It turns out, some folks have noticed just exactly how awful the name is for the Gazprom-Nigera joint venture, but nobody expects them to rebrand.
Madcap hilarity is more or less inevitable now.
It turns out, some folks have noticed just exactly how awful the name is for the Gazprom-Nigera joint venture, but nobody expects them to rebrand.
Madcap hilarity is more or less inevitable now.
We Heathen have been occasionally enthusiastic users of eMusic for some time. They’ve been providing excellent access to indie or nonmainstream tunes in unencumbered MP3 format for years (well ahead of anyone else doing online music without DRM) on an “X downloads per month for $Y” plan, with varying values of X and Y that worked out to the best deal in (legal) online music.
That’s over. In one fell swoop they’ve (a) gotten in bed with Sony and (b) basically doubled their prices without providing any additional value. Additionally, their previous policy of “redownload whenever you want” has been kicked to the curb. It’s a complete conversion from helpful, sane indie provider to pain-in-the-ass faceless corporation.
My friend Hayden wrote this on Facebook. It sums up what many folks are feeling about the transition:
Yesterday eMusic began offering the Sony catalog to subscribers, and incidentally screwed over many of the same long-term subscribers. Here’s what happened.
At the end of May, the eMusic CEO Danny Stein announced that eMusic had inked a deal to offer some of the Sony catalog to subscribers. This led to two changes:
New plans with less value for our dollar. Long-term subscribers were forced into new plans with fewer downloads for the same price per month. Some of these subscribers had plans that eMusic had grandfathered some years earlier. My former plan, for instance, was one I first bought in October 2005 for 90 downloads for $20/month. At at least one point afterwards, eMusic had modified their $20/month plan to include fewer downloads, but had allowed me to keep my plan. My new plan, however, is 50 “downloads” (I’ll get into why I put scare quotes up in a minute) for $20/month. So my downloads have gone from 22.2 cents each up to 40 cents each. Still a better deal than Amazon or iTunes, but the effective cost to me has gone up by nearly 100 percent.
Album pricing. Some – but not all – albums with more than 12 tracks will now have a fixed price of 12 “downloads,” a term that eMusic has changed to “credits” on some pages. Some albums with fewer than 12 tracks, especially those where at least one of those tracks is longer than 10 minutes, will now cost subscribers 12 “credits” to download. This really hurts in metal and jazz, where the bang for the buck has always been so valuable. For example, I had 4 Albert Ayler albums in my Save For Later list, each of which had 2 tracks per album. Now eMusic wants 12 credits for each. It’s still a better deal than Amazon or iTunes, but a far worse deal than I was offered just the day before yesterday.
So I spent the evening going through the new Sony offerings. I should point out that this wasn’t easy, because eMusic’s website remains as clunky and unfriendly as ever. The only way to find out what eMusic had added from Sony was to scroll through the new pages, which list everything recently added in groups of 10. All the Sony additions were made on 6/30/09, and to go through them all, I scrolled through nearly 900 pages. Some of the additions are damn great (Skip Spence, the Clash, Dylan) and some aren’t (wow, the whole Celine Dion catalog plus Kenny G plus the New Kids On The Block, oh my!). The thing is that like many of eMusic’s long-time subscribers, I’m already a hardcore music collector and I already have most of the new additions that I would be inclined to buy. I ended up adding a few Dylan albums that I don’t have to my list, plus some Ellington and Mingus albums. I expect that it will take me maybe 2-3 months to burn through all of the new additions that interest me. At least, at the rate of my newly enhanced plan.
