Ah, Microsoft

It surprised no one that the new Microsoft media player (“Zune”) is incompatible with music purchased from Apple’s iTunes Music Store. Apple won’t license others to unlock their files, and they have little reason to — with 80%+ of the player market and an online store that currently ranks FIFTH of all music retailers, digital or otherwise (just behind Amazon), Apple would gain little by letting even someone like Creative play their files; playing nice with a serious competitor like Microsoft would be stupid.

So already, Redmond is entering a market with a significant disadvantage about which they can do little. Still, they’ve got bags and bags of cash, so as long as they’re smart they can succeed here, right?

Well, we’ll never now, as they’ve opted for Stupid. It turns out that the Zune will be incompatible with music protected with Microsoft’s “PlaysForSure” DRM scheme, which they developed in partnership with several online music vendors in an effort to compete with iTMS.

Outside of Zune’s own store, it looks like the only stuff you’ll be able to put on a Zune will come from unprotected digital files like ripped CDs or tracks purchased from vendors who don’t do DRM, like eMusic. Zune will represent a parallel music ecosystem in the Microsoft world; if you bought protected Windows Media music at Rhapsody, there’s no way to unlock the files to put ’em on your Zune. Sorry. Buy it again.

Wow.

Everything ought to be this easy, or, Technology Done Right

Our new Vonage device arrived today. We picked the “already have a home network” option on the signup menu, so they sent us a little black box to plug in. We were dubious, but when it arrived and really didn’t have more elaborate instructions than that, we figured we’d try it.

No shit, it was as simple as:

  1. Unpack box.
  2. Plug in power to box.
  3. Plug box into our network (cable supplied).
  4. Plug a phone into the box (cable supplied).
  5. Wait about a minute.
  6. Done.

Very nice.

In which we acknowledge the obvious, and quote our brother

In re: Bush’s stupid inaugural veto: “As if the world needed another reason to prove he is a jack-ass.”

The Rude Pundit of course has more. God love him.

An even more excoriating bit can be had over at Scott Rosenberg’s joint, which points out how completely morally bankrupt the veto is:

On the one hand, Bush argues that the destruction of human embryos (microscopic organisms made up of a few cells) is a kind of killing. His press spokesman, Tony Snow, adopting the supercharged cant of anti-abortion activists, referred to it recently as “murder.” In order to stop such “murder,” Bush agreed in 2001 to limit all federal funding of stem cell research to a handful of pre-existing “lines” of cells — cells that had been created specifically for research. His argument was, let’s not use tax dollars to pay for the destruction of more embryos for the sake of research.

Here is why Bush’s position is a joke: Thousands and thousands of embryos are destroyed every year in fertility clinics. They are created in petri dishes as part of fertility treatments like IVF; then they are discarded.

If Bush and his administration truly believe that destroying an embryo is a kind of murder, they shouldn’t be wasting their time arguing about research funding: They should immediately shut down every fertility clinic in the country, arrest the doctors and staff who operate them, and charge all the wannabe parents who have been wantonly slaughtering legions of the unborn.

But of course they’ll never do such a thing. (Nor, to be absolutely clear, do I think they should.) Bush could not care less about this issue except as far as it helps burnish his pro-life credentials among his “base.” This has been true since the first airing of Bush’s position in 2001, as I said back then. So he finds a purely symbolic way of taking a stand, but won’t follow the logic of his position to the place where it might cause him any political harm — as opposing the family-building dreams of millions of middle-class Americans would doubtless do.

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That’s why Bush’s stem cell position isn’t Solomonic — it’s craven. His upcoming veto is an act not of moral leadership but of hypocrisy. And the cost of this hypocrisy, assuming Congress can’t muster the votes for an override, will be borne by everyone who dreams of new cures for awful illnesses.

If you voted for him, you voted for this. Remember this absurd, craven, bullshit behavior in the fall.

Obsessed with bags.

