I tried to refill a prescription on the Kaiser website for pickup tomorrow. I got an error message. Since I had to go to pick it up anyway, I figured I'd go down today and refill it. This morning, I got a text message from Kaiser: my refill was ready for pickup. I went, picked it up, and tried to refill another med I needed. They were out of stock, so they sent my refill order to a different Kaiser pharmacy nearby.
I walked over and waited. Suddenly, I got a text message: your refill is ready. Maybe 20 seconds later, my name popped up on the "your refill is ready" board. So the text message was faster than the notification system in the pharmacy.
To be honest, the true Modern World irritation was having to jump through hoops to get pseudoephedrine while I was there, but that's a different, never-ending story.
Back in 1970-71, my brother and I lived in a little apartment in Capitola, California. We didn’t have a phone, and of course, this was long before the days of cell phones. So no one could call us, and if we wanted to make a call, we walked down the street to a motel that had a pay phone in its parking lot.
Now, Robin and I have several phones. There’s her phone, and my phone. She has a couple of work phones. We have two phones we don’t use (one we have never used).
Thursday, my phone quit charging. Friday, I took it to the shop and was told the charging mechanics inside were broken, and that I’d need a replacement, which was covered by the insurance our son always convinces us to get. Friday night, I did a web chat, after which I was told a new phone (not exact, but equivalent) would be on its way that day, with an ETA of Monday.
Within half an hour, I got an email telling me my replacement phone was on backorder, and there would be a 3-7 day delay before they sent my phone.
So, no phone. I have a tablet, and I have that leftover from the dinosaur era, a big-ass desktop computer (on which I am typing this post). But no phone. No text messages while I am out and about. No camera for quick pix. No Google Maps telling me where to go, step by step.
I am bereft.
The first noteworthy thing about Windows 10 is that the opening screens look exactly like Windows 8.1. While I have a feeling the deep changes in the OS will manifest over time, at first glance, Windows 10 looks kinda like Windows 8.2. That is, while Windows 8 was a startling change from Windows 7, there is little about Windows 10 that is startling at all.
I think that’s a good thing. But the truth is, as I ran through the usual stuff I do on the computer, the most common thought I had was that I had no thoughts at all.. Everything ran the same as it did yesterday.
There are two major changes, though. I’m giving the new web browser, Edge, a tryout. I don’t know if I’ll stick with it ... I spent a lot of time just making it act like Chrome, which makes me wonder why I would bother to change at all.
But then there’s Cortana. First seen in Windows Phone 8, this is Microsoft’s answer to Siri. You talk to it, it responds. It does useful stuff, it does goofy stuff. It is integrated into Bing search, and it learns your preferences over time. It will set reminders or notes, play music, all sorts of things.
Here’s the Microsoft promo:
I’ll be honest, the most fun we had was playing with Easter eggs. We asked Cortana to sing us a song, and she gave us “Frère Jacques”. We asked her to tell us a joke, and she did.
As the video suggests, Cortana works best when integrated across machines, so you can tell her something on your Windows phone and it will be there when you move to your Windows computer. And this leads to an interesting problem.
For I’ve had something resembling Cortana for some time now. It’s Google Now, which as you might guess is Google’s attempt to enter this market. It works in a similar fashion ... you can talk to it, it knows your preferences, it integrates with your calendars and stuff like that. I’ve rarely taken advantage of the voice-recognition software ... I felt funny talking out loud to my device. But that seems more natural when talking to my desktop, for some reason, so maybe I’ll get used to this interface.
Which is where that problem comes in. Google Now knows everything about me that exists in the Google universe. And that’s pretty big ... it’s my email, it’s my calendar, it’s my Google searches, it’s all the things I do with my Android phone. it works with what I’d call Google Steven, and it’s pretty accurate for what it tries to do.
But Cortana will only know me by my actions on my desktop. It won’t know what I do on my phone. If I use Bing for searches, it will know that about me, and maybe my Bing searches are different somehow than my Google searches. The point is, Cortana will work with Windows Steven.
I can’t wait to see how the two Stevens differ.
