Commoditization of the Olympics?

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Do you enjoy watching sports? Do you enjoy the thrill of watching one opponent defeat another, the excitement of the one point, the anguish of defeat in those you emotionally invest in? Do you follow every sport equally, or enjoy some more than others?

Twenty years ago you had to choose. What do I watch and what do I record? Then, technology changed things. We could record multiple sources and watch later. Timeshifting became a thing. If three games were on, and you wanted to see them all, you could record them while enjoying a night at the movies.

Once every four years we enjoy the Olympics. Well, not exactly. What we get to do is watch what we are provided. We don't get to see everything we want to, but what someone else wants us to watch. We are provided the part of the story that other people feel matters to us. We don't watch a story unfold, we observe the narrative we are provided.

Because ladies and gentlemen, we are idiots.

At least that is what the everyone involved in the Olympics wants us to believe.

Let us consider the right way to do the Olympics, and compare it to the mess that currently exists.

Imagine for a moment, that a funding site exists. Say, OlympicFund.com. This is a place where we, the public, get to fund being able to watch the Olympics. We can donate a dollar, or a million. It is designed to be a crowd funded platform.

When you donate, you get to vote. All votes are equal. You select the top five most important events to you. You also select the five least important events. Money for filming events is provided to the most most voted ones first, and works it way to the least voted.

Teams are selected to record events from most to least important. The team is required to record the entire event. Unedited footage is stored on servers as is. Apps are made to access the video stored on the servers. People get free apps in various app stores, but pay (event ticket) for each event they want to watch. All of this is ad free.

With this format, the largest number of people get what they want. An ad free method of watching what they feel is important in the Olympics. The television studios know what is important (the demographics are done for them). And people that can not afford to pay anything can watch the ad driven material from networks.

This method separates the time wasters from those that value their time. If TV is a way to fill hours you get to make money for networks. If instead this is an information source, you get the information with integrity. You follow something beginning to end without being duped by the opinion of others.

15,000 plus miles and then this happened

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The first “real” snow of the season was exciting.  It turned out that Colorado went straight to blizzard.  A new Jeep Renegade, a foot of snow, and of course excitement at the prospect of getting to drive in snow.  Time to see what the TrailHawk can do.

The sun is still down in Aurora at 5 a.m. The commute ends at Ft. Carson at 9:30. This is normally a 60 min commute.

Southbound on E-470 to I-25 two cars needed to be pulled out of drifts. The drivers of the vehicles needed to be pulled back on to the road in a foot of snow. It is fun to be the stranger that gets to help.

The freeway southbound was stopped at exit 181.

It took 40 mins for a 100 car pile up to be cleared from I-25. Then it was time to pull a police cruiser out of a drift.

The road was plowed for a distance, then was snowed in. There were not a lot of vehicles, and the ones that were there, were mostly Jeeps and Subarus.  By now the cabin was warm, so it was time to turn off the heated seat and steering wheel. After all that, this was the failure of the morning.

So the next time some d@mn fool says a Renegade isn’t a “real” jeep…

Chryslers $500 Military service credit: Retired is NOT medically retired

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If you served in the military and retired (20 years) with an honorable discharge, you qualify for a $500 rebate.

If you exited the military less than 12 months ago with an honorable discharge, regardless of time in service, you qualify for a $500 rebate.

If you medically retired from the military more than 12 months ago, and have an honorable discharge, you do not qualify for a $500 rebate.

Apparently those of you that served in the military and were injured in the line of duty do not deserve the same recognition as those that served in the military and were not injured in the line of duty.

What you can expect from the dealership after providing a DD-214 that shows you are medically retired, after you have signed all the paperwork, after you have taken delivery of the Jeep TrailHawk, is a phone call from the salesperson demanding renegotiation of the contract.

At least that is what Faricy Brothers at +1-877-482-6750 expect.

Episode V: The Inquisitvie Tykes Back

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In this episode Princess Abigail returns to the Denver Mini Maker Faire.  She hunts desperately for R2-D2.  As our intrepid young princess enters the faire she finds R2 serving drinks again.  It appears astromech droids make for good bartenders, who knew?  The work done on this conversion is… stunning.  This IS the droid she’s looking for.

