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Highlights:&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Hiking - Lots of great trails leave directly from Ambleside.  Nothing is too rigorous but there are nice views over the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/LakeDistrict#5324293924225645666"&gt;lakes &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/LakeDistrict#5324293291651588018"&gt;crumbling stone walls&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/LakeDistrict#5324294009149869506"&gt;farmhouses &lt;/a&gt;create interesting scenery.  On Easter weekend there are also plenty of &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/LakeDistrict#5324297531380900834"&gt;newborn lambs&lt;/a&gt;.  The quaint villages (Troutbeck, Grasmere) provide a good stop for tea or a pint. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Eating - Ambleside is overflowing with restaurants but our favorite was &lt;a href="http://www.loghouse.co.uk/restaurant&amp;amp;Bar/restaurantBar.htm"&gt;The Log House&lt;/a&gt; (bruschetta w/ beetroot chutney as a twist, lamb on root/mint mash and killer pavlova for desert).  We also had a great local cheese and chutney sandwich for lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.lucysofambleside.co.uk/delicatessen/index.html"&gt;Lucy's Deli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Sleeping - We stayed at the &lt;a href="http://www.oldvicarageambleside.co.uk/"&gt;Old Vicarage B&amp;amp;B&lt;/a&gt; which has huge rooms, English breakfasts and the obligatory (but acceptable) level of funkiness for a B&amp;amp;B.  The hot tub seemed incongruous but after a long hike it made perfect sense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So essentially the highlights of the Lake District boil down to walking, eating and sleeping.  It sounds rather mundane but it really was fantastic.  Also, as a former Seattle-ite who misses REI, Ambleside appears to have the single highest concentration of outdoor sport shops anywhere in England. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the downsides, it's hard to think of any.  We were fully expecting a day of rain but that never materialized.  The town was crowded but that didn't extend to the trails.  All in all, a great trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;iframe src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=104648698476158076060.00046911023aa619021e5&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;ll=54.435707,-2.976952&amp;amp;spn=0.069889,0.145912&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;output=embed" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=104648698476158076060.00046911023aa619021e5&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;ll=54.435707,-2.976952&amp;amp;spn=0.069889,0.145912&amp;amp;z=12&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: #0000ff; text-align: left"&gt;Ambleside Hikes&lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="425" height="292" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwseblen%2Falbumid%2F5324292969751674321%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-2279328330390843644?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/eLOPoQOmyww" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/2279328330390843644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=2279328330390843644" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/2279328330390843644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/2279328330390843644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/eLOPoQOmyww/lake-district.html" title="The Lake District" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2009/04/lake-district.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYBRnwzcSp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-2330621914412505713</id><published>2009-02-23T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:39:17.289+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:39:17.289+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Brussels, Belgium</title><content type="html">From Feb 20-22 Becky and I visited my cousin &lt;a href="http://susaninbelgium.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan &lt;/a&gt;who is studying in Brussels for the semester.  The Eurostar made this an easy trip; we arrived in under two hours and avoided any airport hassles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we explored Brugge.  Unfortunately, the Groeninge Museum which we wanted to see was closed.  Instead we visited the &lt;a href="http://www.sacred-destinations.com/belgium/bruges-basilica-of-holy-blood.htm"&gt;Basilica of the Holy Blood &lt;/a&gt;that features a huge gaudy silver reliquary which they claim contains a vial of Jesus' blood (ahem, vampires?) and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_Our_Lady,_Bruges"&gt;Onze Lieve Vrouwkerk &lt;/a&gt;that boasts a Madonna by Michaelangelo.  Despite the celebrity sculpture, we were more intrigued by the excavated 13th and 14th century tombs with rough drawings and graffiti on the inside.  We didn't stay for long though since the church was so cold we could see our breath.   We walked the narrow cobbled streets and found the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Brussels#5306127149261530370"&gt;courtyard of the monastery&lt;/a&gt; (peaceful) and the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Brussels#5306126552045002946"&gt;museum devoted to "friet"&lt;/a&gt; (freaky).  Brugge itself was reminiscent of Cambridge with old stone buildings perched along a small river (&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Brussels#5306126454481761058"&gt;which&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/PhDGraduation#5328916483093644946"&gt;which&lt;/a&gt;?) although they have horse drawn carriage rides in addition to boat tours which doubles the number of shills hawking tourist transportation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Brussels the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Brussels#5306126213748170594"&gt;Grote Markt&lt;/a&gt; is the central plaza but we were surprised to find it almost empty in the morning.  Since the city lacks that blockbuster attractions of some other European capitals, I suspect it doesn't draw the same size crowds and they're not clustering around a small set of highlights.  We visited the huge collection on display at the &lt;a href="http://www.fine-arts-museum.be/"&gt;Royal Museum of Fine Arts of Belgium&lt;/a&gt; including David's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_of_Marat"&gt;Death of Marat&lt;/a&gt;, a smattering of modern masterpieces (Magritte, Picasso, Chagall), and a special exhibition featuring &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Brussels#5306127870677714210"&gt;Reubens paintings of an intimidating scale&lt;/a&gt;.  We also paid a visit to the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Brussels#5306127056173763218"&gt;Mannekin Pis&lt;/a&gt;, the Cathedral in Brussels, the EU Quarter, and the Science Museum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was a highlight throughout the trip.  The first night Becky ordered what must qualify as a "bucketful" of mussels at &lt;a href="http://www.auxarmesdebruxelles.be/"&gt;Aux Armes de Bruxelles&lt;/a&gt; and the second night we ate at a good bistro-esque place called &lt;a href="http://www.lesbrassins.com/"&gt;Les Brassins&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not usually one to rave about beers but the Trappist beer and kreik (cherry beer) were great.  Other food stops included the original Pan Quotidian (sandwich of beef carpaccio) and a midday break for a Belgian Waffle (of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, highlights were getting to catch up with Susan and the Reubens exhibition at the art museum.  Lowlight was Becky bruising her heel while walking in Brugge. &lt;embed src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwseblen%2Falbumid%2F5306126163154585969%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-2330621914412505713?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/mzUOSGNilYk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/2330621914412505713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=2330621914412505713" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/2330621914412505713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/2330621914412505713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/mzUOSGNilYk/brussels-belgium.html" title="Brussels, Belgium" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2009/02/brussels-belgium.