[On an Train to London 8:55am]What is Vodafone 360?Well for me it may just be the rekindling of an old Love affair.I have had a vodafone sim for as long as i can remember. Well OK.. I guess it’s about 17 years.
I have two iPhones one running O2 (Patroned by @SleepyDog) and one running Vodafone. I still can’t let go of my trusty Nokia N95 though. If i take my Vodafone sim out of an iPhone and pop it in the N95 my reception doubles in quality.I am falling out of love with the iPhone.. Great social media app tool but crap as a phone.I keep using the iPhone mainly because of a few apps.. Audioboo Especially.. Which to be honest, will run happily on an iPod Touch with a MiFi. And what with Audioboo appearing on Android in the not too distant future I feel less chained to the iPhone than ever before. (Maybe this is because my brand new Mac Book Pro lies broken and lifeless on my office floor.)I Love OSX.. I Love Apple Macs.. Does not mean i have to like Apple.With todays news from Vodafone and it’s 360 initiative I am feeling more than ever that it is time to switch back, making my main phone (the Vodafone) a Nokia or such like once again. Apple may well be finally faced with a challenger to their app store.I will know more later when I get to talk with developers eager to get start coding like lunatics in an attempt to fill the Vodafone Store with all the application goodness Social Media types like myself can’t seem to live without.There is more information on Vodafone 360 here: http://info.vodafone360.com/en/experience/indexAnd more posted on my twitter account: http://www.Twitter.com/Documentally and my Audioboo account: http://www.Audioboo.net or my blog: http://www.OurManInside.com..Anything i’ve missed? :)
I just got an email from a friend working in Iraq. He’s stuck in Mosul waiting for a helicopter to Kirkuk. Must have been months since I last heard from him. I sent an email to him last night half expecting him to be locked in some farmhouse on the outskirts of Baghdad handcuffed to a bed. It’s happened before. I don’t expect him to be quite so lucky next time. Anyway, he’s not kidnapped, just delayed.
He’s an old time ‘proper’ Journalist. He’s mastered shorthand, always keeps his notebooks and is one of the finest writers I know.
He knows Arabic. He files stories and photos for a Middle Eastern newspaper. He get’s the job done. Well. He told me he looked at my ‘stuff’ online and is not sure if he has been left behind. “It seems pretty interesting and weird and, well, very modern (there are things I’ve never heard of..) We came from the same daily newspaper in Northamptonshire and spent our last paid holiday on assignment in Egypt and Sudan before quitting work together. We then took different paths. I don’t think he realises how those few times working together influenced me. Thanks to him I know there is a right way of doing things. I may not choose that way myself but I know it’s there. In amongst my manic postings on multimedia platforms, occasionally there is something a little more polished, a little more in depth. Often I rely on the viewer or reader to bring their opinion, thoughts, conversation to the mix. Mostly I spew content into the streams without tagging, captions or any kind of context. Maybe I see documenting as more of an art form than providing information or an official record. I have all the tools I need and more. Perhaps if I thinned out my social media toolkit I would solidify my content. Less of a scatter gun more of a missile. Still, I am glad I took this path and am sure it will be an amalgamation of social technology and the ‘old ways’ that shape the future of Journalism. If my friend knew that what I did was easy, he’d be unstoppable. Any journalist with an iota of imagination can pick up these tools and apply them to the way they work. The benefits are massive. As long as we don’t loose sight of our truths and see those truths as something to be shared on mass whatever the repercussions. Maybe I will show him. A decent journalist works for the good of us all. A great one needs protecting and allows us a datum. It reminds us that some bloggers are journalists. And some are not.
I imagine people may well be fed up of all the #Longplayer tags that are flying around my feeds. It is difficult to get across just how amazing this place is.. The conversation, the soundtrack, the questions posed that may never be answered. Time is flying by. This is the first time this composition has been played live. I am sure it will happen again but I can’t think where. Surely nowhere can be as suited to this sculpture made of Tibetan bowls as the Roundhouse..