I have a bag fetish. Usually, I end up getting a new work bag pretty frequently — say, every year or so. I don’t go in for superpricey Tumi cases anymore, so it’s not a paralyzingly expensive thing, but I also must admit that I have 3 perfectly serviceable laptop bags in my closet that I don’t use anymore for whatever reason.

The oldest is my boom-era standard-issue Tumi briefcase/computer bag. It’s completely fucking bulletproof and has acres of space — but it’s also superheavy, and its capacity encourages carrying way. too. much. stuff. It has a file area plus a laptop compartment on one side, and a big open compartment on the other side. One exterior has a full-width zipper pocket, and the other has the familiar array of various-sized external zip pockets. It’s a great (and expensive) bag, but it’s even heavy when it’s empty. I bought it as a serious roadwarrior bag, but as I travel more, I find myself going for smaller and simpler. What finally put me out of it, though, was my migration to a 1999-era G3 Powerbook. In those days, Apple laptops were more squares than rectangles, and as a consequence the G3 wouldn’t fit properly in the Tumi.

So I bought a Spire. Spire bags are awesome. My first one had a manufacturing fault, and they had another one overnighted to me with a return label for the frayed one. That bag is still just fine despite being schlepped all over for 2 years before I became a work at home dude. I was still using it, in fact, when the G3 gave me a serious scare 3 years in, and I had to buy a new laptop. By that point, Apple’s machines were rectangles, and my new TiG4 wouldn’t fit in the Spire’s sleeve any better than the G3 had fit in the Tumi.

Fortunately, I still had the Tumi, and was traveling seldom, so I fell back to it for a while before picking up a regrettable Tragus backpack. Tragus are considered low rent in a world filled with Crumpler and Tom Bihn, et. al., and there’s a reason for that: while lugging a backpack in an airport should be easier than using a shoulder bag, this beast manages to have such terrible ergonomics as to completely overshadow any comfort gains on the concourse. It had a short life; it’s only my packrat nature that keeps me from throwing it out.

I went back to the Tumi for a while then, until I started bike commuting around 2 years ago when I joined my current firm. The Tumi is too bulky for that, and Spire had a backpack I rather wanted to try. I sent the link to my mother when she asked for Christmas (2004) hints, and received my second example of their excellent products.

I used it once. As it turns out, I’m entirely too broad-shouldered for Spire’s backpacks. The straps are too close together in back to comfortably accommodate my shoulders (thanks, grandpa). Spire was predictably wonderful about it, and quickly agreed to swap out for a messenger bag. They even sent me the check for the overage, since the backpack was more spendy — this was their idea, since they knew the backpack had been a gift.

It’s that Spire I’ve been using now since January 05. It’s a great bag, but its capacity, while distinctly sub-Tumi, allows (encourages!) me to carry far too much, and its essentially unstructured interior makes finding loose bits inside kind of tedious. I travel a lot more now, too, and that same cavernous main pocket makes the inevitable TSA searches even worse.

Several months ago, Roadwired surfaced on my radar — suddenly, they were reviewed everywhere (BoingBoing, Mac Addict, some gadget blog, etc.). They’ve got big bags, but the one everyone seems truly nuts for was the Skooba Satchel. It’s tiny, but terribly functional, and rife with compartments. It’s also got the now-obligatory integral strap that slides down the handle of my TravelPro. It probably won’t hold as much as my messenger, but right now I think that’s a good thing. I ordered one last week, and it’s on my desk today. When I finish work today, I’m going to pack up into it to try it on. When I’m not traveling, I work at home, so I’ve nowhere to go; its real test will be on Monday next when I fly to Chicago.

You know, the game’s cool and all, but Blizzard sure are douchebags

So there’s this game-book publisher guy who sells his wares on eBay. It’s been well established that unauthorized game guides are not copyright infringement, but Blizzard still kept sending eBay DMCA takedown notices. The guy would, of course, challenge each notice, and since Blizz would never respond to the challenge, eBay would relent and allow the guide listings to return.