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcAR384eSp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-1350913684190113844</id><published>2008-07-26T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:37:26.131+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:37:26.131+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>67 things I'll miss about Cambridge</title><content type="html">This is quite a haphazard post but tonight is my last night as a resident of Cambridge, England so here's a list of things I like or will miss about living here.  It's in no particular order other than starting with food and drink and switching into sights and experiences.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Free Press * Bruno's Brasserie * 22 Chesterton * The Veggie Van on Market Street * Jacket Potatoes from the Tram Stop * Cheese Toasties from The Pig * The Rice Boat * Friendly service at The Maharaja * The Cheese Shop in All Saints Passage * Indigo * Cambridge Real Ale Festival * The Flying Pig Pub * The Eagle * The Mill *St. Radegund Pub * Tea at the Orchard * Origin8 * Yippee Noodle * Hall at John's * Backstreet Bistro * Troeckle Ulmann &amp;amp; Freunde * Lunch at Lawyers * Kebabs from Effes * Decent Mexican at Manna Mexico * The Little Tea Shop (may it Rest in Peace) * Michaelhouse Cafe * Chelsea bun ice cream at Fitzbillies * Savino's Cafe * Salisbury Arms * Bangkok City * Saffron Brasserie * Cats on Portugal Place * Kettles Yard Gallery * &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/search/?q=Cambridge%20Senate%20House%20passage&amp;amp;w=all&amp;amp;s=int"&gt;Senate House Passage &lt;/a&gt;* Chimney Pots along Trinity Lane * Fellows Garden at Clare * Fitzwilliam Museum * Whale skeleton outside the Zoology Museum * &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?s=int&amp;amp;q=Bridge+of+Sighs+Cambridge&amp;amp;m=text"&gt;Bridge of Sighs in St John's&lt;/a&gt; * Sculpture in Jesus College * Cambridge Botanical Garden * Kings College Chapel * Thatched cottages in Grantchester * Shops in Newnham * &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/mbphotography/1492356218/"&gt;Old chestnut trees &lt;/a&gt;along the path in Jesus Green * Used Bookshops off Peas Hill * Orchard Street * The arcade and massive gate in New Court (St John's College) * &lt;a href="http://www.camcycle.org.uk/map/location/10504/"&gt;The Heavy Metal bicyclist&lt;/a&gt; * Ducks wandering out of Emmanuel College * John's and Trinity Fireworks during May Week * Rose Crescent decorated with Christmas lights * Tourists filming rising bollards * Punting on the Cam * Watching punt traffic jams on the Cam * Crazy hippies going to Strawberry Fair * Roses in May * &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSSXMb4z3nE"&gt;The busker in the trash can&lt;/a&gt; * Graduation processions to the Senate House * Baby Ducklings in the water off Jesus Green * Bumps * Picnics on The Backs * Cows mingling with people outside the Mill * Kissing gates on the way to Grantchester * &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Peterhouse"&gt;Daffodils in Peterhouse in March&lt;/a&gt; * The Music man with singing dogs * The big issue salesman outside Sainsbury's * &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/arjones/272557625/"&gt;The Ivy turning &lt;/a&gt;on the back of New Court (John's) in Autumn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what top list would be complete without a small section of opposites?  So here are five things I definitely won't miss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tourist throngs * The pathetic Irish Flutist and misplaced Pan Pipe Street Musician * The Crapft Fair across from St. John's * Lion Yard * The country's most jam-packed Sainsbury's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell Cambridge!  (But we'll be visiting soon...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-1350913684190113844?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/ks8-d1lErao" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/1350913684190113844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=1350913684190113844" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/1350913684190113844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/1350913684190113844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/ks8-d1lErao/67-things-ill-miss-about-cambridge.html" title="67 things I'll miss about Cambridge" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/07/67-things-ill-miss-about-cambridge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMHQH05eSp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-7479857124793289269</id><published>2008-06-26T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:43:51.321+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:43:51.321+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Living abroad" /><title>Perils of Principles for Politicians</title><content type="html">One of the more dramatic political stories this month was the news that David Davis, a Member of Parliament, &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/7450627.stm"&gt;resigned in protest&lt;/a&gt; over plans to extend detention of terrorist suspects up to 42 days.  Whether or not you agree with the disputed legislation or the form of disagreement there's something refreshing about a politician who is willing to step down as a statement of principle.  I am aware of a few other British government officials who had taken similar steps; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Cook"&gt;Robin Cook&lt;/a&gt; resigned as leader of the House of Commons in March 2003 and a few months later &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2003/may/12/labour.voluntarysector"&gt;Clare Short&lt;/a&gt; resigned from Tony Blair's cabinet over the Iraq war.  Although not exactly a model politician, you could possible include George Galloway in the list of MPs willing to take a stand since his openly anti-war rhetoric led to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Galloway#Expulsion_from_the_Labour_Party"&gt;expulsion from his own party&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was curious to contrast the resignations from Parliament with resignations from the US House and Senate.  A quick Google search tells a very different story between American and British politicians.   &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Senator Trent Lott resigned in 2007 over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trent_Lott#Resignation_from_Senate_leadership"&gt;racially insensitive comments&lt;/a&gt; made at the birthday of a fellow Senator.&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl3OgF1rvI/AAAAAAAAFvw/jzXI2szkzFA/s400/larrycraig.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 231px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339429924240731890" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Speaker of the House Tom Delay resigned in 2006 after being &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/28/AR2005092800270.html"&gt;indicted on a charge of conspiracy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Representative Mark Foley resigned in 2006 after his &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2150978/"&gt;raunchy IMs to teenage boys &lt;/a&gt;were uncovered.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Senator Larry Craig submitted a resignation in 2007 after being &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/story?id=3546350&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;arrested for lewd conduct in a Minneapolis airport bathroom&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It is unfair to judge a country's politicians by the resignation of a few, but it's hard to deny there is a pretty clear pattern here.  Members of the US Congress have a tendency to fall afoul of societal norms and principles and lose their position as a result, while British politicians are keen to uphold a principle at the expense of their position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-7479857124793289269?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/XvhSEyfqeuA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/7479857124793289269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=7479857124793289269" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/7479857124793289269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/7479857124793289269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/XvhSEyfqeuA/perils-of-principles-for-politicians.html" title="Perils of Principles for Politicians" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl3OgF1rvI/AAAAAAAAFvw/jzXI2szkzFA/s72-c/larrycraig.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2009/05/perils-of-principles-for-politicians.