I was such a lucky kid back in those childhood days in Aachen, Germany. We were one of the first trial houses that got connected to cable TV. Subsequently, I was able watch such cultural delights as "Nescafe UK Network Top 50" or "US College Football" on channels like Sky. But more importantly, I remember some presenters going on about a series called "Dr. Who" and some flying (telephone?) box. I wasn't particularly intrigued as you can tell and as a result Dr. Who remained a mystery to me. Until last weekend....
About 22 years later my anglo-teutonic curtain was finally lifted and I can now take advantage of the new "Dr Who" series on BBC One Television - and boy, did I enjoy it. All in all, episode 1 looked to me like a variation on Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy (this is supposed to be a compliment!). I thought the plot seemed interesting, the characters well-picked and the special effects, well, special.
Can't wait to the next episode - I think that's the best compliment the Who crew can get from me so far. Another plus is that it finally shakes up the TV Saturdays a little, something that was overdue.
As usual, another ingenious new web service site passed me by again and again and again. Then I finally noticed and can't believe I never realised the potential. This time it's Flickr photo management and sharing service which grabbed me and made me upload my small and simple "arty shots" collection.
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Manual watches - there is something to be said about them.
With the exception of trains perhaps, there are not a lot of things which can be described as dead certs when it comes to stopping these days. To me, manual watches spread out a charm and beauty of repetition and precision.
Manual watches give me a sense of being in control. It's like I wind up my future by myself. When I spin that little wheel in the morning, I know that I inject some more life into the mechanisms of this little clockwork for approximately another 40 to 42 hours. The exciting question is: "What's going to happen during the time that I am now winding up?".
On a more philosophical level, winding up my watch in the morning has an almost therapeutic influence on me. I am getting myself ready for the day, making sure my own springs and kogs are fully wound up. And the fact that this little job needs doing every day in order to keep the wheels and hands spinning gives me a little bit of comfort.
And I like that.
Microcelebrity, Microdonations, Micropatrons - Jason Kottke talks to Newsweek how life's like as the first pro-Blogger on the planet.