Archive: July, 2005
A couple Web sites list free Wi-Fi spots in the area.
The list is bigger than you'd think.
Mike Klein and Jim Haburne pull up the rental car outside the newspaper, the engine running, the AC purring and a $50 antenna mounted on the roof -- pulling in a wide world of free Internet connections.
This spoof of an Apple ad comes from the New York Times. Circuits columnist David Pogue invited guest video contributions. Watch it (after the ad for that Swedish car) here.
Nearly two months ago, which seems like two lifetimes ago in Blogtime, we wrote about Pennsylvania's pioneering step into the cyber-promotion of tourism with it's creation of a site where select travelers would post accounts of their road trips.
VisitPA.com is where six tourists, or groups of tourists tell of their Keystone capers, and we were hopeful to show Manisha and Preethi, billed as the Culture Vultures, a good time in Philadelphia.
Former 9/11 Commissioner and Navy Secretary John Lehman makes an uncomfortable point in his phone conversation with radio talker/blogger Michael Smerconish:
"When such a bomb goes off, for example, in the Philadelphia subways, there are going to be far more casualties because police and fire have not been allowed to have the kinds of equipment and connectivity they absolutely know they need. They have been articulate in pointing it out, but they have not been getting it."
Lehman credited British planning, practice and equipment for keeping the death toll in last week's bombings to near 50. Said we fall far short when it comes to keeping a proper radio communications network.
Son Letter B (they're twins) greeted me with the news of a deal. Hockey returns. He can stop following Champions League football so brilliantly. We turn to Shallow Center, the fine baseball blog that we managed to miss at first in our round-up Monday of mid-season Phillies things.
THERE'S REJOICING AMONG gum-chomping, big-haired South Philly chicks wearing Tim Kerr sweaters. After flushing untold millions of dollars down the toilet, the National Hockey League and its players have reportedly nailed down a new collective bargaining agreement. The league's lockout of players wiped out the entire 2004-05 season, in essence because a bunch of millionaires couldn't sit down and figure out how to divvy up an obscenely large pile of money. By all accounts the players are accepting a deal substantially worse than those offered at the beginning of and during the lockout, which means they accomplished nothing except donating to their teams' owners lots and lots of scratch over the last year.
Then again, if the "brand new salary structure ... keeps high-spending teams such as Toronto, Philadelphia and the New York Rangers in line," as ESPN.com's story says, and that means Bob Clarke will have to stop throwing cash at gritty, lumbering forwards who can't skate, then the whole thing will have been worth it.
P.S. I know the South Philly crack was a cheap shot.
P.P.S. You know you were thinking it, too.
Hate letters to Tom please, not to me.
Britain's first suicide bombers? A homegrown cell? A mastermind on the loose?
This was the working theory as of Tuesday. One week after the terror attacks in London and there's news.
Surveillance cameras at the King's Cross station captured the arrival from Leeds of four British men of Pakistani origin. The four - one of them still a teenager - arrived 20 minutes before the first of the four bombings that have claimed more than 50 lives and hurt another 700 people. British police raided six homes around the northern city Tuesday, arresting a man identified as a relative of one of the suspected bombers. Authorities were searching for explosives and computer files.
U.S. workers admit wasting two hours a day on surfing, spacing and schmoozing.
We have been invaded from the North by mauve. Gothamist, a slick, snarky New York Cityguide, has spawned replicants in Austin, Boston, Chicago, London, Los Angeles, Paris, San Francisco, Shanghai, Toronto, and Washington, D.C.
And now, Phillyist.
It opened for business today. It's edited by John Carroll, who is no carpetbagger. He's a Philly-reared Penn grad of the most recent vintage. He's worked at 34th Street Magazine and the reborn Evening Bulletin. Has his own blog as well.