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFQ3s9eip7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-2191140121040598418</id><published>2008-06-04T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:45:12.562+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:45:12.562+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>Peeking out from under the news bubble</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl2N2PZqGI/AAAAAAAAFvo/l603esM9zwg/s1600-h/newscoverage2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before travelling to a new country, I like to set a Google alert on the name of the country to get a sense of its big news stories.  I've &lt;a href="http://www.libraryhouse.net/blog/2007/07/03/zambia-the-last-internet-frontier/"&gt;written before&lt;/a&gt; about how shockingly little information appears on the web about some countries, but I've finally found some evidence about why this happens.  Alisa Miller, head of Public Radio International, gave a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ly7Btx0Stg"&gt;great talk&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED 2007&lt;/a&gt; on the subject of news coverage.  The image below sums up the essence of her presentation by showing the number of seconds of American network and cable news coverage devoted to each country.  Beyond the graphics she also highlighted some depressing stats like the fact that coverage of Russia, China, and India (over 1/3 of the world's population) produced just one percent of the news coverage.  More embarassingly, the death of Anna Nicole Smith recieved more coverage than any foreign country except Iraq. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl2N2PZqGI/AAAAAAAAFvo/l603esM9zwg/s1600-h/newscoverage2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl2N2PZqGI/AAAAAAAAFvo/l603esM9zwg/s400/newscoverage2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339428813494921314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it would be easy to blame this on a "dumbed down" audience, Miller rightly highlights that national celebrity stories are a lot cheaper to cover especially as foreign bureaus are eliminated and entire continents (Africa and South America) are left with no network presence.  I had assumed that online coverage might be more robust but Miller noted that the 14,000+ stories on Google News homepage only covered 24 unique stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm optimisitic that online tools will eventually find a way to present better coverage about what's going on in the world.  A company like &lt;a href="http://www.silobreaker.com/"&gt;Silobreaker&lt;/a&gt; has made some good efforts to elevate a broader set of news and add more context through visualisations.  I supect that meta-analysis of a service like &lt;a href="http://friendfeed.com/"&gt;FriendFeed&lt;/a&gt; could yield a personalised, but not narrow, news service.  I can't object to people wanting lots of news about Anna Nicole Smith but if the existing news services can't produce a more diverse picture then  I hope some new companies will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-2191140121040598418?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/HlHzUPk-iCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/2191140121040598418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=2191140121040598418" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/2191140121040598418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/2191140121040598418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/HlHzUPk-iCk/peeking-out-from-under-news-bubble.html" title="Peeking out from under the news bubble" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl2N2PZqGI/AAAAAAAAFvo/l603esM9zwg/s72-c/newscoverage2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/06/peeking-out-from-under-news-bubble.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIBSXw5eCp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-8883806973954595632</id><published>2008-06-01T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:45:58.220+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:45:58.220+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Living abroad" /><title>And the Dakotas fend off kitsch country music from the South…</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shlz3ktqsaI/AAAAAAAAFvg/lahZZzzNdVY/s1600-h/latvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shlz3ktqsaI/AAAAAAAAFvg/lahZZzzNdVY/s320/latvia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339426231809651106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a tad disappointed to discover that I missed the annual rehashing of European alliances through gratuitous key changes and gaudy costumes, better known to some as &lt;a href="http://www.eurovision.tv/"&gt;Eurovision&lt;/a&gt;. I was totally uninitiated to this spectacle until I moved to the UK, but I have come to enjoy the absurdity of the event as long as it's consumed along with a generous &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8tuRKUlUS4"&gt;sprinkling of kind words &lt;/a&gt;from Terry Wogan.  Despite missing the live show I was happy to discover some quality kitsch entries from this year featuring &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJekvU3lLhI"&gt;robot dancing for a live chicken&lt;/a&gt; (thanks Bosnia &amp;amp; Herzegovina!), &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=d8wjcMus_m4"&gt;feathered men singing falsetto&lt;/a&gt; (thanks Azerbaijan!), and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JG1WZqHTLQU"&gt;dancing pirates&lt;/a&gt; (thanks Latvia!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One entertaining aspect is the fierce alliances (and enmities) that appear between countries during the voting.  Turkey and Armenia are usually loathe to honor each other while Scandinavian and Balkan countries are almost always reciprocal in their vote sharing and Cyprus and Greece have awarded each other the highest number of points in every year of the competition.  This has made me wonder what an AmericaVision Song Contest would look like.  Would there be bastions of country music voting in the south and would the Dakotas always vote for each other?  Would California or New York be punished like Britain for producing a majority of real bands?  And if Ukraine can muster a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9rJLtz64Hg"&gt;tin-foil wrapped drag queen&lt;/a&gt; what boundaries would be pushed by Americans?  Who knows if the US will ever pull this off but I would definitely like to see it - especially if Terry Wogan is commenting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-8883806973954595632?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/0AkvfP43m8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/8883806973954595632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=8883806973954595632" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8883806973954595632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8883806973954595632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/0AkvfP43m8o/and-dakotas-fend-off-kitsch-country.html" title="And the Dakotas fend off kitsch country music from the South…" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shlz3ktqsaI/AAAAAAAAFvg/lahZZzzNdVY/s72-c/latvia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/06/and-dakotas-fend-off-kitsch-country.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEERX05fyp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-5371576715052781503</id><published>2008-05-28T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:46:44.327+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:46:44.327+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>Painting with Gunpowder</title><content type="html">This weekend I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.guggenheim.org/exhibitions/exhibition_pages/cai_overview.html"&gt;Cai Guo-Quiang exhibition at the Guggenheim&lt;/a&gt;.  I had never heard of this artist before but really liked some of his pieces. &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/ShlzGE3ULBI/AAAAAAAAFvY/P7Ug6TdvuIU/s400/guggenheim.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339425381446593554" /&gt;The entire atrium is filled with an installation that looks like a time lapse photo of a bomb sending a car flying through the air (but is actually real cars suspended from the ceiling).  Another installation involved life sized tigers and rocks which visitors walked through as if they had entered the drawing on a Chinese scroll. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most notable aspect of Cai Guo-Quiang is his "paintings" where he uses explosives to create images.  He works by laying fuse cord against heavy paper and interspersing fireproof layers with gunpowder (video below).  I was underwhelmed by his early paintings which, to be honest, sometimes just looked like industrial accidents but his later works were elegant and detailed.  