Radio: Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose

Happy World Radio Day, everybody! The 2018 theme is radio and sports, but never mind that.

As has been evident for some time, although wide adoption doubtless will take some time, podcasting is the new radio. It’s available on demand, episodic content, high quality and covering a bewildering number of finely sliced niche markets.

I wish I had the energy to launch my own podcast (on the enlightened holy practice of not giving a f**k), but en attendant Godot, here are some of my current favorites:

Public drunkenness has lost its mojo

Why don’t drunk people sing anymore?

Admittedly, it’s been a while since I dragged myself through the indecency of public drunkenness. But in my memory it had some glory to it when all or most in the crew were able to carry a local tune all the way home through the city centre. Haven’t heard that much this holiday season.

It’s probably the internet’s fault.

A train to photography street


When I have some time off from everything, I like to take the subway downtown to mosey around. One of these days, I was randomly browsing in a book store, and I happened upon a book about street photography. And for some reason, a switch flicked in my head.

Since then I have been chasing “the decisive moment”, so to say. Not much to show for it yet, but even an epic quest can begin with a stumble.

Norwegian news agency NTB declares King dead – retracted soon after

King Harald is dead, said NTB.

Nah, the King is fine. He’s just out Elk-hunting, said court.

On this sad day, our thougts and prayers go to the unfortunate people responsible for the impromptu publication of the obituary of Norwegian King Harald at NTB. We feel your pain.

Source: Norsk Telegrambyrå erklærte kongen død – NRK Kultur og underholdning – Nyheter og aktuelt stoff

Verdens eldste emoji er 3700 år gammel

Foto: Turko-Italian Archeological Expedition, Karkemish

Emojier er ikke akkurat noe nytt, men at det var så gammelt…

Smithsonian rapporterer fra arkeologiske utgravinger på grensen mellom Syria og Tyrkia. Hetiittene var tidlig ute med hippe mugger, viser det seg. Muggene ble brukt til å drikke en søt drikk kalt sherbet.

Ser det for meg: «Kjøp kule sherbet-krus til kidza på Hattusas bazaar! Superb kvalitet som varer lengre enn både deg og hele din sivilisasjon!»