Average length of a Super Bowl broadcast: 215 minutes (3:35). [source]
Average duration of gameplay (time ball is in play) in an NFL game: 11 minutes. [source]
Footage of players “standing around” in an NFL broadcast: 67 minutes. [Ibid.]
I rest my case.
Several folks were kind enough to send us digital copies of the photos they took at our wedding. It’s fun to experience the occasion through so many other points of view, and it helps fill in the gaps that we would have otherwise missed.
Note to anyone doing this in the future: consider asking all your guests to take a photo of one clock! After importing all the images into Lightroom, it became clear that nobody is particularly vigilant about setting the time and date on their cameras. Computing an accurate time offset for each photographer would be a helpful strategy for organizing everything on a single timeline.
Of course, as a film shooter, I’m lucky if I can remember the dates of my own photos with any accuracy.
I realized today that my film scanner (a Nikon Coolscan 9000,
for those of you who care) was discontinued a few months ago. It
looks like Nikon is getting out of the scanning business. A quick
check of eBay confirms that my machine is now worth roughly twice
what I paid for it a few years ago. While many manufacturers have
decided that the film business isn’t viable, it also refuses
to die. Kodak made big waves in the last year with the surprise
introduction of two new pro-grade color films for still
photography. Apparently they’re doing quite well.
The resale value of digital cameras is not that different from
automobiles. You pay a massive premium to be the first owner, after
which it loses value rapidly. If you wait more than 10 or 15 years,
you’ll probably have to pay someone to take it off your hands.
Film equipment is different. I bought my Leica used in 2006, and
due to stable supply its resale prices have more or less tracked
inflation. Assuming I sold it today (not happening!), that would
amount to a free 5-year rental. Not bad. Owning well-loved but
discontinued equipment like the Coolscan is starting to look like
Ever optimistic, China’s state-owned press bids a fond good riddance to Google. (This is “good news for its rivals,” the article asserts.)
This morning, I noticed a new message on my home answering
machine. Barack Obama apparently called while I was out.
(“Hi, this is President Barack Obama. I rarely make these
calls and I truly apologize for intruding on your day. But I had to
talk to you about the election in Massachusetts on Tuesday because
the stakes are so high.”) This afternoon, I picked up the
phone and heard another familiar voice: “Hello, this is
President Bill Clinton.” He wanted to remind me to vote on
Tuesday. Also, to remember that he personally knows Martha
I wonder if one of them would be so kind as to record a new
greeting for my machine?
This message was paid for by the Democratic National
Amending a previous
2008 Boston Yellow Pages: 1451 pages
2009 Boston Yellow Pages: 1075 pages
2010 Boston Yellow Pages: 864 pages
I had to buy something at Yuppie Mall yesterday—you know,
the one that counts Neiman Marcus as an anchor tenant. I try to
avoid malls at this time of year, not so much as a rejection of the
commercialization of Christmas, but mostly on account of my extreme
disdain for saxophone-based Christmas medleys. You know, those
“jazzy,” Kenny G-style improvisations on “Silver
Bells” issuing from hidden speakers so numerous that the
reverberating sounds have no locatable source other than inside
your head? The kind of tunes that make you want to go on a
murderous rampage? Right.
Well, as I was leaving Yuppie Mall, to my incredible surprise,
my favorite Christmas carol ever came on the PA: John
Gardner’s adaptation of Tomorrow Shall Be My
Dancing Day. I stopped in my tracks. Since when did shopping
mall PA programmers develop such good taste? (And an appreciation
for completely indiscernable time signatures?)
Could this be a comeback for choral music? Last month, I was a
little startled to hear the opening measures of Vivaldi’s
Gloria in the bathroom at Hong Kong International
I am reading another biography of Theodore Roosevelt. It is
1902, and the American people are outraged over secret reports of
atrocities committed by American soldiers against the
insurrectos in the Philippines (under American control
since the Spanish-American war). Particularly revolting is the use
of the so-called “water cure,” which inflicts a
suffering which “must be that of a man who is drowning, but
cannot drown.” Furious, President Roosevelt orders Secretary
of War Elihu Root to send a cable to the Commander of the
THE PRESIDENT DESIRES TO KNOW IN THE FULLEST AND MOST
CIRCUMSTANTIAL MANNER ALL THE FACTS… FOR THE VERY REASON
THAT THE PRESIDENT INTENDS TO BACK UP THE ARMY IN THE HEARTIEST
FASHION IN EVERY LAWFUL AND LEGITIMATE METHOD OF DOING ITS WORK, HE
ALSO INTENDS TO SEE THAT THE MOST VIGOROUS CARE IS EXERCISED TO
DETECT AND PREVENT ANY CRUELTY OR BRUTALITY, AND THAT MEN WHO ARE
GUILTY THEREOF ARE PUNISHED. GREAT AS THE PROVOCATION HAS BEEN IN
DEALING WITH FOES WHO HABITUALLY RESORT TO TREACHERY MURDER AND
TORTURE AGAINST OUR MEN, NOTHING CAN JUSTIFY OR WILL BE HELD TO
JUSTIFY THE USE OF TORTURE OR INHUMAN CONDUCT OF ANY KIND ON THE
PART OF THE AMERICAN ARMY.
The book was written in 2001, years before the phrase
“enhanced interrogation techniques” would enter the
public conscience. Fast forward to 2009. Former Vice President Dick
explains American policy on FOX News Sunday:
I knew about the waterboarding. Not specifically in any one
particular case, but as a general policy that we had
approved… It was a good policy. It was properly carried out.
It worked very, very well.
What a difference 107 years makes.