Life on the Wicked Stage: Act 3

Streaming Services and Sports

Streaming fantasies

I have a fantasy. It’s a sports fantasy. Actually it’s a sports viewing fantasy. Perhaps it’s an entertainment streaming fantasy. Regardless, it’ll never be fulfilled.

Just about every streaming service has jumped onto the live sports streaming bandwagon. That’s understandable. Sports attracts eyeballs. Eyeballs equal money. Money makes the balls bounce.

Streaming services that I turn to insist on pushing their sports investments on to the top of their poorly designed homepages, forcing the user to scroll if they aren’t interested. Of course streaming services homepages are notoriously poor user experiences to begin with.

Like I said, I get all the reasons behind this. I get that the streaming executives have overpaid for the right to stream whatever they’re streaming and are trying to capitalize on the investment, on the way to raising prices to cover that cost, and perhaps find a few new viewers who might not already be fans. It feels very much like my grandkids screaming “watch this, watch this!”

To be fair, things have gotten better. Streaming services that feature live sports have at least reduced some top line over exposure along the way, or provided tabs for different categories that segment sports and other viewing genres. But they could go further.

So, here’s my fantasy.

Give users an option to not see sports programming so prominently displayed on the already atrociously and algorithmically designed homepages. A simple switch that says “give me more of this” or “give me less.” Trust me, as someone who likes to view sports, I’ll find a game or a match that I’m interested in if I want it. And I’m sure there are plenty of users who will want to see sports programming prominently featured. So let viewers choose. Those who run these networks should be interested in that choice.

Streaming services could also extend a give me more or less feature to other programming. How many times do you need to see the same title displayed in different categories, or after you’ve watched it, or have to scroll past a genre you have no interest in?

Whether it’s sports or any other entertainment genre it seems to me it would be better to gauge interest ahead of time, instead of waiting for viewership numbers after the fact. Who knows, it might be a good way to provide metrics that might actually be meaningful when it comes to thinking about where these services are going to spend money in the future.

Like I said, it’s a fantasy.

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Sunday Morning Reading

It’s all a loop

Back from spending time with the grandkids and back for some Sunday Morning Reading. There’s an interesting context to the many issues we face that evolves while watching the little ones grow and learn. Things are happening that will affect their lives in the years ahead. Yet there’s a blissful innocence cocooning them from it all. At the moment.

In my reading, and in my sharing of that reading, I find I’m doing so mostly for the thousands of tomorrows they have in their future, much more so than for anything that will happen in this week’s tomorrows that might affect me in the moment. Read on.

Neil Steinberg’s Meet My Metaphors #5: ConAgra is about so much more than the agricultural giant moving to Chicago years ago. If you like metaphors, it’s a must read. If you’re approaching the last leg of the journey, it’s a must read. If you’re concerned about what you may leave behind, well, it’s a must read.

JA Westenberg posits that it’s all a loop. Joke’s on us, I guess. Check out The Loop: Everything Has Happened Before, And Everything Will Happen Again.

Ky Decker wonders, Do I Belong In Tech Anymore? I find if you’re asking that question about anything, you already know the answer.

Wesley Hilliard thinks we should Stop With The Tech Celebrity Worship. I concur. AND I’m for knocking down all the pedestals we erect for celebrities to ascend in any and all fields of human endeavor.

Timothy Noah takes a look at How The Tech World Turned Evil. Pop the bubbles. Tear down the pedestals. Endless loops.

Meanwhile, Makena Kelly examines how Palantir Employees Are Talking About The Company’s Descent Into Fascism.

Follow that up with Jasmine Sun’s piece, Silicon Valley Is Bracing For A Permanent Underclass.

The previous four links speak to a much darker future in one way or the other. Read them. Then go back and re-read the first two links by Steinberg and Westenberg. Looping context.

Closing out this week, here’s a couple of links that feel a bit more uplifting. First up, check out Mat Duggan’s Boy Was I Wrong About the Fediverse.

Then follow that up with David Todd McCarty’s Becoming A Local. Sometimes the horizon is much closer than you think.