One exceptional painting was a bird landing on a pine tree where the needles and feathers were outlined by the fringes of explosive marks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of personal preferences for the explosive pieces it was obvious that Cai was creative and innovative.  It was also encouraging to see that he had the opportunity to improve and refine this technique to create some impressive works that were not just production novelties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made me think about entrepreneurs and startups who are innovative and game changing but never get the opportunity to see their creation succeed.  It seems almost a rule that the company that develops something totally new will not succeed or profit from their inventions.  Everyone knows YouTube, but who remembers &lt;a href="http://www.beet.tv/2007/07/first-video-sha.html"&gt;ShareYourWorld.com&lt;/a&gt;?  Or who still uses Friendster in the face of Facebook?  Perhaps I'm naive in the world of art and maybe there are artists that develop innovative techniques only to see them co-opted more successfully be others.  However, it seems like the art world is willing to place value on brilliant ideas but the business world has a brutal memory that only recalls the financial successes.&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8tya2qfKPc&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8tya2qfKPc&amp;amp;hl=en" height="355" width="425" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-5371576715052781503?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/Yyy-UqWgdIw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/5371576715052781503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=5371576715052781503" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5371576715052781503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5371576715052781503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/Yyy-UqWgdIw/painting-with-gunpowder.html" title="Painting with Gunpowder" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/ShlzGE3ULBI/AAAAAAAAFvY/P7Ug6TdvuIU/s72-c/guggenheim.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/05/painting-with-gunpowder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMSH4_cCp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-5598167567444698713</id><published>2008-05-12T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:14:49.048+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:14:49.048+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>Killer Cassette Tapes</title><content type="html">This weekend I was at the house of a friend who has an old fashioned vinyl record collection.  I got a laugh when I found this insert (photo below) in one of the albums.  It's sad that the music industry perpetually hounds its customers not to share products that they enjoy.  Can you imagine if publishers included bookmarks in every book warning that sharing novels kills the industry and harms authors? Ironically, it's the tapes that have died and the music industry that keeps thriving. &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/ShlySD-29pI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/fuXETofDtdQ/s400/hometaping.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424487856600722" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-5598167567444698713?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/toYt7SZDvU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/5598167567444698713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=5598167567444698713" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5598167567444698713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5598167567444698713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/toYt7SZDvU8/killer-cassette-tapes.html" title="Killer Cassette Tapes" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/ShlySD-29pI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/fuXETofDtdQ/s72-c/hometaping.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/05/killer-cassette-tapes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UNRXg9eip7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-3297205801862938584</id><published>2008-05-06T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:08:14.662+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:08:14.662+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Bath, England</title><content type="html">Over the bank holiday weekend, Becky and I spent three days in Bath.  Here's the quick rundown.  Highlights:&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stonehenge"&gt;Stonehenge&lt;/a&gt;:  Big rocks rock.  I wonder what archaeologists will think 5000 years in the future when they see a stone circle surrounded by a circular path walked by hundreds of thousands of visitors each year and situated near the crossroads of two highways.  Somehow I suspect that "pilgrims" and "tourists" look devilishly similar in the archaeological record.     &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.romanbaths.co.uk/"&gt;Roman Baths&lt;/a&gt;: Interesting museum complex with cool catwalks over the excavated temples.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanmuseum.org/"&gt;American Museum&lt;/a&gt;:  Yes, it's odd for an American to visit this museum in Britain, but it was intriguing to revisit years of history classes in a single museum.  It's a stark reminder that any sort of national museum is massively distilled, but the displays were well designed so we still found it engaging.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Food:  Not sure if this is specific to Bath or a fluke of better planning than normal, but we went to some really good restaurants.  Two favorites were &lt;a href="http://www.demuths.co.uk/"&gt;Demuths&lt;/a&gt; (desert: poached pears with lemon mascarpone cheese and sprinkled with crunchy honeycomb and fresh thyme - sounds crazy but the flavor was totally unique and very good) and &lt;a href="http://www.finecheese.co.uk/shop_bath.htm"&gt;The Fine Cheese Co&lt;/a&gt; (lunch: unpasteurized cheddar and chutney sandwich - simple and tasty).   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Other sights included &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bath_Abbey"&gt;Bath Abbey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Crescent"&gt;The Royal Crescent&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.bath-preservation-trust.org.uk/?id=3"&gt;Museum at Number 1 Royal Crescent&lt;/a&gt; (good), &lt;a href="http://www.bath-preservation-trust.org.uk/?id=4"&gt;Building of Bath Museum&lt;/a&gt; (eh), Great Pulteney Street, various public gardens, and the closed doors of several sights that didn't bother to open on Bank Holiday Monday.  This segues nicely to lowlights of the trip:&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Bath Rugby Team Party: The Bath Rugby team had a party in the garden next door to the hotel.  And they had a DJ playing outside until 1:30am.  And the police showed up &lt;em&gt;but couldn't shut it down because it was the responsibility of the environmental agency to address sound complaints.  HUH?    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Manual train switching:  I love National Rail when it works.  But when it doesn't it's a pain.  Immediately after leaving London we were informed the train required "manual switching" which I don't know what that means but it resulted in us driving at about 10 mph and arriving an hour and a half late. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Bath Spring Water: Healing properties be damned!  The stuff tastes like stagnant well-water filtered with dirt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;embed src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwseblen%2Falbumid%2F5196996926212965249%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-3297205801862938584?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/KZziks8qphs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/3297205801862938584/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=3297205801862938584" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3297205801862938584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3297205801862938584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/KZziks8qphs/bath-england.html" title="Bath, England" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/05/bath-england.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMGQXc5cCp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-428733057108035253</id><published>2008-04-30T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:00:20.928+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T18:00:20.928+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Listening" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>Sorry I burned your money</title><content type="html">The last episode of &lt;a href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1239"&gt;This American Life&lt;/a&gt; concluded with an entertaining bit about the parodies that have been created from William Carlos Williams' poem/half-hearted-&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl8X6dzXZI/AAAAAAAAFwg/JFq_reZFGk8/s400/burned_dollar.