"I miss when people took time to be exposed to different opinions, and bothered to read more than a paragraph or 140 characters. I miss the days when I could write something on my own blog, publish on my own domain, without taking an equal time to promote it on numerous social networks; when nobody cared about likes and reshares."
My wife works from home. Her office is on a different floor than our router, and she struggles mightily with speed and connection issues. (All the rest of our wi-fi stuff works fine.) We decided what she needed was a dedicated connection to the Internet. So I contacted Comcast Support via the online chat service.
When asked to categorize my problem, I chose “Internet (Other)”. Here’s how the chat began:
Comcast > I understand that you want to add a internet outlet, am I right?
Steven > I think so :). Wife needs more speed/smoother experience, wifi is not doing it for her, she works on a different floor from our main router.
Comcast > I see, let me connect you to our SALES Team to further assist you.
After an extended discussion with a member of the SALES team, the following ensued:
Comcast > Since your wife is getting a slow wifi connection, I will be referring you to our Internet Department. Would that be okay with you?
Steven > ok ... I think they're the ones who sent me to you :).
Comcast > As I have checked, Steven, the one who sent me to you was from another department but not our Internet Department.
So off to the Internet Department I went (again?). The first thing the new support person said was, “It's a privilege to have you here on chat and I am looking forward to provide you excellent service!” Then:
Comcast > I understand that you are having a slow WiFi connection and want to add a coax outlet to get a wired connection, did I get that right?
Steven > Yes. It may be as simple as my wife's workstation being in a bad position in the house, but she definitely has speed/connection difficulties when she is working. The other wireless stuff in our house works fine. She thought if she was able to get her own wired connection, it would solve the problem.
Comcast > I see, Steven, you are wrongly transferred to Internet troubleshooting department. Let me connect you with our sales department who will set up an appointment for technician visit to add the additional coax tap, however, there will be some charges for the visit. Would that be fine with you?
Steven > well ... I was transferred to you by the sales department :) ... but yes, it's fine
Finally, this occurred:
Comcast > Let me connect you with the concerned department for best assistance. Please stay connected while I transfer this chat. Please wait, while the problem is escalated to another analyst.
New Comcast Support Person > Analyst has closed chat and left the room.
This took about 45 minutes.
Just a note: my computer is acting up, I'm worried the hard drive is dying, so things will be a bit spare around here for a bit. Yes, I know, I missed Music Friday, which was partly blog burnout, but also computer anxiety.
To make up for yesterday, I'll attach a music video to this post. Hadn't intended it to be this one, but I'm inspired by the title of the post.
Today I watched a soccer match between AC Milan and Inter Milan. Matches between these two are called the “Derby della Madonnina” (here in the U.S. it’s just the Milan Derby). This rivalry dates back to 1908. The two teams are historically very good. What makes this rivalry especially noteworthy is that both clubs play their home matches in the same stadium, the San Siro.
AC Milan’s home jerseys look like this:
Inter Milan’s home jerseys look like this:
I’m not sure why Inter, the “away” team in this match, wore their home jerseys, although I guess they were playing at their home, the San Siro. Whatever, the players looked like those jerseys for the match, with Milan in red and Inter in blue.
As I often do, while the match went on, I had the WhoScored website up in my browser. They offer real-time stat updates. The screen for Milan-Inter looked like this:
I hope you can see the problem. On WhoScored for this match, Milan was in blue and Inter was in red, although those colors were switched for the actual players’ jerseys as I watched my TV. What was worse, in the first half, Inter was going from left-to-right on my screen, Milan from right-to-left. I hope you can see how this was a problem, as well.
My brain couldn’t handle all of this. Even though I’ve seen these teams play many times, I kept getting confused about which team was which as I watched.
I’m sure the brain scientists can explain why this was so frustrating. Or maybe it’s just that my brain is broken.
It hits like a flash mob. You’ll have your Twitter feed running in the background, you’ll check it periodically (the length of the period depending on the level of your obsession), and you’ll see the usual stuff coming at the usual speed. Twitter allows each of us to create our own set of people to follow, so each feed looks different, but we all know what a “normal” day looks like on Twitter for us. In my case, I get lots of stuff about sports, and stuff about television, and stuff from friends. Then, suddenly, one of the people you follow takes part in some instant meme, like #RuinAKidsMovie. Let’s see, in the last hour, I’ve seen Beauty and Bestiality, Bowel’s Moving Castle, Mary Poppin Pills, Sex Toy Story, Shitty Titty Gang Bang, Scat in the Hat, and Lady and Her Cramps, among others.