And, of course, Blizzard would issue another DMCA takedown notice, starting the cycle anew. It’s absurd and grotesque that they got away with this. It’s ridiculous that the DMCA exists in the first place, but it’s obvious that Blizzard (et. al.) were doing something very sinister and wrong even if the law technically allowed them to behave this way. That something is legally permitted doesn’t make it ok morally, and Blizz flunked the test.

Fortunately, the little guy in this case had the stones to SUE the bastards in March; they reached a settlement today allowing his sales to continue; Blizz and co. agree to drop copyright claims to his work and cease any further takedown notices against these books, so the little guy kind of wins here.

Still, there’s no arguing with it: Blizz are douchebags.

Fun with horsepower

So, can a Ferrari 550 catch up with a Fiat hatchback after a 31-second head start in a single-lap race? How about if an F1 car starts 1:27 into it? Who wins? The results aren’t surprising, but it is fun to watch.

The Things They Carry*

Geek productivity guru Merlin Mann’s talking about what goes in your [ bag | pockets | wallet | whatever], and includes a link to his wiki on the subject, which has some interesting suggestions (plus it reminds us that March approaches, and really cool flashlights are precisely the sort of useful thing Heathen are unlikely to buy for themselves).

Our daily tote burden boils down thusly; we can’t very well leave the house without all these bits:

  • Wallet (minimal assortment of cards, receipts, and ID)
  • Cash (in a clip)
  • Keys (we’ve learned to always take both sets, which makes it easier if one of us wants to go home early)
  • Swiss Army Knife (why we can’t fly without checking baggage anymore)
  • Carmex (shut up)
  • Moleskine (because it’s not real unless we write it down; the notebook also has some 3 x 5 cards, postage, Postits, and sticky flags in it, just in case)
  • Pen (with a nib; for the last year, a Namiki Vanishing Point)
  • Palm (TX)
  • Phone (RAZR)

There’s an additional pile o’crap in the bag, which more or less stays stocked for travel as a holdover from our constantly mobile consulting career. We currently move either very little (working at home) or a lot (on client sites), so this bag stays stocked for real travel — though, honestly, it’s not clear what we’d take out if we were just commuting to an office. In a real sense, the bag IS the office now.

  • Powerbook
  • Cordless travel mouse
  • USB flash drive
  • iPod (15g, old skool, and partly full of a backup build of my company’s product software)
  • Etymotic headphones (screaming kid two rows up? no problem.)
  • Canon Digital Elf
  • Extra business cards
  • Kleenex
  • Extra pen (ballpoint)
  • Gum
  • 3 x 5 cards
  • Moonshine and handiwipes (ok, just handiwipes)
  • Zippercase 1
    • Extension cord (green, because we bought it in December)
    • Power for iPod, Palm, phone, laptop, and Bluetooth headset
    • Digital camera charger + batteries
    • Sync cable for Palm
    • USB cable for camera
    • Length of Cat5, just in case
  • Zippercase 2
    • generic advil
    • decongestants
    • generic antireflux pills
    • contact lens solution

In compiling that list, we discovered we also had a null modem adapter and a dreidel in there, but we’ll chalk that up to happenstance. We’ll also cop to the fact that we certainly never leave for very long without reading material, so the bag will tend to also include a book and a copy or two of the New Yorker.

So, what's in your pockets? What's in your work bag?

(* It was either that or “What has it got in its pockets?”, and we figured Gollum is played.)

Dept. of TOYS

We can’t say we’re sure what this is for, but we’re pretty sure we still want one. I mean, come ON! What’s not to like? It’s called an “Alligator Loper” for crying out loud!

(It, of course, brings to mind a certain earlier post (File foto, from Christmas 2002) about chain saws on sticks. Maybe the Mississippi Heathen Stepfather needs one, too.)

