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Wednesday, April 23, 2003 |
College
established to train IT journalists (SABCNews).
The Acacia Institute is a research organisation funded by the
Canadian government. For the past five years it has been studying how the
Internet affects poor and marginalised rural African communities.
The organisation has recruited scores of trainee journalists to join a team
of professional IT and development writers to produce a unique online
newspaper.
The institute believes that by offering Internet training closely tied to
newspaper work, it can create a new generation of web-savvy journalists.
They would then serve the news and information needs of Africa.
1:04:16 PM
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Man, some days I really love reading Robert Christgau.
Here's his much-delayed Thanksgiving Turkey Shoot, this time as Easter
Bunny Stomp.
Not Hop,
Stomp, in the Voice. Like the man says, I'd rather have blood on my
feet than on my hands.
Inspirational assessments (follow the link yourself to see the artists so
Stomp'd):
- Novelty records—rock and rollers can never get enough of them.
- If they changed their name, that would mean the major labels had won.
- [H]e raps and rhymes with gusto, and I like his Timbaland beat so much
I don't want to know how real its Glocks are. Nevertheless, he is or
impersonates a no-class pimp motherfucker, and if he never reached a one of
the nine-year-olds O'Reilly yammers about, he would still be coarsening
public discourse.
- . . . it is to cringe with dismay at the survival of a generation.
- And then there's the matter of "Who Are They," which goes so far as to
blame "safe sex" and the replacement of "what the hell" by "what the heck"
(I swear) on the owners of this newspaper (honest, named as such), called
"funny boys" when he means "faggots" because "They" so decree. Fuck that. I
don't much like how David Schneiderman treats unions, but I'm here to tell
Timbo that my boss is a better family man than any damn country roadhog. "I
wonder if They like to fight," muses Timbo on his way to finding out where
"They" live. Me, I use my words. If any Nashville thug lays a hand on me,
I'll sue him within 50 cents of his ignorant life.
- But I can't imagine him writing a song I cared about, even as a laugh,
because he treats music the way his songs treat women—as a means to an end.
What end, though? Getting laid is a snap, after all. Maybe just believing
his life means a damn thing.
- Probably not the worst album ever released by an artist of substance—
there are all those Elvis soundtracks. But in the running.
And much, much, much more. I promise: I didn't quote even half of the well
penned lines.
10:03:49 AM
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Retailers Report Sales Bounce Using Security Certificate, by George V. Hulme, InformationWeek.
ScanAlert says it has analyzed the shopping behavior of more than 300,000 visitors to 11 online retailers. Sites showing "proof" of increased Web security enjoyed a 10.5% to 33% boost in converting browsers to buyers.
6:47:15 AM
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A nation of fashion sheep. A new book says clothes-addicted Americans still dress like zombies, whether it's Old Navy or Prada that's stealing our souls. [Salon.com]
6:34:25 AM
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Digital dilemmas. Despite the dotcom boom and bust, the computer and
telecommunications revolution has barely begun. Over the next few decades,
the internet and related technologies really will profoundly transform
society, argues David Manasian in The Economist.
4:02:11 AM
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Arcata Police
Log - Week of April 14, 2003 including such beauties as:
- Things got a little pushy-shovy between the lord of a Frederick
Avenue manor and a room renter, but it was the landlord who called police
from a neighbor's home. Prosecution and assistance was declined, but the
tenant got 30 days notice.
- 1:02 p.m.
A slight, freckled man who exuded
Booze-reeky style vapors, intruded
A Valley West lobby
Then, just as a hobby
Went door-banging till he was booted.
- 8:57 a.m. A man in a green hooded jacket carried on the regurgitation
tradition down at the Community Center, simultaneously gut-horking and
digging through a trash can. Police asked him not to multitask in such a
manner, in fact, not to be there at all.
- A woman experienced the miracle of the digital age when she discovered
someone, somewhere making charges on her credit card. And so the paperwork
began.
- 6:27 p.m. A three-man gaggle of jeersome japesters assembled at the
South H Street portal to the Marsh, where they took delight in harassing
women trying to enjoy the wetland trails. The women didn't. The sub-gallant
menfolk readily succumbed to police pressure, and went quite away.
2:01:52 AM
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