Judging from the 1600+ comments on Danny Stein’s original announcement on eMusic’s blog, I’d say that I’m not alone in being less than impressed with what subscribers are getting in return for the new catalog and reduced-value plans. I understand that eMusic needs to do what it can to remain a viable business, and Stein said that eMusic had been under pressure from the indie labels for some time to increase its per-download charge. I don’t like the suddenness of the change, nor the lack of a response to complaints from eMusic. It is as if they’ve decided that they don’t care about keeping their often-enthusiastic long-time subscribers – or, at least, don’t know how to show that they care – and that doesn’t make much business sense to me.
eMusic also needs to figure out what the per-album pricing means to them and to customers. If many of the albums I was previously planning to download now will cost me either 12 or 24 credits (double-albums are twice the credits), why are all the monthly download plans and booster packs being offered in multiples of 5? Don’t get me wrong: I prefer the base-10 idea, but why not make the per-album credit a flat 10 downloads, then? Not that eMusic would listen to me; I’m merely a long-time subscriber.
As another poster on Danny Stein’s blog post noted, Sony isn’t part of any long-term music business solution. They are part of the problem. See ya, eMusic. We’ll watch you burn, and won’t miss you.
Love dumplings, but all thumbs? They’ve got you covered.
Check out the new gesture support in Firefox 3.5.
Storm Large mashes up “In the Light” and “White Wedding:”
The Minnesota Supreme Court has handed down its much-expected ruling in the heavily-litigated Minnesota Senate race from 2008 — and it’s a unanimous one — deciding against Republican former Sen. Norm Coleman’s appeal of his defeat in the election trial and affirming the lower court’s verdict that Democratic comedian Al Franken is the legitimate winner of the race.
More.
Update: Coleman has conceded. It’s over. Sixty, baby.
I agree with Electrolite that the two best bits about MJ are:
There I Fixed It is a marvelous compendium of unremitting halfassery. Enjoy.
FirstNephew Jackson entered the world, or at least Florida, at about 2 this morning Eastern time. Seven pounds seven, 21 inches, and all is well. Pix, we’re sure, are forthcoming.
CollegeHumor gives us Web Side Story, proving once again that a Broadway spoof is an excellent choice of genre for random, weird comedy.
Drunken monkeys scavenge cocktails on St Kitts. What’s not to like?
Heathen didn’t like shit like this with Shrub in charge, and it’s no more palatable with Obama in the White House. Detention without recourse or charge is contrary to everything we stand for as Americans, and it needs to stop. Just because you’re on the right side of more issues than George does NOT mean you get a pass on crap like this.
He was your Elvis, and when your Elvis dies, so does the private lie that someday you will be young, and feel at capricious intervals the weightlessness of a joy that is unchecked by the injuries of experience and failure.
Here.
Turns out, if you’re in the right spot and really lucky, you can catch a shot of an F-22 just as it goes supersonic. Neat.
The Onion, on Michael Jackson:
King Of Pop Dead At 12
LOS ANGELES—Michael Jackson, a talented child performer known for his love of amusement park rides and his hobby of collecting exotic animals for his Neverland Ranch, died from sudden cardiac arrest Thursday at the age of 12. The prepubescent singer, who enjoyed playing dress-up and often referred to himself as “the King of Pop,” was celebrated for his naïve exuberance and his generosity toward other children. “This is a terrible loss for music and for all of us,” brother Jermaine Jackson said. “He had so much potential to blossom into a gracious and mature human being. As it is, the world will never know the genius Michael Jackson might have become had he grown up.” The singer leaves behind a large body of hits, 25,000 unopened toys, and nearly $400 million of debt.
ONE: I go to the ATT store. They take my name at the podium; as I enter, I establish with the clerk that they do, in fact, have the iPhone 3GS in stock. He confirms this, and tells me it’ll be a 20 minute wait.
Twenty minutes later, another ATT drone starts taking my information and drops into the conversation that “pre-ordering” takes 7 to 10 days. Um, no.
TWO: I go to the Apple store. I have a new phone, activated, with my existing number on it, in less time than I waited at the ATT store.
Sooner or Later, your wife will drive home. Wow. Just wow.
Courtesy of Agent L.McHorne:
Gazprom seals $2.5bn Nigeria deal
Russia’s energy giant Gazprom has signed a $2.5bn (£1.53bn) deal with Nigeria’s state operated NNPC, to invest in a new joint venture.
The new firm, to be called Nigaz, is set to build refineries, pipelines and gas power stations in Nigeria.