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339435583497526674" /&gt;apology &lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15535"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Just to Say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm not normally a consumer of poetry but I found this particularly entertaining.  I think there's something to be said for hearing a poem instead of reading it that really makes it stick.  Or maybe it was that tiny drop of sarcasm.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry But it was Beautiful&lt;/em&gt; by Andrew Vecchione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I took your money and burned it&lt;br /&gt;    but it looked like the world falling&lt;br /&gt;    apart when it crackled and burned.&lt;br /&gt;So I think it was worth it after all&lt;br /&gt;    you can't see the world fall apart&lt;br /&gt;    every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-428733057108035253?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/Ig6dg3p-7H4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/428733057108035253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=428733057108035253" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/428733057108035253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/428733057108035253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/Ig6dg3p-7H4/sorry-i-burned-your-money_30.html" title="Sorry I burned your money" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl8X6dzXZI/AAAAAAAAFwg/JFq_reZFGk8/s72-c/burned_dollar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/04/sorry-i-burned-your-money_30.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMRHY_cCp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-5905448823622925706</id><published>2008-04-23T23:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:56:25.848+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:56:25.848+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Living abroad" /><title>George versus Patrick</title><content type="html">If it weren't for the doodle on google.co.uk, I wouldn't have known that today is St. George's Day.  Perhaps I should have figured it out when I saw a throng of guys &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl8MTsjiyI/AAAAAAAAFwY/5JyaRzPdfPo/s400/stgeorge08.gif" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339435384111860514" /&gt;in faux chain mail sword fighting on my way home.  Come to think of it, I had no idea that St. George is the patron saint of England until I moved here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast that with St Patrick, the Irish equivalent, who manages to get extra special attention in Seattle, Cambridge, and just about any city I've been in on March 17th.  Maybe there's something to be said for the enthusiasm of the Irish diaspora but that doesn't explain why St Paddy's day gets more attention than St George's day &lt;em&gt;in England&lt;/em&gt;.  Or maybe there's something to be said for the fact Guinness spends millions on ads in the US but you would be hard pressed to find a pint of Carling or Green King.  I'm not quite sure what makes one holiday more celebrated than another but it sure seems that George got a raw deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-5905448823622925706?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/F_wB7jW7cek" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/5905448823622925706/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=5905448823622925706" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5905448823622925706?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5905448823622925706?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/F_wB7jW7cek/george-versus-patrick_23.html" title="George versus Patrick" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl8MTsjiyI/AAAAAAAAFwY/5JyaRzPdfPo/s72-c/stgeorge08.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/04/george-versus-patrick_23.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYARnY9eSp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-3480788079233380742</id><published>2008-04-17T13:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:55:47.861+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:55:47.861+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>Techno Bedouins</title><content type="html">This week the Economist ran an interesting special report on &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/specialreports/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10950394"&gt;mobility&lt;/a&gt;.  When I first downloaded the &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/specialreports/displaystory.cfm?story_id=11001387"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt; and saw the title "Mobility" I thought this was about social mobility or perhaps even physical mobility (obesity epidemic crimps range of human motion?).   The article actually focuses on the impact of pervasive connectivity on topics as diverse as work, architecture, language, activism, and social interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl8CMtZc9I/AAAAAAAAFwQ/8Ae7uSK2I7g/s400/bedouin.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 269px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339435210437653458" /&gt;The phrase "digital nomad" was repeatedly used in the article and one variation, "techno Bedouin," struck a chord with me.  I was reminded of a friend who spent a season doing archeological work in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petra"&gt;Petra&lt;/a&gt; and lived in a Bedouin village during that time.  You may be thinking "Bedouins?  In villages?  Contradiction!"  But the Bedouins in that area were given homes by the government and forced to settle.  One unexpected problem with this forced settlement was garbage.  The society previously traveled to consume natural supplies where they were produced and disposed of their rubbish as they moved.  With settlement, suddenly food needed more packing to be brought to them and the traditional trash disposal resulted in piles of garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this have to do with techno Bedouins?  It's a reminder to ask what is the "trash" that no one considers when we switch from a settled to technomadic existence.  I think The Economist actually touched on one of the problems: constant connectivity has placed a premium on speed of response over quality.    We start spending so much time consuming and acknowledging information that no time is spent to ponder broader trends or think critically about the data we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the constant connectivity to be maddening at times but there is a silver lining.  I suspect there’s a positive impact on the subject that I originally thought this report covered: social mobility. As opposed to one or two decades ago when only a subset of society could be constantly connected (think early cell phones or PDAs), now everyone has access to mobile technology, even in the developing world. More importantly, the real value of information is now about interpretation rather than access.  And unlike access to data, interpretation only requires brainpower which is quite an equitably distributed resource.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-3480788079233380742?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/vaG2pIjNzPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/3480788079233380742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=3480788079233380742" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3480788079233380742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3480788079233380742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/vaG2pIjNzPY/techno-bedouins_17.html" title="Techno Bedouins" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl8CMtZc9I/AAAAAAAAFwQ/8Ae7uSK2I7g/s72-c/bedouin.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/04/techno-bedouins_17.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDRHw-fip7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-6005024295333928875</id><published>2008-04-15T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:54:35.256+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:54:35.256+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title>Two Cents about Three Dollars</title><content type="html">Every year at tax time, I happily tick the box to allocate $3 of my federal taxes to the &lt;a href="http://www.fec.gov/info/checkoff.htm"&gt;Presidential Election Campaign Fund&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl7w8PowTI/AAAAAAAAFwI/les33AgHv8k/s400/3dollar.