Steve Jobs, Diana-mania, and the Cult of Apple

I was first made aware of Steve Jobs’ death in the evening of the day that he died, a few hours after Apple released the news to the public.  I probably saw it before most Europeans, as I was watching it as breaking news on various American news channels while most of my blog readers (well, both of them!) were tucked up in bed.  What struck me immediately was the level of coverage given to the story – every single American news station was running pieces on it, and they continued to run them throughout the rest of the evening until I finally went to bed (after my nightly dose of Family Guy and Robot Chicken).  In what (sadly) has become a typical newsroom technique, to make up for not having anything new to say on the story, they were endlessly stating and re-stating the news, going live to various commentators for their opinions, taking calls (or, in the more zeitgeist-capturing moments, reading Tweets!), then going back to repeating themselves. Continue reading

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Work/Life

As an addendum to my previous post (and because I’m bored and clearly have far too many opinions), rather than spewing my thoughts out of my great flapping pie-hole at whoever’s unfortunate enough to be sat next to me at the bar (or chuntering them out under my breath like an escaped schizophrenic mental patient [although that is a very good way to keep the seat next to you free when travelling by public transport]), instead I thought I’d collect them together into another post.  The previous post was mainly about the BCVI (my employer) and my job (that stuff I do when I’m not drinking coffee and cursing at the air conditioner); this one’s less about the specifics and more about the general issues of working in IT and working in Belize.  And some other quasi-philosophical nonsense. Continue reading

BCVI

For a change, I thought I’d post a blog entry that’s not some self-indulgent narcissistic claptrap about what I’ve been doing at the weekends, nor a semi-racist rant about working and living in a foreign country; instead I thought I’d expound a little on the organisation that I’m working for, and what I’m doing for them.  And then pad it out with self-indulgent narcissistic claptrap and semi-racist ranting. Continue reading