If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here. If you’d like more click on the Sunday Morning Reading link in the category column to check out what’s been shared on Sunday’s past. You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. This site does not use affilate links.

Bumper Cars and Grocery Carts

We’re an angry lot these days

We’ve been away for a week, so we had a number of errands to run in order to restock the home larder, pick up the dry cleaning, etc.. It’s a Saturday and a sunny one at that. Cooler than I’d like, but reasonably pleasant. Unfortunately, the cooler temperatures and bright sunshine aren’t leading to cooler heads.

An high angle, wide shot of an old black and white photograph captures the interior of a grocery store where shoppers wait in line at checkout stands.

The nice weather means everyone and their extended families in Chicago has decided to get in their cars and drive today. Add to that, the outbreak of road construction sites that have popped up like spring flowers and you’ve got your typical tangled traffic mess.

One of the things that always gets me is how considerate drivers never focus their consideration beyond what’s in front of them. A considerate driver will pause to let another motorist entering from a side street, or trying to change lanes, not recognizing the line of cars behind them that they are holding up by doing so. It can be aggravating.

It’s different in the grocery store. It’s usually considerate to let someone who might have one item jump in front of you if you’ve got a reasonably full cart. But in my experience, that doesn’t happen if there’s a long line of folks behind them. Spatial and situational awareness is a little more acute when you’re not behind the wheel of a car, instead surrounded by other humans.

Today I witnessed that break down. One customer with a line behind him, decided to let another customer with only a gallon of milk, cut in front of him. It lead to quite a loud chorus of complaints from other customers standing behind the gentleman. The considerate customer fired back with a retort and, well, let’s just say verbal chaos ensued. The cashier and eventually the manager got involved.

Obviously the difference between grocery carts and cars is that you’re not protected by metal and other materials that entomb us in cars. You might hear car horns blaring, but you don’t hear the shouts of other angry customers, separated only by the length of a grocery cart or two or three.

When I came out of the grocery store, the argument had continued in the parking lot. Fortunately, the offending gentleman and the most vociferous objector to his consideration were parked in separate parking lot lanes meaning they were headed in different directions once they got in their cars, doors slamming, to depart.

I’ll leave it this way. We’re an angry lot these days. With all of what we’re dealing with as a society, rising prices certainly being one of them, everybody more than willing to express their anger, regardless of whatever armor they may be incased in.

(Image from the Boston Public Library on Unsplash)

Home Again

Grandparent duty

Whew. We’re back home after a week helping out with the grandkids. Good times. Good fun. Crazy exhausted.

Catching them for extended periods about a month in between each tour of grandparent duty, it’s astounding to see how fast they grow. Most of my grandpa tricks don’t work any more. So, I’ll have to pull out a few new ones for the next visit.

U.S. Debt Tops 100% of GDP

So much winning.

So this headline popped up today.

So much winning. My grandkids’ grandkids will be paying this off. And I’m guessing the Strait of Hormuz will be the world’s most lucrative toll. At least there will be a new ballroom.

But, hey, it’s only money right? (Actually it’s not. But that’s a story for another day.

Seriously Unserious

No more adults left in the room

We are a decidely unserious country acceding to the demands of a child.

An overhead photograph looking down at the numbers "8647" formed by arranged seashells on light beige sand. The number '8' is made with light brown bivalve shells, while the '6', '4', and '7' are made with darker, gray and black seashells. The sand is slightly textured with wave patterns. The scene is well-lit by natural daylight.

I’m spending the week helping with the grandkids who make completely unserious demands at the drop of a hat. It may not be fun to break a heart in the moment, but it’s better than not saying “no.” Of course the grandkids move on in the blink of an eye. Unlike the supposed adults who carry and act out on grudges.

Speaking of adults, the coverage of King Charles’ speech before Congress and apparent subtle digs at the President, shows just how cowering a people we’ve become. I found a moment to listen to the things said. The brief coverage I’ve seen is treating his treatise as if it was delivered from somewhere on high. We do still have this strange infatuation with British royalty that often resembles the love/momentary hate relationship kids have with their elders.