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 111px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434913960083762" /&gt;I've had a vague idea that this was a valuable bit of support for public funding of the presidential elections.  It doesn't cost the taxpayer anything extra and any effort to reduce the tyranny of fundraising on the campaign trail  must be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came across an &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2188973/"&gt;article in slate&lt;/a&gt; that gave me second thoughts about this donation.  First off, I was reminded that McCain and Obama may reject these funds because they can avoid spending caps if they rely on private donations.   That could result in $168 million sitting untouched in a Treasury Department account until 2012 (assuming the next presidental campaign took public money).   Secondly, the Slate article suggested that about $16 million would go towards each nominating convention.  I'm not a fan of pumping more money into these events which seem to be all spectacle and no substance.  Why not adopt the British model of an &lt;em&gt;annual&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Party_conference_season"&gt;party conference&lt;/a&gt; which keeps discussion of issues fresh and makes it harder to forget what was said last time around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a moot point this year as my taxes are already mailed off but definitely food for thought for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-6005024295333928875?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/P-M2x2sDTss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/6005024295333928875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=6005024295333928875" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/6005024295333928875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/6005024295333928875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/P-M2x2sDTss/two-cents-about-three-dollars_15.html" title="Two Cents about Three Dollars" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl7w8PowTI/AAAAAAAAFwI/les33AgHv8k/s72-c/3dollar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/04/two-cents-about-three-dollars_15.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRHc9cCp7ImA9WxJSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-5890447013581537756</id><published>2008-04-05T18:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:32:35.968+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T22:32:35.968+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>The Orphanage</title><content type="html">I highly recommend going to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0464141/"&gt;The Orphanage&lt;/a&gt;  even if you don't typically like horror/suspense movies.  The story was solid and it was almost entirely free of gratuitous violence while still delivering some serious shocks.  And, it has legitimate movie "credentials" because it's in a foreign language, right?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I do need to thank the man sitting in front of us who broke the tension by delivering a LOUD I've-been-smacked-in-the-gut grunt at one of the scariest moments which sent laughter through the theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-5890447013581537756?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/lbtX9UbKbxI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/5890447013581537756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=5890447013581537756" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5890447013581537756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/5890447013581537756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/lbtX9UbKbxI/orphanage_05.html" title="The Orphanage" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/04/orphanage_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRHc-fyp7ImA9WxJSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-3264972667149738740</id><published>2008-04-02T23:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:32:35.957+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T22:32:35.957+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>The Cosmic IQ Test</title><content type="html">Yesterday I came across an inspirational nugget while listening to one of Stanford's &lt;a href="http://edcorner.stanford.edu/podcasts.html"&gt;Entrepreneurial Thought Leader&lt;/a&gt; podcasts.  I was about fifty minutes through the discussion of Angel Investing when this anecdote caught my attention.  The only context you need to know is that this guy is speaking to a lecture hall full of Stanford students.  (Note that this is my rough transcription of the speaker so I'd encourage you to listen to the audio version &lt;a href="http://edcorner.stanford.edu/authorMaterialInfo.html?mid=1902"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; starting at 50:55)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;     A couple months ago I was walking through the airport really early in the morning and the TSA guy goes to me "How are ya doin'?" And I said "Great. How are you doing?"  And he goes "What does it look like?  I'm livin' the dream!" &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;     At that point this epiphany came over me that if you go to Stanford University, you're in the rare position of privilege that you'll pretty much get to choose what you do in life.  And that puts you in less than 1% of the world.  And so [those of you in this position] have no excuse in life not to do things that you're passionate about.  There are a lot of people that will never get to and so if you do something you're not passionate about, you're flunking a cosmic IQ test.  You can learn that IQ test now or you can learn it when you're 40 and miserable in a job you don't like -but in the end you know what your passion is.  And when people and forces in the world try to prevent you from doing it turn off the noise and the hype and believe yourself, because so few people do and it's just tragic - anyone who comes out of this experience who is not doing something they're excited about - it's just a tragedy of their own making. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Given my recent frustrations with work this was a good kick in the rear for me.  It's a bit elitist to say this only applies to students from one particular university, but I think if you were to select any reasonably educated westerner from the total global population it's likely they're in a similarly privileged position.  It's good to have a reminder that not everyone has the ability to pursue their passion so for those who have the ability but don't use it that's a big shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-3264972667149738740?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/jAij-rbU8Fo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/3264972667149738740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=3264972667149738740" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3264972667149738740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3264972667149738740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/jAij-rbU8Fo/cosmic-iq-test_02.html" title="The Cosmic IQ Test" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/04/cosmic-iq-test_02.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRHc_eCp7ImA9WxJSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-373145941117503222</id><published>2008-02-20T20:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:32:35.940+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T22:32:35.940+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Dublin, Ireland</title><content type="html">This past weekend we went to Dublin to see my cousin who's at TCD for the semester. Here's the quick rundown of the trip:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Highlights&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;National Museum of Archeology and History - You probably think this sounds lame. But you probably don't know about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bog_body"&gt;bog bodies&lt;/a&gt;. They have a great exhibit with several well preserved humans from over 2000 years ago. If there was any question that life back then was nasty, brutish, and short then the disturbing array of fates these people met certainly proves it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Book of Kells - The exhibition is poorly laid out but the book itself is amazing. Thankfully there weren't too many people so we got a good look at the detailing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Cabbies - Maybe just dumb luck, but three of the four cabs we took had entertaining drivers. They wanted to talk about everything from the US presidential election to yuppies standing in line for clubs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Scotsmen - Not exactly a fixture in Dublin, but we happened to be here for the Ireland v Scotland Six Nations match and kilt wearing bag pipers were out in force. I was surprised how genteel the rivalry was. A Scotland fan crashed a pub we were at to deliver some rugby chants and a brief bagpipe song and he only recieved some good natured ribbing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Other sights on the trip included the Guiness Factory Tour (naturally), The Chester Beatty Library, St Stephen's Green, and the National Gallery of Ireland.