Dept. of Legal Jackassery

We’re no fans of RIM and their braindead PDA that so many marketdroids love, but the fact of the matter is that the whole case is bullshit. Techdirt has a great rundown. Here’s two key points:

  • The firm (NTP) who brought suit actually make no product; they’re a patent holding company. This means they just sit around and wait for someone to bring something to market, and then they try to figure out how to connect the product to one of their patents. If they can do so, they extort money. If that doesn’t work, they sue. RIM, on the other hand, actually makes a product that people like. Make of this what you will.
  • The patent NTP is betting on here is almost certainly invalid; that’s what all the delays are about. NTP wants the suit ruled on (or an injunction issued) before the patent gets invalidated. RIM wants to drag out the legal action long enough to get a ruling on the patent.

Dept. of Paranoia

It’s sort of silly just now, given what we know about tag prices and uses, but the idea of a DIY RFID zapper amuses us. Given that we actually have RFID equipment in Heathen Central, if we can find the time it might be fun to build this and then test the results with our readers…

In which we are shocked — SHOCKED! — at good customer service from a wireless vendor

Last January, my company decided to standardize on a single wireless vendor. This makes sense, since most don’t charge for in-network calls. We went with Cingular, and I had the opportunity to get a new wireless toy. Yay!

I got a Blackberry, since it was cheap. Well, cheap it was, and also unusable for my needs. (The biggest dealbreaker was that since we’re not stupid enough to run Exchange, the actual email intergration is pretty hopeless. It doesn’t do IMAP — in fact, it doesn’t really have a client of its own at all; it just syncs to the feature-free server at RIM. One of the upshots of this is that all messages from the Blackberry must come from the same address, and you get no copies of that message in your “sent” box unless you CC yourself manually. It’s a hopeless tool that’s succeeded largely because people haven’t seen better. Add to this the immature nature of its PIM apps, and you’ve got a tool I can’t use.) No problem; Cingular had a regret policy that allowed me to swap it for a Treo 650, so I did. (Actually, we kept the Blackberry and passed it on to the marketing dude.)

A month later I got a HUGE bill, whereupon I noticed a couple things:

  • For some reason, data plans are different, and using the Treo on a BB plan resulted in HUGE overage fees; and
  • They’d put me on a 2-year contract, which was contrary to what I told my corporate rep, improbably named “Tivarri”.

A phone call to Tivarri got both straightened out (complete with lots of charge reversals), or so I thought. (Yes, Tivarri had checked the box for 2-year-committment, and I hadn’t noticed before, so that’s kinda sketchy, but she said she’d fix it — and since I paid full price for the Treo, there was no reason to suspect she hadn’t.)

Well, turns out the Treo isn’t the best phone in the world. In fact, it’s a crappy phone. It’s also a crappy Palm, compared to the other dedicated Palm devices out there. What it’s good at is “being both in one box,” but only at the expense of being so poor at either other job that you’d never pick it under any other circumstances. The real dealkillers, though, were the phone complaints. Its signal strength is typically very weak (even when other Cingular phones are doing fine), its volume is too low, etc. By late summer I was pretty Done with the Treo, and willing to move back to separate devices.

So December rolls around, and Cingular’s having this sale on RAZRs, which is the phone I want. I call to verify that I can upgrade, and they tell me no, my contract isn’t up until NEXT January. Um, WTF?

I explained all the above, and that the corporate rep was supposed to have fixed this last winter, and the nice lady at Cingular gives me no bullshit and says she’ll follow up by today.

Today the phone rings, and it’s some other dude at Cingular following up FOR the nice lady because she’d out sick. I give a summary of the situation, he reads the notes, and says he’ll call me back in a little while.

And HE DID. All taken care of. My contract is now up for renewal, and I can have the December deal on the RAZR despite it being January. Cool. We hang up. I call a store, check availability, and plan to drop by around 5. My phone rings again. It’s Nice Dude again, wanting to tell me that because of the run-around, they’re putting a $50 credit on my account.

No yelling. No bullshit. No real runaround, honestly. Tivarri should’ve gotten it right last January, but I also should have noticed she put me down for 2 years, so it’s partly on me, too. Even so, they fixed it AND then threw money at me, and with minimal effort on my part, and after years of dwindling quality in customer support interactions across the board, it’s nice to experience GOOD customer care for a change.