What Charles said may have been deftly couched in subtle political speak, skilled enough that I imagine those applauding might have entirely missed the simple message urging us to grow up.

Perhaps it’s time we retired the phrase “adults in the room.”

When There’s No Truth To Set You Free

Truth and consequences

We’ve always had a problem with something called the truth. I say “something called” because it’s always been possible to twist and turn facts and debate what is true on some levels. But in the last decade we’ve turned what could at some points in history been reasonably called an accepted truth into a discarded relic of rumination and ruination. And we’re watching the ruin of quite a few nations because of it.

Text against a solid purple background that reads, "The assassination attempt is our latest demonstration that the news is just a perpetual mass Rorschach Test. Whatever happens, people will describe and interpret it according to their priors."

The above graphic is cribbed from one of friend Michael Markham’s social media feeds. I believe it to be true. As far as it goes.

But I think we’ve gone farther than any of us would like to actually believe. The concept of truth in public discourse has become a thoroughly devalued commodity. Yet we continue to trade in it while ignoring its decline. It’s a kid’s game gone awry, played by adults who all know better, but somehow think the spectators can’t see what’s up. Or rather don’t care.

Those who chronicle these things are just as mired in the mess as those they chronicle. I’m not sure what pisses me off most. I can stomach when someone lies or misrepresents the facts for some gain. However, the bile becomes overwhelming when those who know better regurgitate it without consequence like a herd of cattle chewing cud.

At the end of the day, they’re all standing in their own shit waiting to be fed.

This comes at a time when I’m helping my daughter out with the grandkids while my son-in-law is away for work, and we’re all in the mode of teaching consequences.

Watching the larger stage where those who know better act like toddlers developing and endlessly spinning out lies when things go amiss, it’s the same game. The instincts are the same. They always have been.

The only difference is my grandkids don’t yet have the excuse of falling back on priors.

Truth is expensive. It can’t set you free if lying costs so little.

May 1st General Strike Planned. Hope It Matters

I’d like to see more urgency

There is a General Strike planned for this Friday, May 1. Quite frankly, I think it’s just going to be another in a series that have featured No Kings themed protests in the past year.

I don’t mean to demean the effort. Glad to see it happening. That said, given how each day brings something new that’s quickly absorbed into the swelling sponge of sewage that is the zeitgeist these days, I just don’t see any potential for real impact.

One of the problems with this protest is they missed the marketing boat. I get and appreciate the approach and historical tie in of calling a general strike on May 1. But those historical resonances are there for some, unfortunately not for all. Old rules don’t apply.

Also, given what I believe is still an urgent moment, that urgency seems to be fading a bit. I think the promotional pitches should have called the event MAY DAY and played that for all of the contextual danger it implies. Even the “Hold The Line” slug feels like stasis compared to movement.

I can understand the lack of urgency. There’s a growing sense that the next big moment isn’t going to happen until the midterm elections. Perhaps that’s justified in the wake of no real movement so far. But that actually makes the struggle more challenging, at the same time ground continues to be lost on so many fronts that won’t be easy to change.

But even though these efforts feel like they have weakening impacts, they do keep up some pressure. So, in the end I guess that matters.

Here’s hoping it does.

Sunday Morning Reading

Sunday Morning Reading is on hiatus this weekend as we’re trading the chaos of what’s supposed to be the adult world for spending time with the grandkids. A chaos that’s easier to understand.

Enjoy your day.

Artists Show The Way With Guerrilla Art In DC

Tell the stories

I’ve been attempting to hightlight artists that are standing and speaking up against the trauma being visited on us by the Trump regime, so this piece is worth pointing out even if it is in The Washington Post.

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Phillip Kennicott writes that Guerrilla Art Is Flourishing In Trump’s Washington. He highlights several artists and their efforts.

One day artists will tell the story of what we’re living through,including the artists standing up and using their art to speak out in the moment.

For those upset at The Washington Post’s complicity in these traumatic times, the link above is from the web archive.

You can also find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above. This site does not use affilate links.