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You can have for $150,000

Tuesday, 14 October, 2014 0 Comments

“We are an Internet real estate investment, development, and brand assistance firm,” claims Blue String Ventures, Inc, which numbers and among its notable “successes”. The same Blue String Ventures, Inc. is also sitting on the domain and is looking for $150,000 to transfer ownership of the site.

“ would be a great domain for a pharmaceutical company working on a vaccine or cure, a company selling pandemic or disaster-preparedness supplies, or a medical company wishing to provide information and advertise services,” Jon Schultz, Blue String’s president, told CNBC. “There could be many other applications as well. With so many people concerned about the disease, any advertisement referring people to should get an excellent response.”

When you type into a browser and hit Enter, “Welcome to” is what pops up at the URL. There’s a mish-mash of Ebola-related links and right at the bottom in the smallest of print is the message: “Copyright 2014 Is For Sale All Rights Reserved.”

Today in Parasitic Capitalism: Squatter Wants $150K for Domain,” writes Slias Groll in Foreign Policy. It should not be surprising that who saw profit from Fukushima, could imagine making a killing with Ebola.


Monday, 13 October, 2014 0 Comments

In a time of hysteria and rumour, much of which is being spread by the the 24/7 news biz, it is comforting to know that sober and alternative sources of information about the Ebola virus exist. For instance, there’s the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Ebola page and its equivalent from the European Centre for Disease Prevention and Control. Google News has a dedicated site, and the Ebola Resource Centre at The Lancet has made all of the publication’s relevant articles freely accessible. The Pathogen Perspectives is a new Ebola-oriented blog that’s very well-informed and documented.

Meanwhile, under the hashtags #Ebola and #EbolaOutbreak, one can listen to the voices of real people and concerned organizations. Sure, there are trolls out there, but they go with the social media territory.

Begin the hours of this day slow

Sunday, 12 October, 2014 0 Comments

It’s a lovely October morning, filled with birdsong and yellowing leaves. A perfect morning, then, for a poem by Robert Frost. In his work, Frost steered clear of politics and religion. Nature was his mysticism and sensuality. The earth’s fertility and our relationship to the soil were central to his verse. In assessing his pastoral quality, critic M. L. Rosenthal wrote that Frost’s “lyrical and realistic repossession of the rural and ‘natural'” is the cornerstone of his enduring reputation.


O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

Robert Frost (1874 — 1963)

October leaves

Southern music

Saturday, 11 October, 2014 0 Comments

They’ve been described as too country for rock and too rock for country. Blackberry Smoke, from Atlanta, Georgia, blend folk, bluegrass and blues into what they call “southern music.” Their next album, Holding All the Roses, is due early 2015.

Peace be upon them

Friday, 10 October, 2014 0 Comments

Bob Dylan did not win the Nobel Prize, again

Thursday, 9 October, 2014 0 Comments

Patrick Modiano? His best-known work is probably Missing Person (French: Rue des Boutiques Obscures), which won the Prix Goncourt in 1978 and is about a detective who loses his memory and strives to find it again. And now Patrick Modiano has has been named the 107th winner of the Nobel prize for Literature. The reaction of John Reed is somewhat cruel.

The win for Patrick Modiano means no win for Bob Dylan, again. In some ways, this is understandable as giving the prize to Dylan for his lyrics would be be an admission of the bankruptcy of literature. And that cannot be allowed. But there’s always next year. To keep the dream alive, here are three of the master’s masterpieces.

“Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.”

The Times They Are A-Changin’

“He’s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
‘Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.”

Only A Pawn In Their Game

“Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.”

Blowin’ In The Wind


Wednesday, 8 October, 2014 0 Comments

Definition: a pluviophile is a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. Origin: Latin pluvialis, from pluvia rain, from feminine of pluvius rainy, from pluere to rain. Note: A psekaphile is one who likes drizzling rain, and an hyetophile is one who likes rain in general.

Smartphone smarts: Apple vs Samsung

Tuesday, 7 October, 2014 0 Comments

Gartner: “Worldwide sales of smartphones totaled 968 million devices in 2013, an increase of 42.3 percent over a 12 month period. Perhaps most significantly, sales of smartphones made up almost 54 percent of overall mobile phone sales in 2013, and outnumbered annual sales of feature phones for the first time.”

Meanwhile, “Samsung Warns of Lower Third-Quarter Earnings.” What gives? Re/code: “The South Korean electronics giant said that while smartphone shipments increased, its operating margins fell because of higher marketing costs, fewer shipments of high-end phones and a lower average selling price for the devices.”

And how are the South Koreans reacting? “The company said it is responding with a new smartphone lineup that will include new mid-range and low-end devices, which would make Samsung’s products more competitive in markets such as China.” As commentator jameskatt points out, “The problem for Samsung is that there is NO profit in the low end of the market. Samsung is also being outcompeted in the low end by Asian tigers such as Xiaomi who don’t care much for profits. They are willing to live in razor thin profit margins and even more than Samsung, copy Apple slavishly.”

Apple wins. And it’s looking good in China, too.

So, farewell then, Baobab and Pomegranate

Monday, 6 October, 2014 0 Comments

“Our aim is to make our website easier for new visitors to navigate by reducing the number of blogs, many of which have rather esoteric names; it is not immediately obvious, even to hardened Economist fans, that the place to look for Africa news is a blog called Baobab.” So goes the news that The Economist is shuttering its Africa blog, Baobab. The axe has fallen, too, on Pomegranate. Whither Banyan and Babbage?

Sipping an aging whiskey of distances and departures

Sunday, 5 October, 2014 0 Comments

With autumn incoming, it’s time to read the poetry of Thomas McGrath, which is filled with wonderful weather imagery. Beyond the Red River is particularly good at this time of year. McGrath tells of “the long freight of autumn” and a “machinery of early storms” rolling in the direction of holiday homes where “summer still dozed in the pool-side chairs”. And there’s the lovely “aging whiskey of distances and departures”.

Beyond the Red River

The birds have flown their summer skies to the south,
And the flower-money is drying in the banks of bent grass
Which the bumble bee has abandoned. We wait for a winter lion,
Body of ice-crystals and sombrero of dead leaves.

A month ago, from the salt engines of the sea,
A machinery of early storms rolled toward the holiday houses
Where summer still dozed in the pool-side chairs, sipping
An aging whiskey of distances and departures.

Now the long freight of autumn goes smoking out of the land.
My possibles are all packed up, but still I do not leave.
I am happy enough here, where Dakota drifts wild in the universe,
Where the prairie is starting to shake in the surf of the winter dark.

Thomas McGrath (1916 — 1990)

The Innerworld of Electric Youth

Saturday, 4 October, 2014 0 Comments

Austin Garrick and Bronwyn Griffin are Electric Youth, a synth-pop duo from Toronto. On Tuesday, they released their debut album Innerworld and here’s the second track.