A variation on "synch games" (mentioned yesterday) I play with BJ -- all about music -- has got even sillier.
Back when the Soviets wanted suitable subjects for experiments in cheap head-to-head communications between their top naval brass and nasty nuke subs, it was a good job we weren't on call...
Persistent people press me to consider online chat again -- the answer remains "No", on the strength of past experience and current uses for my time -- or if I won't, at least to slash international 'phone bills with Skype, however you pronounce it. That's a better idea, mentioned here since:
"Skype, the Global Internet Telephony Company™, today announced the availability of its feature-rich Skype for Mac OS X Version 1.0 and Skype for Linux Version 1.0 software applications, enabling high-quality voice calling via the Internet for multiple computer platforms" (PR release).
"Feature-rich" it may be, but until somebody corrects me and what I've read about this latest wonder of the world, it's of little use if you've got a cable Net connection and there's no 'phone line plugged in.
Anyway, I yak enough as it is.
Very often, though, I mess with audio broadcasts.
Now the "podcast" phenomenon's a craze and my Mac's long since fitted with Audion from Panic -- now free but discontinued -- and Audio Hijack Pro from Rogue Amoeba -- worth every cent, Glenn Fleishmann's 'How to Record a Podcast' (MacDevCenter) is helpful. Thanks guys, once again.
Sharing a sink is cheaper still. Those who've heard Barry and me comparing notes in recent days no longer protest it's "scientifically impossible" since we simply do it and it works.
Today, Papa Haydn was the main man: reunited for a day's toil, the pair of us had just been listening, obviously for no prior or pre-arranged reason or this wouldn't be blogged, to the 'Drumroll': Symphony No 103. I forgot to ask BJ whose performance he was into -- mine was conducted by Jane Glover, a fine one.
While I'd visited Vivaldi too, BJ has just performed some, but not the same bits. The Haydn, however, was our third "direct hit" when we've played Music Synch at the Factory ... like others might chat about last night's film on telly. We don't know why and who cares much?
Maybe not caring much is half the reason. Playing synch with music is more fun and certainly far less costly than it must have been with missiles.
I'm just a layman who thoroughly enjoys the X-Files and is writing his own, so I have little idea how much credence to give this kind of stuff, but for people who are interested, here are a couple of places to check out:
The defunct ParaScope's 'ParaDocs' offers to put "the (US) Government's Paranormal Secrets" at your fingertips", but for a price, so mind your brain and your purse. Other "para-parts" of the home site remain a free ride to the bizarre if you take a clean bill of health with you.
Someone else -- identified only as "mpc00" without further exploration I can't be bothered to do tonight -- has heaped up a more accessible pile of research stuff at 'Government Mind Control', which interests me more than the alarmist intro to the links.
One of these days, when I check out "mpc00", there'll be a 3:51 am knock on the door. Apparently people get almost used to those in some places though they don't like it, but getting rid of cold-call hard-sellers fast suits me better. I'm polite because trying to make some income by annoying people with 'phone calls about rubbish must be thankless and not very lucrative.
If BJ and me get to do our thing with ideas and images and work out how, we might send the telecoms industry down the plughole, but neither of us have a head for serious business.
My feelings about the day telepathy becomes routine are mixed: I'll want to know where the "off" switch is before getting too involved.
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