Note to self: wearing a USB headset on TV might seem like a good idea at the time, but it's really, really not.
This is Boston, not L.A.
Looks like Ryan and I are headed to Boston next month for a conference, and you know that means: Engadget Reader Meetup! We're still on the hunt for a venue, so if you have access to a space, or know of anything suitable (we're expecting between 300 and 500 people), please drop me a line.
There is only one Nation of Ulysses
Ian Svenonius brought his irreverent irreverence to the Bluestockings bookstore on Monday evening. I’m not sure I’d actually go see him perform these days – those last couple mAKE uP records were already on the tired side – but it was hard to resist the prospect of a reading from his new book, The Psychic Soviet. (Especially since the reading was a mere two blocks away from my apartment).
Rather than actually read from the book, Ian spent about an hour or so expounding on his pseudo-(conspiracy) theories about the connections between rock music and the Cold War. The neo-Debordian in me loved it, but should anyone who wasn’t a fan of NOU or the mAKE uP really care?
Ian’s the master of projecting an aura of self-seriousness, but after years of making a career out of both declaiming and mining nostalgia it’s almost as if he’s become little more than an object of nostalgia himself. Even setting aside any debate about his bands’ musical merits (some songs hold up, some don’t), as the guiding force behind Nation of Ulysses and the mAKE uP, Ian had an underappreciated influence on the style, taste, and sensibility of an entire sub-culture of kids, myself included. Ian’s sounds, clothes, and oblique references pointed towards the parts of Sixties culture that you didn’t hear about much ten or fifteen years ago. Digging Godard, the Situationist International, and Arthur Lee might seem like obvious moves these days, but at the time they were revelations.
The Psychic Soviet encapsulates what he’s all about (and really has always been about): a revolutionary stance disguised as an ironic take on revolutionary stances. And maybe that’s why it makes sense for the former Sassiest Boy in America to be writing books rather than songs; rock music is so overwhelmed by the sort of retroness he pioneered that a shift in medium was almost inevitable.
[And now I remember why I decided not to go on and get a PhD.]
The gang
Gotta say, it was really good having Ryan back in NYC for a few days, even if we did spend 95% of our time at various WIN-related functions and only 5% of our time watching Talladega Nights.
Earlier today Jill snapped some pics of us up on the roof of Engadget HQ, apparently Apple wants a photo of us for a page they're putting together about the Engadget podcast. We probably won't be sending them any photographic evidence of our feeble attempt (pictured above) to flash an Engadget gang sign.
Number one!
I guess I should probably be posting this on my other blog, but I was very pleased to discover this morning that Engadget had ascended to the very top of the Technorati 100. We'd been hovering in the top ten for a while now, and spent the better part of this year in second place behind Boing Boing (at least until they were edged out by a massively popular Chinese blog a month or two ago), but it never seemed like we'd actually make it all the way to number one. Not sure how long we'll remain on top, but even if it's only for a day or two it's still extremely gratifying to see that so many bloggers still find us worth linking to. We've got an amazing team of people at Engadget and we're all working like crazy to keep making the site better and better.