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lowlights:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Ryanair - Our 8pm flight didn't end up leaving until about midnight. Let's just say that it's not very fun to wait in a closed airport for four hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Dublin Castle - It's likely you could walk by this building and not even know it's a castle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwseblen%2Falbumid%2F5171050697614079681%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" height="267" width="400" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-373145941117503222?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/noc0kpZp5Ro" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/373145941117503222/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=373145941117503222" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/373145941117503222?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/373145941117503222?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/noc0kpZp5Ro/dublin-ireland_20.html" title="Dublin, Ireland" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2008/02/dublin-ireland_20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRHc5cSp7ImA9WxJSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-574089808416648763</id><published>2007-09-25T22:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:32:35.929+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T22:32:35.929+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>Zadar, Croatia</title><content type="html">From September 22-24 I met up with Becky after her Archeology conference in Zadar, Croatia.  Here's the quick rundown of the highlights:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;Dugi Otok: We took a ferry to this outer island in the Zadar archipeligo and rode their shockingly old, but shockingly efficient public buses to a small town on the northern tip called Božava.  The beaches (and most everything on the island) were starkly empty but very picturesque. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_organ"&gt;Sea Organ&lt;/a&gt;: It sounds a little absurd, but the seafront has an organ built into the stone steps along the water.  Over the three days we literally spent hours listening to the different sounds produced by the different wave conditions.  Given the number of people like us that would just sit and listen I'm sort of surprised other cities with waterfronts don't install instruments like this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wseblen/Croatia/photo#5114269409735782546"&gt;Crazy Ice Cream Lady&lt;/a&gt;: At 9 am one morning we ran into a &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; old woman eating ice cream and ranting at people that walked by.  Just a little thing that made us smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We also visited St. Donatus' Church in the Roman Forum, walked around the old city walls, went to the Archeology Museum (naturally), tripped over stray cats, perused the fish and vegetable market, and ate LOTS of seafood. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The only lowlight was the the 20 minute drive from the city center to the airport.  We went through some scenic pine forests but it was devestating to see signs posted all along the highway warning that the surrounding land had not been cleared of mines.  It's been over a decade since the fighting ended between the Serbs and the Croats but it's a shame that that remnants of the war last much longer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe height="350" scrolling="no" width="425" frameBorder="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=44.091037,15.173149&amp;amp;spn=0.145732,0.374908&amp;amp;t=k&amp;amp;msid=104648698476158076060.00044b3713ffeefc76ef0&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJpBnOibnv0uU8I0F9Y-rUs6NFJA2A" marginHeight="0" marginWidth="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;ll=44.091037,15.173149&amp;amp;spn=0.145732,0.374908&amp;amp;t=k&amp;amp;msid=104648698476158076060.00044b3713ffeefc76ef0&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: #0000ff; 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There was a lot of conversation despite the language barrier, but I felt bad since I couldn't offer even a bit of pigeon French.   However it was interesting to observe the verbal gymnastics as everyone tried to communicate.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At one point the word 'spy' came up which the French speakers didn't recognize and the English speakers found difficult to translate.   Someone blurted "James Bond" as an explanation and the word was immediately clarified.  It's funny that people can take years of language courses and ultimately a movie is most effective at cutting across the language barrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-8314540240123016662?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/kj1vteagqkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/8314540240123016662/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=8314540240123016662" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8314540240123016662?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8314540240123016662?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/kj1vteagqkE/james-bond-jumps-language-barrier_06.html" title="James Bond jumps the language barrier" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2007/09/james-bond-jumps-language-barrier_06.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNQ304fip7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-8634068549989823529</id><published>2007-09-02T18:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:01:32.336+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T18:01:32.336+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>The Walker</title><content type="html">Over the weekend Becky and I went to go see &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0783608/"&gt;The Walker&lt;/a&gt;. This movie has a good cast (Woody Harrelson, Kristin Scott Thomas, Lily Tomlin) but for some reason it never really engaged us. I thought the plot might be entertaining because it's about a male escort in Washington DC who is involved with a lot of high profile politicians and then gets dragged in as a suspect in a murder. The writer tried to give the minimal amount of information about what was going on, which might have turned out to be suspenseful and interesting, but I found it annoyingly confusing. &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl9Uj272bI/AAAAAAAAFwo/ygip-Fm3Wfo/s400/fresh1.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 83px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436625400945074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turns out we were a bit skeptical before deciding to go because it had a&lt;a href="http://uk.rottentomatoes.com/m/the_walker/"&gt; Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; ranking of 67%. I wonder what our threshold is for liking a movie? I guess I'll just have to keep tracking this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-8634068549989823529?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/Z951jyjXGIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/8634068549989823529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=8634068549989823529" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8634068549989823529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8634068549989823529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/Z951jyjXGIo/walker_02.html" title="The Walker" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl9Uj272bI/AAAAAAAAFwo/ygip-Fm3Wfo/s72-c/fresh1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2007/09/walker_02.