(Aunt Nel).
Farrah Fawcett, icon of the 70s, adorner of countless teenage walls, is dead.
More disturbing: It turns out she was only 7 years younger than my mom.
There are only two colors in this graphic. Really.
Apparently, some people keep R.O.U.S. as pets. And they’re kind of adorable.
In need of caffeine, I went down to the lobby just now for a coffee; they had the soccer on, to which I paid little attention until I caught a few key facts out of the corner of my eye:
After three minutes of stoppage time, it was over. The US shocked top seed Spain in the Confederation Cup semifinal. The Americans advance to their first FIFA final ever, at any level.
(There will, undoubtably, be more coverage later. This is, I take it, 1980 Olympic hockey territory.)
Amber Benson and Ron Jeremy star in One Eyed Monster.
No, really. Watch the trailer. Probably NSFW though.
Hellenic Shipping has created an interactive GoogleMaps mashup that shows the locations of their ships in real time. Globally.
(Via MeFi.)
JWZ has this rundown of the timelines for popular SF films. We’re already past Clockwork Orange, Escape from New York, Freejack, and (obviously) 2001.
Absent — since it’s not the actual timeline of the film, just of events referenced therein — is the original date of Judgement Day from 1984’s original Terminator film, which will be 12 years ago this August: 8/29/1997. Ouch.
Joey Devilla: I’m serving tea this way from now on.
Ebert on Transformers 2 is a wonderful thing. He opens with:
“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.
More:
The humans, including lots of U.S. troops, shoot at the Transformers a lot, although never in the history of science fiction has an alien been harmed by gunfire.
Please explain to me why we at Heathen HQ do not yet have a tiny robot that makes us coffee.
We are most displeased.
This makes two:
Ordinarily, if a Houstonian goes someplace in the summertime, he gets better weather. Unfortunately, it is presently hotter in Overland Park, Kansas, than it is at home:
A British study found that, while media people drank the most, they only beat people in IT by the slimmest of margins. Duh.
Fallen Princesses imagines Disney women who’ve hid the skids in one way or another. Enjoy.
Jeremy Clarkson testing the Fiesta in a shopping mall: “I’ve got 120 horsepower . . . you don’t want any more than that on marble.” Stay with it until about 4:15, and then continue until you get to the part about the beach assault.
If that’s not enough fun, then how about “It’s like listening to the Cirque du Soleil being chopped up by their own chainsaws,” which is what Clarkson has to say about the Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder.
The folks at 9ff have created a hotrodded version of Porsche’s 911 GT2, because apparently the 520 horse, 3.8 sec 0-60 stock version was too slow.
The Widowmaker turns 850 horses, gets to 60 in three flat, and tops out at 240 mph. And it has a 1,120 horsepower big brother in the works.
Price isn’t listed. I’m assuming it’s just as absurd as the whole notion of 1,000 horsepower.
Radley Balko co-authors a delightful takedown of Time magazine’s 10 most absurdly alarmist covers. Enjoy.
Or something, since it’s now refusing to reimburse its workers for data plans on non-Windows Mobile devices regardless of how much they’re used for work.
There’s drinking the kool-aid, and then there’s really drinking the kool-aid. This is just silly and wrongheaded. That they’re couching it as a “cost cutting measure” instead of blatant logrolling is even cheesier; nobody thinks Windows Mobile is a viable platform.
President Obama wrote a note for a 10-year-old who skipped (the last day of) school to attend a town-hall appearance.
GREEN BAY, Wis. – Ten-year-old Kennedy Corpus has a rock-solid excuse for missing the last day of school: a personal note to her teacher from President Barack Obama.
Her father, John Corpus of Green Bay, stood to ask Obama about health care during the president’s town hall-style meeting at Southwest High School on Thursday. He told Obama that his daughter was missing school to attend the event and that he hoped she didn’t get in trouble.
“Do you need me to write a note?” Obama asked. The crowd laughed, but the president was serious.
