Explaining Twitter to the Teasmaid generation:

                                       

This clip, from the 2004 movie 'Downfall' starring Bruno Ganz, has been mashed up online in a million different ways, by a gazillion different people, over the last few months.

Above, is my version based on the disagreement, run-in, recent interchanges , pro and con Twitter, that I had of late with Channel4's Head of Programmes (Nations and Regions), Stuart Cosgrove.

No fan of Twitter, he'd described it wittily, but in my view inaccurately, as the 'Teasmaid of Technology'.

You can read more about the other mashups in the genre here.

Love something? Hate something?:

I came across this a while back, in Jeff Jarvis' essential daily feed.

Twistori is a terrific Twitter tool from those wonderful folks who brought you WeFeelFine, the site exploring global human emotion via keywords in blog posts.

(Update and correction: Amy, one of the creators of Twistori, has just put me right as follows: 'Twistori is NOT from the Wefeelfine people, Jonathan and Sep. We were inspired by the spirit of Wefeelfine. Cheers.' My, ((Mike's)), apologies to all concerned for the misunderstanding.)

Like Jeff I found Twistori strangely compelling, (not to mention hypnotic, insightful, funny, sad and occasionally barking.)

Essentially it scrapes up all the Tweets containing the words; love, hate, think, believe, feel, wish etc, then feeds them to screen as a kind of stream of global consciousness. (Oh dear, I'm going a bit space-cadetish here aren't I?)

Anyway, suffice to say, why not give it a whirl and see if you like it.

I first came across it on my iPhone, it blew me away immediately, to my untutored eye, (I'm a copywriter not a techie remember), the UI absolutely rocks in it's zen-like simplicity. (Note to self: Mike. Please. Cut the hippy-dippy-trippy stuff.)

Looks a bit tidy scrolling away in a normal web browser too.

ps. Perhaps the Honda boys and girls at WKLondon should repackage it as a bit of social for the 'Hate Something. Change Something' campaign?

pps. Personal favourite 'I love' so far:

"I love the smell of Wigan in the morning."

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No country for old (advertising) men

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A pal of mine, Mark Gorman, has a blog.

He's a very good writer, very well-connected, and has a lot of great stuff about the Scottish Advertising industry.

Recently, he posted about an article in the English Regional Advertising section of the border sprawling magazine; the Drum

A bloke who used to work in Scottish advertising, was reflecting on a decline in the market north of the border.

He wrote: “I think in order to sort Scotland out what you should do is find all the people who have any connection with that old, famous agency Hall Advertising and put them out to grass. Scotland needs younger people and new ideas.

Too many people in Scotland are still trying to emulate the glory days of the 80s and 90s. The work Scotland is producing has not changed.

The big agencies are just playing lip service to new disciplines and have not really embraced areas such a digital and direct marketing."

The collective response from the great and the good of Scottish advertising was a pretty unified.

Ranging from: "Oh dear, ouch, and what's that you say ya bas?"

The original post seemed a bit too self-serving and pr-stunty for my taste.

Whereas Mark's post itself makes for a good read.

However it's the comments, all 45 of them, that are priceless. (They are also proud, passionate and highly relevant to the debate.)

Hell hath no fury like a Scottish adman scorned.

ps. Like I say, Mark's post spawned 45 comments. In the interests of balance, I went to read the comparable comments on the web site of the original article.

I found, er, just one comment there. (Schurely Schome Mishtake. Ed?)

When, a day or two later, I went back to check my sources before writing this post, even that solitary comment seemed to have disappeared off the radar.

This in itself raises an interesting point: That one man's modest blog (est Oct 2006), has, in this instance generated more in terms of response, outrage, clout, buzz, and debate that the supposedly recognised 'industry organ' of decades standing.

Of course the debate would never have started without the magazine article in the first place, but once the conversation started, most of the dialogue migrated elsewhere.

If I were a magazine publisher, I'd be worried about that.

New David Byrne/Eno album:

I've just been listening to the new album from David Byrne and Brian Eno.

They are marketing it online in rather a brave way; you can hear the complete tracks online for free first. (Unlike iTunes who'll give you the first 30 seconds or so.)

I say brave, because anyone who is that way inclined, (i.e. a bit shifty, can record the tracks directly to their hard-drive, with any number of free bits of audio software.)

I was unaware of the album until I saw a promo Hillman Curtis shot.

Stefan Sagmiester designed the artwork to the album, and I was interested to see the paralells with hius recent book, and promo film, shot again by Hillman Curtis.

Honda Whoosh; Wow, Woo & Hoo:

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I really like this TV spot for Honda from DraftFCB Melbourne.

(Probably because it reminds me of a flying dream I have had on and off for donkeys years. But perhaps we shouldn't delve too deeply into the content of my dreams too much ;-)

Unsurprisingly, but wisely, the idea behind the ad fits very comfortably with the 'Power of Dreams' line.

And if I can get a bit philosophical on you for a moment, (and why not? This is MY flippin' blog after all), I'd like to remind you and close with Apollinaire's wonderful quote:

“Come to the edge, he said.

They said:

We are afraid.

Come to the edge, he said.

They came.

He pushed them and they flew.”