Another perfect day. Bookmark this and read it later. Go outside!

 

THE MEDIAThe moral of the story, the young woman explained, is “don't pose for stock photos or else 5 years later you could find yourself destroying entire neighborhoods according to the New York Post.” Gothamist fleshes out the story, and it’s a tragic tale:

someone on the street in SoHo offered my boyfriend Julio $125 an hour to do some stock photos for Getty Images. He asked if I could do it too (we we trying to save money for a big trip to Europe that fall) and they said yes sight unseen. When we got to the shoot a couple of weeks later all of the clothes they had set aside for me were like size 0 and since I'm not a model and have the body of a real-life woman there was some initial awkwardness while we figured out what part of the wardrobe I could actually wear, hence the weird ill-fitting clothing they have me sporting. It was so cheesy.

So the pictures were entered into Getty’s database, tagged with “hipster” or perhaps “smug beyond measurement” and that’s that, forever. 

Possible additional tag: “Hoverhand.”

 

If you’re wondering whether Getty Images has any connection to the J. P. Getty oil fortune, yes. One of the latter iterations of the Getty genome is the co-founder. Did you know that J.P. Getty was born in Minneapolis? He was. The family’s first oil company was the Minnehoma Oil Company. But they moved to LA when the money really started rolling in, and that’s why Los Angeles has the Getty Museum, and we don’t.

Also in the media: Ryan Holiday, quoted by ABC, MSNBC, the New York Times, and who knows how many other places, turns out to be a liar, dispensing quotes to reporters who think he’s an expert. Bonus: he wrote a book called “Trust me, I’m Lying.” Check out this Forbes piece on him. Forbes notes he also writes for Forbes. Is it a stunt, or an experiment? If he had a grant it would be performance art.

And, this:  Cable / Satellite on the way out? Reuters says:

Stubbornly high U.S. unemployment, a weak housing market combined with a mature business prone to regular programming blackouts has seen more than 400,000 American homes drop their pay-TV service since the start of the year.

If there’s any industry less-responsive to its customers’ most basic request, I’d like to know. What does everyone want from cable / satellite? Less of it. We want to scroll through the listings without going through 27 channels that have shows like Beachin’ Beach Bods with the Thigh Blaster or other informercials. We want to pay less for the channels we want, but that’s not their model. Channels get grouped into tiers, and you choose a tier. Period. Shut up. Now - hey, come back! What do you mean you bought a Roku?

 

When you scroll through the cable menu, you see channels you’re paying for, but never watch. Access to a streaming library feels different: you’re paying to get into the bookstore, not every book on the shelves. This will be the model eventually - everything on demand to any device. Kicking and screaming will ensue, but they have no choice.

 

In related news, Amazon now says that ebooks outsell physical books. Is there any old distribution model that will keep its dominance?

 

t’s an interesting question - I’ve got a call in to Ryan Holiday.

OH CRAP As the clip’s owner says: “I am from another town where glaciers are fairytales, I was as much of a tourist as the Australian tourist, so I decided to join the crew. The beautiful scenery was amazing, but the nature doesn't care about anyone. That day almost became our last day.” I don’t know how 1.8 million people got to this before I did; I have Google Alerts set up for monosyllabic reactions to iceberg tsunamis. If you haven’t seen it, here you go.

 

 

And then there’s the ice avalanches of Iapetus, which sounds like something Roy Batty saw.

RETRO It’s a collection of all the covers of the British humor magazine - sorry, humour - Private Eye, and it proves how perishable a quality humor can be, and how lousy graphics could be in the 60s and 70s. Says a note at the bottom of the page: “This Private Eye covers library has been transferred over from the website Ugandan Discussions.” Wikipedia explains:

Ugandan discussions", or a variation thereof, is often used as a euphemism for sex, usually while carrying out a supposedly official duty. The term originally referred to an incident at a party hosted by journalist Neal Ascherson and his first wife, at which fellow journalist Mary Kenny had a "meaningful confrontation" with a former cabinet minister in the government of Milton Obote, later claiming that they were "upstairs discussing Uganda". The poet James Fenton apparently coined the term.[1]
The saying is often wrongly attributed to the antics of a female Cabinet minister in Idi Amin's government, who was caught having sex in a public lavatory at Heathrow Airport. The euphemism has variations: for example, before his marriage a senior member of the Royal family allegedly went on holiday with an aging ex-Page Three girl, whereupon Private Eye reported he had contracted a "Ugandan virus". In 1996, "Getting back to basics" was suggested as a replacement euphemism after the notoriously hypocritical policy of the same name adopted by John Major's government.

The things you learn.