Reuters is hiring six journalists in India to do basic financial reporting. Not exactly your typical wire service overseas bureau, since these journalists are doing reporting on American companies: Reuters Takes Outsourcing to a New Level With Journalists.
“You don’t need to be cramming food down Donald Duck’s throat to have foie gras,” says California state senator John Burton. Right he is– foie gras is traditionally made from goose livers. The Chron seems equally ignorant: Foie gras flap spreads — bill would ban duck dish
This BBC site shows you 20 different people smiling and asks you to spot the fake smiles. It’s based on the research of Dr. Paul Ekman. How good are you at reading faces? (thanks, Null)
Why your Movable Type blog must die, a fine rant against the rising tide of weblog smog.
Where do spammers come up with such ridiculous monikers as Kenyatta Bodenhagen, Nanette Triplett, and Oblong R. Bachelor? Why, the random name generator, of course.
Got my first Mac this week: a refurbished G4 iMac, with a 17″ screen, from Apple.com. Everyone around me seems amazed that I’d buy a Mac, as if I just converted to Catholicism or something, but to me it’s a fairly practical decision, and it’s based entirely on the software available for the Mac platform. As the father of a 2-year-old, I’ve got a boatload of digital photos — and I’m starting to load up on video now too. There just isn’t any software on Windows that can handle these things as easily as iPhoto and iMovie.
It doesn’t hurt that the rest of the computer is a delight, so far. The screen is big, clear, and gorgeous; OS X’s interface is elegant and easy to use (and the designers clearly had a sense of humor, something you never find in Microsoft products); the underlying Unix core is intriguing. And the iMac is quiet: It just sits on the desk, softly doing its thing. When it goes to sleep it’s entirely silent (just a softly pulsing white light in the corner of the screen lets you know it’s alive), and the thing wakes up far faster than any PC. By comparison, my old, pokey HP Pavilion sounded like a hair dryer, all the time, even when it was asleep.
I’ll have complaints about OS X and the Mac soon enough (I’ve already noted a few irritations) but for now, it’s like exploring a new country where the natives are overwhelmingly friendly and good-looking. It’s good to be here.