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHRnY5cCp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-3315535794948526459</id><published>2007-09-01T22:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:00:37.828+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T18:00:37.828+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Politics" /><title>CrunchPolitics</title><content type="html">Today I came across a great parody of &lt;a href="http://www.techcrunch.com/"&gt;TechCrunch&lt;/a&gt;.  Mix the terse judgments of Michael Arrington's writing and the everyday call of hunger and you get &lt;a href="http://crunchfood.wordpress.com/"&gt;CrunchFood&lt;/a&gt;.  The concept is hilarious ("&lt;em&gt;The minute chicken kicked beef to the curb for dominant market share in the DAF (dead animal food) category, we knew it wouldn’t be long before the imitators would come looking for their slice of the pie.&lt;/em&gt;") but it also made me consider how the TechCrunch approach adapts to other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TechCrunch concept offers timely summaries of internet products and companies.  His book-report-style usually includes a summary of the offering, the team behind it, the strengths and weaknesses, and any relevant trends that are embodied by the company.  Yes it's superficial, but when hundreds of web companies are popping onto the radar every week it's a useful service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me that this could be very useful in politics.  There is loads of news coverage and plenty of outlets for candidate messages, but where can one find a summary of politicans?  The recent departure of Alberto Gonzales has spurred many to write retrospective bios.  We would have been better off seeing a critical profile of him before he took the job.    However, since he was not directly elected this raises another point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we evaluated politicians in the same way that investors looked at companies we might make more informed choices.  Consider the "team" behind each.   For investors, management is a critical factor in deciding to back a company.  I assume this is similarly important to the operation of a high-level national politician and yet I'm unaware of any politician that highlights his team.   Are there specific experienced staff members that will be brought on board if elected?  How will a politician lead a team of people trying to execute on his or her agenda?  It might be complicated to try and sort this out but the information could lead to a better selection of politicians.  If the team that Bush was planning to bring on board was an issue in the 2000 presidential race I wonder what would have turned out differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-3315535794948526459?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/cYmt8VmLvrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/3315535794948526459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=3315535794948526459" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3315535794948526459?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/3315535794948526459?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/cYmt8VmLvrI/crunchpolitics_01.html" title="CrunchPolitics" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2007/09/crunchpolitics_01.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcAQH85cCp7ImA9WxJQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-1226787659437562049</id><published>2007-08-28T23:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:54:01.128+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T17:54:01.128+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Web" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Work" /><title>TrialPay: A new business model?</title><content type="html">Today I came across a California startup called &lt;a href="http://www.trialpay.com/"&gt;TrialPay&lt;/a&gt;  that is building a platform to support an under-used business model on the &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl7nAItpfI/AAAAAAAAFwA/3rNKMrY30JQ/s400/trialpay.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 88px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339434743206094322" /&gt;web.  Previously, companies offering online products relied on advertising,  "freemium", subscription, or pay-per-item to support their business.  Now TrialPay  allows 3rd parties to pay on behalf of customers who get access to specific  resources in exchange for allowing that 3rd party to market one very specific  item to the customer.  The system relies on a customer wanting the online  product strongly enough that he is willing to disclose specific demographic  information about himself for which advertisers would otherwise pay equivalent  values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this may have slow uptake because new customers may be suspicious of  these offers or wary that the single offer leads to continuing spam.  Also, it's  just a bit too confusing for the average person to understand how this works.   However, TrialPay raised $3.1 Million from Battery Venture and Index Ventures in  series A funding in Dec '06 so they may be able to get the word out and convince  customers.  &lt;a href="http://www.paidcontent.org/entry/419-looking-lure-subscribers-content-sites-turn-to-marketing-quid-pro-quos/"&gt;PaidContent&lt;/a&gt; notes  that Zagat (the online restaurant rating site) has used this system successfully  to offer customers access to their $25 annual subscription product.  About 10%  of customers actually accept the TrialPay offer which shows they are appealing  and well targeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One concern I have about this business is fraud.  As far as I can tell,  TrialPay relies on the customer's actions to self-select into a specific  demographic.  Is there any way to show that the user is who she says she is?  If  this problem were easy to solve there would be a huge industry built  around people creating detailed profiles of themselves and auctioning off the  right to advertise directly to them.  This cuts out the middleman and would  allow individuals to chose details they wish to share in exchange for specific  offers.  Unfortunately, the fraud element has not been resolved.  Facebook's new  &lt;a href="http://venturebeat.com/2007/08/23/facebook-developing-own-ad-targeting-technology/"&gt;ad  targeting efforts&lt;/a&gt; are trying to build on the demographic treasure trove of  social networking profiles so they may provide an early indication of how well  this works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-1226787659437562049?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/SQUMDYsOnB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/1226787659437562049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=1226787659437562049" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/1226787659437562049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/1226787659437562049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/SQUMDYsOnB4/trialpay-new-business-model_28.html" title="TrialPay: A new business model?" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cULmT0G8nEs/Shl7nAItpfI/AAAAAAAAFwA/3rNKMrY30JQ/s72-c/trialpay.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2007/08/trialpay-new-business-model_28.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBRHYzfSp7ImA9WxJSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190482272930183281.post-8011367675309557240</id><published>2007-08-27T10:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:32:35.885+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T22:32:35.885+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miscellaneous" /><title>Distributed Blog Eggs</title><content type="html">After a year of blogging internally at work and six months of &lt;a href="http://www.libraryhouse.net/blog"&gt;blogging externally&lt;/a&gt; I figured it would be good to avoid putting all my proverbial blog eggs in a single blog basket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/190482272930183281-8011367675309557240?l=www.seblen.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ScottEblen/~4/JSsOEy9aCFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.seblen.com/feeds/8011367675309557240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=190482272930183281&amp;postID=8011367675309557240" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8011367675309557240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/190482272930183281/posts/default/8011367675309557240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ScottEblen/~3/JSsOEy9aCFw/distributed-blog-eggs_27.html" title="Distributed Blog Eggs" /><author><name>wseblen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07687131807572658992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="09435989516163854577" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.seblen.com/2007/08/distributed-blog-eggs_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