Your Twitter feed becomes overwhelmed with these jokes, some of which are great, but in totality, they make Twitter an awful place to visit. Luckily, the flash mob moves on eventually, and things return to normal, until the next meme strikes.
Sometimes, it’s not a meme. It’s just the nature of the social media beast. ESPN is running an ad that claims during the World Cup, there is only one time zone:
Twitter is a perfect place for virtual hanging out with millions of like-minded folks. This is especially true during real-time events … when there is an earthquake, I always go straight to Twitter to see who else felt it … during political actions, participants and observers can report using Twitter … and, of course, during sporting events that create “only one time zone”, everyone can join in simultaneously.
You get mini-videos like this, showing worldwide Twitter usage during the match between Ghana and the USA:
(If you didn’t know where Ghana was, that visual would tell you in seconds.)
If you are not a fan of the event taking place, this stuff seems like a nightmare meme. Instead of Sex Toy Story, you get “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!” tweets turning up a couple of dozen times on your feed within a few seconds of each other.
The excellent Rob Neyer, well-known baseball fan and expert (and apparently a non-fan of soccer), posted the following tweets in succession:
Wow, all the identical tweets after every goal have me hoping that U.S. gets eliminated quickly.
hahaha fun making a small joke and seeing which people think I should "go back to Russia"
Seriously, question to my friends: Why tweet exactly the same thing that thousands of others are tweeting? This is a professional matter.
We’ve all been there, at least all of us who frequent Twitter. And it’s annoying when we aren’t in on the party. But Neyer struck a nerve with soccer fans, who tend to have a pretty thin skin when it comes to their favorite sport. Hard to tell if folks were being tongue-in-cheek, but Neyer was told he “hates the country” and was labeled “Worst person today”. Finally, “KinnerMode” wrote, “The game-winning USA goal was amazing…but that doesn't make
Think about similar situations in “real life”. The neighbors are having a party, and people are enjoying themselves … the music’s playing, the conversation is happy, people spill out onto the back porch. You’re sitting at home reading a book. You might feel happy for your neighbors, but you might also think, “Damn, it’s loud!” Or you go to work on a Monday, and all anyone wants to do is talk about Game of Thrones, and you don’t watch that show. You might feel happy that your workmates have something to bond over, but you might also think, “Can we PLEASE talk about something else?”
That’s what Neyer was talking about. He’s checking Twitter just like any other day, and he probably has a lot of sports fans on his Follow list, being that he is himself a sportswriter, albeit one who specializes in baseball. All of a sudden … maybe he’s watching the Royals’ baseball game, maybe he’s thinking about the great baseball player Tony Gwynn, who died today … maybe he’s not paying attention to GHA-USA because he’s not a soccer fan, not even of the World Cup. And then … BOOM! John Brooks scores for the U.S., and Rob Neyer’s Twitter feed explodes with dozens, hundreds, thousands of frenzied fans, all tweeting some variant of “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!”
Maybe you are one of the many of us who rejoiced at Brooks’ goal, maybe you shouted your joy on Twitter or Facebook or Google+. And it felt wonderful to know there were all those other people watching the same thing at the same time as you, inspired to Tweet at the same moment that you were inspired to do the same. Twitter becomes our virtual pub.
But Twitter isn’t that place on the corner that people go to when they want a beer. No, Twitter is a pub in your backyard, full of people even when you are doing something at home.
After Clint Dempsey’s goal, 34 seconds into the match, one person tweeted, “Grateful not to be watching this in a bar.” And she is a fan! I knew just what she meant … sure, I jumped up and shouted and stomped on the floor at my house more than once during the match, and yes, I was happy to share those moments with people on Twitter. But I appreciated the virtual aspect of the camaraderie. And I don’t blame Rob Neyer if he experienced multiple simultaneous GOOOOOOL! tweets the same way I experience the flash-mob memes of #RuinAKidsMovie.
