Kin and Kindle

Once upon a time, Robin Williams said, “Cocaine is God’s way of telling you that you have too much money.” This week I bought a Kindle. It costs $399 (but I had $150 in gift-credit, so I pretended it only cost $250), can download books wirelessly from Amazon, is perfectly readable in daylight, can take a 2gb SD card to store a couple bazillion books, has some neat internet functions, is a butt-ugly monstrosity of design, and is almost certainly God’s way of telling me that I’m earning too much.

(And it’s proof that I’m a tremendous geek, but it’s not like we needed more of that.)

Click on the image for pictures from the unboxening:

That’s an excerpt from Chelsea Handler’s new book, Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. She is an awfully funny writer.

Anyway, I’ll play around with this thing for a while and report back. If it manages to become a book-version of the iPod, I’ll be a happy man. This will be predicated on how comfortable I get with reading off an e-ink screen like this, and how insecure I get at not having “the actual book” in my hands.

(Man, it sure is an awful piece of design. Makes you realize how amazing Apple is with this sorta thing.)

Flip out

I’m pretty happy about that Flip Video Ultra I bought a few weeks ago. It looks like Pure Digital, the manufacturer, is pretty happy with the response, having turned the marketplace upside-down in the past year.

I know I haven’t posted much video yet, but I’ve been too busy to sit down and figure out optimal settings, edit clips, etc. So, in honor of his first seder tonight, here’s a new clip of Rufus going crazy on that pheasant-toy of his (you may recall that he tore the head off the guy about 5 minutes after we bought it):

Magaziner

I’ll be pretty busy this week, getting the May issue together. We launched the magazine in 1999, and I’m a little embarrassed that I’ve yet to do any sort of redesign since then. But dammit, Jim, I’m an editor, not a designer!

Except that we all do our own designs at my company, which is why the mags tend to look like they were laid out by editors. Anyway, to make myself feel even more inadequate as a designer, I read this long, engaging interview with “British editorial design icon” David Hillman.

To compound my sense of half-assing things, I read this insanely in-depth article about the design of Monocle’s magazine and website.

I’m glad I was able to get some laughs from this gallery of The Onion’s Sunday magazine covers. (link via macCulture)

(If you’re interested in what magazines I subscribe to, here’s the list.)

What it is: 4/14/08

What I’m reading: Locas, by Jaime Hernandez. Just feeling sentimental for Maggie & Hopey, I guess.

What I’m listening to: She and Him, Vol. 1, but not getting into it.

What I’m watching: A marathon of The Deadliest Catch, in preparation for the premier of the new season.

What I’m drinking: Guinness Extra Stout (bottled)

What I’m happy about: That Starbucks’ new Pike Place roast isn’t anywhere near as offensive as its old coffee. I mean, I still wouldn’t choose to stand on line behind a bunch of people ordering orange mocha frappuccinos, but at least I know that if I DO have to go to a Starbucks, at least I’ll be able to get a decent black coffee. Oh, and here’s an article on their retro mermaid logo. This is not a mermaid.

What I’m sad about: That DirecTV’s installer messed up the installation of my new dish, so a bunch of my HD channels are badly digitizing/artifacting. Now I gotta work at home today so they can get someone out here to realign it. But it’ll be pretty sweet to have all those extra HD channels.

What I’m pondering: Why LeBron James is getting so much MVP consideration, given that his team is barely over .500 in a terrible conference.

Head, meet wall

John Crudele, the very good business columnist at the NYPost, regularly warns us to take the Labor Department’s monthly employment figures with a grain of salt; the birth/death model they employ can fudge a lot of employment stats.

The numbers that came out today are pretty depressing — a loss of 80,000 jobs, and a revised estimate of increased job losses in January and February — but Crudele points out that the April figures (to be released May 2) tend to be twice as “generous” with the number of new jobs that Labor thinks were created, but can’t prove. So we’ll probably see uninformed commentary about how the economy is turning around, about one month from today.

This NYTimes article on the unemployment report isn’t as entertaining as Crudele’s writing, although it does point out that Hillary Clinton “referred to herself as a ‘Paulette Revere’ whose calls for financial assistance have gone unheeded.”

After some harrowing stories of industrial regions that have seen tremendous job losses, the article concludes with this anecdote:

The downturn has even come to San Francisco, where highly trained workers with elite degrees flock to work for some of the world’s biggest technology companies. CNet Networks, the online media giant, laid off 10 percent of its staff — about 120 workers — this year in an effort to increase profitability and its share price. Yahoo, the search engine company, said it would cut its work force by 1,000.

Until recently, Parul Vora, 28, was earning a six-figure salary as part of an elite research team at Yahoo. Ms. Vora, who has a master’s degree from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, lost her job in early February.

“I had never been laid off and never imagined being laid off,” Ms. Vora said. “I was sad personally and professionally.”

But Ms. Vora has better prospects than most. She said she has already been wooed by several potential employers.

“There are a lot of jobs out there, but I’m pretty picky,” Ms. Vora said. “My biggest worry is finding a new job I like.”

Seriously: that’s the end of the article. See, the times are tough for everyone, even a 28-year-old MIT post-grad who lives in the most expensive city in the country and who counts as unemployed, but is lining up job offers and doesn’t know which one to take.

I guess they’re writing to their demographic or something.