Princess Abigail has been looking forward to this Maker’s Faire since she attended her first one, THE first one in Denver last year.  You can see the record of her adventures here.  She was excited to build a project at the SparkFun booth.  When we found it, she was disappointed to see that there was no Simon or watch project to speak of.  Her Jedi guardian informed her this was likely due to a lack of space for such an undertaking, and potentially a reality of the economics of this side of the galaxy.  She enjoyed the FLIR demonstration, the “printed” circuits, and digital synthesizer.

The Nerdy Derby was exciting to watch, but the impatience associated with being four prevented the princess from committing the time necessary to enjoy the derby itself.  Her Jedi escort informed her that he would be able to acquire the vehicle blanks and 3D print the parts needed on his prntrbot.  They could have their own nerdy derby, and the parts could be whatever colors she liked (and even made to look like My Little Pony).

Next she would be afforded the opportunity to make a “musical instrument.”  After assembling it from hanging file folder bits, some paper wrap, masking tape, and rubber bands, she was able to reproduce… the mating call of a bantha?  Well, it made noise, and at her age, noise was acceptable.

The synthesizer petting zoo was delightful.  Many times she asked if she could acquire such goods to take back to her star system.  Her Jedi escort reminded her that they were there to experience the entire Faire, and not just loiter at one particular location.

DenHack was the next booth that gave her and her Jedi escort pause.  To understand the engineer there (identified as Radio Shack), this demonstration was one of using cheap stuff to produce an expensive simulation. There was an entire ships bridge constructed from inexpensive tablet computers, connected to an inexpensive laptop, producing an amazingly realistic view of a starship in space.  The unique component of this demonstration was that the different positions were required to work together to accomplish tasks.

Secret Society

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Today was my first day of membership in a secret society.  To become a member I had to pay $30,000.  That fee is good for the next 4 years (guaranteed) and may last me as many as 6 years.  I didn’t learn a secret handshake, but I did learn a cool wave…
There are members of this secret society all over the world.  You may even know a member (which isn’t saying much, you likely know me).  I achieved 250 in my test period, which satisfied me at least.  I became convinced that I simply MUST commit…

Wait, I’m just a jeep owner now.

Kinda like it’s just a motorcycle, or it’s just a game….

My Renegade TrailHawk is… Pure fun.  I actually enjoy driving for the first time since my Intrepid.  I miss my Intrepid….

But this makes up for it.

So, who wants to go crawling?

Edit The next day

My government embarrasses me…

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World, I hang my head in shame.  I am an American.  When I was eighteen I raised my hand swearing to support and defend the Constitution of the United States.  I knew that joining the military put me in harms way.  That I was joining a rare breed of people that gave the government a blank check that could be cashed for a value of up to and including my life.

Seven individuals in Government have sickened me.  They’re hollow, pathetic, and weak.  Their position puts our sons and daughters in the military in unnecessary jeopardy.  My son wants to be a Marine.  I was a soldier.  My father and mother were airmen.  My grandfathers were Marines and Seamen.  My family gives a damn.

A bipartisan Senate Select committee on intelligence made up of 8 Democrats and 7 Republicans voted 11-3 to declassify the report on TORTURE (no, I am not going to bullshit people into believing TORTURE is an interrogation technique).  To quote another well written author on the subject, “Tom Coburn R-OK, showed particular testicular fortitude by voting “present”.”

When I swore to uphold the Constitution, I did NOT agree to protect people that use torture.  We were attacked by terrorists on September 11.  I remember.  I watched with tears rolling down my face helpless as I saw plane loads of people dying while buildings fell.  I watched helpless as something I loved, people I swore to defend and protect were killed.  I did the only thing I knew how to do, and that was find out what I could do to help.

And now, today, I find out that the terrorists won.  The America traded its humanity on that day.  We turned our backs on the high road.  A group of 15 Americans do not all agree that TORTURE=BAD.  Incredibly, afterwards some of them lied about their vote.  Afterwards all the Republicans stated they voted against it, a mathematical impossibility based on the outcome.  A few of them did the right thing, but are lying about it.

World, I’m sorry.  I want to represent the kind of America that sends aid after an earthquake.  That commits its lives and sacred honor to the defense of liberty and freedom.  I am watching my own government spit on the grave of every soldier ever.  They have chosen to defecate on the tomb of the unknown soldier, and for that, I am sad, angry, and offended.