real words to effectively communicate. And most thumb-novelists won’t be writing real novels at any point anyway, so let them bastardize the language in the interest of efficiency.

    Language evolves, and perhaps I should, too. But for now I’m content to use full sentences and punctuation, be wary of typos and misspellings, and let how I communicate communicate to my audience that I give a damn.

    Besides, I had used up all of my quarters, and I’m an Aquarium anyway.

    Keep Your Hands off My Copy

    Gosh, I know the feeling. I once wrote a letter like this one from NY Times restaurant reviewer Giles Corem to a few subeditors who changed his copy…

    Chaps,

    I am mightily pissed off. I have addressed this to Owen, Amanda and Ben because I don’t know who i am supposed to be pissed off with (i’m assuming owen, but i filed to amanda and ben so it’s only fair), and also to Tony, who wasn’t here – if he had been I’m guessing it wouldn’t have happened.

    I don’t really like people tinkering with my copy for the sake of tinkering. I do not enjoy the suggestion that you have a better ear or eye for how I want my words to read than I do. Owen, we discussed your turning three of my long sentences into six short ones in a single piece, and how that wasn’t going to happen anymore, so I’m really hoping it wasn’t you that fucked up my review on saturday.

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