Meanwhile, there are still people who actually watch the games in public, and there are television stations there to report on it in real time, just like Twitter, only with pictures!
I wanted to watch the San Jose Earthquakes take on Toluca in the CONCACAF Champion’s League last night. We have Comcast, though, and Comcast, in our area at least, does not carry any of the networks that were showing the game. So I did what most U.S. soccer fans did back in the dark ages before soccer took over our televisions: I hunted down an illegal stream and watched the game on the computer.
At halftime, I had to go out for a bit, but since the match went into extra time, I was back in time to watch the last 30 minutes. I went to the site with the links to the various streams, and chose one, but the connection didn’t work. No problem, there were other choices, and it’s common to lose the stream, anyway.
Except I noticed an explanatory note on the screen to explain why the match was unavailable. The Slingbox wasn’t working.
Understand, it didn’t mean my Slingbox … that’s not even connected. It meant that someone else’s Slingbox was offline for some reason.
Now, I don’t pretend to understand the technical aspects of this stuff, and I’m sure someone will point out how mistaken I am. But when I read that, all I could think of was that across the country, soccer fans were relying on some generous person using their Slingbox to send the signal our way.
BTW, he wasn’t offside. (Thanks to Ryan Rosenblatt, who I think was first to post this.)
Early this morning, I sent out the following tweet:
“These are different times: I'm watching Man City-Man U live in HD on Telemundo, Andres Cantor at the mic.”
There are a lot of markers packed into that sentence, to demonstrate how times have changed. I’m watching the top Premier League matchup of the week on television … live … in hi-def … in Spanish … with Andres Cantor … while on Twitter.
There was a time when I would never see Premier League matches live on TV, much less in HD, much less with Spanish-language commentating. (Further note on that: Cantor was joined by Sammy Sadovnik, another favorite of mine. And the English-language play-by-play guy, Arlo White, is also very good. And that’s another sign of changing times: good English-language soccer announcers in the USA.)
Meanwhile, as much of the soccer-fan universe was watching the same match, I noted Simon Gleave tweeting. I knew him from the days when Usenet was a popular place for online communities (another thing that has changed). In 1994, Gleave had put together guides to the World Cup and then the Premier League (“Shaggy’s Guide to the FA Premiership”). I can’t over-emphasize how valuable those guides were, especially for an American like me who had so little contact with soccer once USA ‘94 was over. MLS hadn’t begun yet … European leagues were never on our TV … mostly we got Mexican League matches on the Spanish-language channels.
Gleave has worked for Infostrada Sports for more than a decade as Head of Analysis (I think I’ve got this right), and is one of the most creative soccer analysts out there. I thought I could impress my nephew, who works as an analyst for the Earthquakes, if I found some evidence of me and Gleave from those bygone years.
I found a Usenet thread, Reading’s Goalkeeper, from September of 1994. The first message was from “Shaggy” (Gleave’s pen name in those days), telling us he’d seen a match that weekend, Reading v. Sheffield United, where he had found “a real star of the future”. It was Reading’s goalkeeper, Shaka Hislop. My contribution to the discussion was minimal … I was glad Shaggy had mentioned Hislop’s height, because the English wire services of the day always referred to Hislop as the “giant keeper”.
But this is about how times change. Shaggy may have overstated Hislop’s excellence, but Shaka had a pretty good career. He was in fact named Reading’s Player of the Year in 1994-95. He also played for Newcastle United, West Ham United, and Portsmouth, before finishing his career in MLS. And he made 26 appearances for the Trinidad & Tobago national team. Nowadays, you can find Hislop working as an analyst for ESPN.
In nineteen years, we’ve gone from few matches on U.S. television, information sparsely doled out, hanging out on Usenet, to a zillion matches on U.S. television, information at our fingertips, and Twitter allowing for real-time discussions.
Oh, and that part where I thought I could impress my nephew? When I tagged Simon Gleave in a tweet, he replied, “Are you related to Sean Rubio of San Jose Earthquakes fame?” I tried to impress Sean, and I ended up being the one who was impressed.
(Some things don’t change. I was listening to Cantor today, and I was listening to Cantor in 1994. The only difference is, he changed networks along the way.)