because what fun is the news that is?
Too dark to be useful. However, here’s a webcam from the NY Times building in NYC. It’s pretty nice because along with being able to see the Empire State building and Chrysler in the background, the tall building on the left with the antenna mast on top is the home of WBGO’s primary transmitter. Still there and doing it’s job!
The Newport Creamery serves up a tasty ‘Awful Awful’ – a twist between a shake and a Blizzard. Pretty good!
The Bayberry Inn provided accommodations. Nice place.
My office for the weekend.
For sale – we should get it for our new kitten!
And the sun sets at the close of the Festival; this is the stage (one of three) that’s actually inside Fort Adams.
A nice time, good weather, good music. If it weren’t for the traffic I might not have even noticed I was working… well, besides the fact it ate up my entire weekend and then some. If you missed the broadcast, you can relive it all at NPRmusic.org.
Favorite Photos:
Ibrihim Maalouf
Nikki Yanofsky
Daniel Mille
Marco Benevento
Red Baraat
Neil Cowley
Favorite Performances include all the above EXCEPT Nikki Yanofsky and add in Sonny Rollins’ performance (so check these bands out, good stuff). And that’s all the Montreal stuff I’ll bug you with this year!
Downtown Newark as I was leaving to go into NYC today:
And in the village, NYC, where someone built a tiny snowman bike rider:
Since it seems rare that I’m on that side of the camera. From my work trip to Detroit:
As some or many or all of you may know by now, I’m in Detroit for work. I did not eat the fries…
More photos here, if you want to check up on what I’m doing here. Tomorrow we begin recording bands. Then Sunday evening we have to take all the audio and turn it into a 5-hour radio special that airs Monday at 2pm!
From Newport, Rhode Island, where I’m up with here with folks from WBGO, WGBH (Boston) and NPR Music (DC) to cover what used to be known as the Newport Jazz Festival. Lots of music, but I had a quick moment to grab this:
We broadcast live for 6+ hours today, and of course most things are being archived on the web.
I’m up in Montreal helping make WBGO’s coverage of the jazz festival happen. Among other things I’m taking some photos of performances and such. Check out all the photos (so far – work continues as Adrienne and I try to fit in a vacation as well) here.
As just mentioned, WBGO today put its foot one step deeper into the waters of video production, doing a 3-camera live broadcast of a performance and interview. This really was a demo/learning process, so the results aren’t perfect, but you can view it below:
I love TED. I’m not talking about the now-defunct airline. I’m speaking of the conference that has become, in my mind, a ministry of thought. I’ve linked to videos before. You should subscribe to the podcast. There’s great stuff to be had. I recently listened to Barry Schwartz talk about the real crisis: our loss of wisdom. And then today, I had this happen to me:
I rode my folding bike to work, and thus home as well. This evening I passed through the turnstiles with folded bike in hand, and proceeded to the back of the train, my usual spot. As I was to enter, a policeman stopped me and told me bikes weren’t allowed on the the trains until 6:30pm (an arbitrary time when rush-hour is apparently complete). I’ve never had a problem taking a folding bike on the train, and asked him if the rules had recently changed; he said no. I then consulted a PATH train employee, and he indicated while the rules do prohibit bikes, they typically let folding bikes pass. The policeman said he only stopped me because he got chewed out by his superior yesterday. So did I wait the 20 minutes? No, I left that entrance, went down the stairs and back up where I could enter from the other side of the train, and headed towards the front, away from the policeman. Two minutes later the train left the station, where another guy with a folding bike was still waiting for time to pass.
But here’s the thing: in my car, there were 10 empty seats. I was among two people standing, in a car that’s 51 feet long and more than 9 feet wide. There was space to spare – I could have ridden my bike in the car! That amount of people is normal for that train at that time, i.e. there’s always room for bikes, especially bikes that fold. So why was I stopped? Because rules have over-ridden practical, everyday wisdom.
Self portrait, with folding bike