On a piece of paper, he wrote: “To Kennedy’s teacher: Please excuse Kennedy’s absence. She’s with me. Barack Obama.” He stepped off the stage to hand-deliver the note — to Kennedy’s surprise.
(Updated: Link fixed.)
Mrs Heathen just this moment signed the papers making this delightful vehicle an official member of the Heathen Motorpool. The Hyundai received a diagnosis that proved financially terminal, and we thought we’d shop longer, but the deal on this little wagon — a 2005 C240 — was too good to pass up. Reached for comment, the existing German portion of our motorpool was cautiously – Teutonically, even – optimistic.
(Even after factoring in the warranty and total payments over 3 years, it’ll still cost less than the new cars we were looking at. Score!)
In addition to the fancy new iPhone 3GS and related announcements (and don’t dismiss the $99 3G move; Apple’s now positioned for an even larger piece of the smartphone market), we also got a peek at Snow Leopard. The new rev of the Mac OS is a refinement release, not a major feature-laden milestone, but it does include one very significant new capability:
The other major demo was of the Microsoft Exchange support baked right in to Mail, Address Book, and iCal. “The Mac has Office, integrates with Windows IT services, but what’s missing is Exchange,” said Serlet. Apple licensed Exchange compatibility directly from Microsoft, so now it’s a snap to set up integration with Exchange Server 2007 or newer. It includes server auto-discovery support in Mail, integrated view of Exchange and personal calendars in iCal, support for scheduling meetings, accepting invitations, drag-and-drop contact integration, and more. This support should make it far easier to use Macs in most corporate environments.
Windows doesn’t come with Exchange support. You’ve gotta buy Outlook for that. Something tells me that Snow Leopard’s implementation here will be smarter than Outlook’s, too.
Oh, and the price? $29. That is not a typo.
Via DaringFireball, here’s Enderle’s predictions for WWDC this year:
“The question is whether they will use it for product launches,” said Rob Enderle, president of the Enderle Analyst Group. “It appears the answer is no since they are signaling that not only will Jobs not be there, neither will the new phones.” From the standpoint of consumers and even investors, he said, the developers conference isn’t nearly as important as Macworld.
Jesus, is this guy EVER right? He’s like tech’s own Bill Kristol. What a useless gasbag.
Lest you become Chimp-mo-tized.
From the Heathen Greatest Hits file, Hurra Torpedo:
Dear Intarwub: Please get me some glowing green marmosets. KTHXBI.
Followup, as promised. From the archives, before Heathen existed as a web site and I was forced to share my wit and wisdom via the mailing list named below. Arrant Knaves, represent!
From: chet@netexplorer.com Sun Jul 26 22:36:12 1998
To: “Some Arrant Knaves I Know”
Subject: David Fucking CarradineSo I’m sitting in the bar in the Driskill Hotel in downtown Austin, right? Not at some nebulous point in the past; right the fuck NOW. Jan Watson and I are over here for some client meetings, and rather than zoom over at some godawful hour of the morning, we came over on Sunday night.
So we’re all checked in, and have retired to the aforementioned bar for an aperitif whilst we revisit the documents for Monday’s meeting. It’s a quiet night at the Driskill; we’ve got the bar to ourselves. The bartender’s a chatty kid who’s quick to refill our Shiners, and we’re actually getting some work done.
A guy wanders through and asks the bartender if it’s a nonsmoking bar. Of course not, says the bartender. So the new guy leaves, only to return moments later to sit down behind the grand piano and begin tickling the ivories. At this point, Watson and I notice something unusual about the impromptu pianist. He is, as it were, David Carradine. David “Snatch the Ivories From My Hand, Grasshopper” Carradine. He of a thousand episodes of two (count ’em) Kung Fu serieses. He of (no doubt) an eminently forgettable series of movies running on USA even as we speak. A genuine B-Movie Icon. Playing occasionally bad jazz piano in the Driskill Hotel bar at 10:30 on a Sunday night, apropos of nothing.
I love Texas.
Godspeed, Grasshopper.