...upon which you are hoisted: Matt McIntosh notices that, Sean Copeland, the guy behind Earth Hack who is so bugged by the fact that Google earth shows a cluster of pixels approximating the roof of his house, doesn't have a problem exposing the minutiae of his family's life to the gaze of the internet.
In the second most drawn out transfer saga of the summer, Michael Owen finally concedes that his most persistent suitor was his only suitor and agrees to sign for Newcastle. However much his agents tried to spin a move to United, Arsenal, Chelsea or Liverpool, it was clear that none of these clubs were interested in signing the England forward. I thought Rafa Benitez, in particular, managed this speculation admirably. There was a considerable groundswell of support among Liverpool fans and directors for a return. But Benitez, since he acquiesced with Owen's departure to real Madrid last year, has patently decided that this player doesn't fit into his plans. It might have been so easy for Benitez to commit the faux-pas of making this assessment more explicit to the notoriously sentimental scousers. Luckily for him, he avoided that pitfall. As for Owen, it has probably been hard for him to admit that none of the four Champions' League entrants wanted him. Although he is a proven goalscorer, most recognise that his skills are narrow and more suited to a counterattacking team - he doesn't have the skill to create his own chances, but he has the pace to get in behind defenders on the break. This probably is the right move for him, especially so with the World Cup next summer, but it sure took him a long time to figure this out.
Gerry has some thoughts on the 1970s and notes the strange disconnect between the "bloody awful" reality, as portrayed by the RTE programme "Reeling in the years" and his own fond memories of that decade. As someone of a similar age, I know exactly what he means and I think this can also explain the age profile of those who appreciate other aspects of the seventies: clothes, music, film etc.. For those of us who were children, (not-yet-responsible) teenagers, or just not born yet, we don't associate the cultural aspects of that decade with the grim reality for grown-ups just trying to get by. So, I venture a tentative hypothesis - seventies appreciation is not shared by the soixante-huitards/boomers and older generations
For the first time since the dramatic finale to the 1988-89 season, I find myself a temporary gooner, rooting for the away side in today's clash. Obviously like Sir Alex Ferguson I hope they both lose, but in the absence of some dramatic points-deducting brawl, I would prefer the north-Londoners to prevail. Reason is, if Chelsea manage to put a winning run together, they will simply steamroll over the opposition and grind a path to the premiership. They can expect an air of invincibility not unlike that United enjoyed in 1999-2000 and 2000-2001 following the treble of 1998-1999. Such "invincible" teams face merely token opposition from the weaker teams who are often content to just keep the score down. Neither United or Arsenal have that invincible air at present, but Chelsea, with unbeatable Cech in goal, unflappable Mourinho in charge banked by unbelievably wealthy Abramovich, do. The best way for the champions to be relieved of this is for Arsenal to triumph today.
Rainborough Phillips imagines trying to sell social security to the working age demographic now:
That’s right kids we’re going to deduct a portion of every pay check to go towards funding your retirement. There won’t be any correlation between how much you put in now and how much you will later be able to get out, and in fact we will use the current funds to pay people who never paid into the system, but who just didn’t happen to bother saving for retirement...