Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Joy of txt never dies

The days of deleting romantic/angry txts from your loved ones (past or present) could be in the past with news of a service from Nokia, called Lifeblog, that will archive and organise messages sent to/from your mobile. The messages can even be uploaded to PCs for storage on the web, just to prove that people really will put anything on the web.

Aside from the question of whether the humble txt is worth preserving for eternity, this is part of the growing blogging trend of recording every detail of our short lives using the power of the technology.

No doubt Max Clifford is preparing a Rebecca Loos(e) 'My Becks Txt hell' microsite as I type.

Friday, August 20, 2004

One, twice, three times a blogger

Blogging thought of the day: Tony Benn made the famous remark that keeping a journal means that you experience life three times. Once when you live it, once when you write it down, once when you re-read it.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

OK, OK, I'm changing the design

After getting some less than complimentary comments about the design of the blog, I was shamed into a redesign.

One of the more perceptive comments was:
"I notice you used the first template option on Blogger"

I now look forward to more constructive/destructive criticism as readers try to understand quite what blue leaves have to do with a blog on internet communications (in fact, I'd welcome any explanations myself).

Friday, August 13, 2004

Google goes Oogle: founders in shock Playboy appearance

A headline worthy of the Sunday Sport (international readers: it's like a newspaper but without the news). The reality behind it is not quite as exciting as it suggests, with news this week that the Google founders have been caught with their pants down (metaphorically, of course) by giving an interview to the magazine. Apparently, this may violate rules that company leaders should maintain 'a quiet period' pre-IPO (no, I didn't know that either. Oh, you did?).

Legal experts were reportedly going over the magazine with a fine tooth comb for any further evidence of questionable material.

Send your own Playboy-related gags, here, and I'll publish the best (and worst).