This morning I heard someone on the radio talking about how the US Air Force had bombed a mobile phone tower in Iraq to stop ISIS (or whatever they are called today) from using the phone network in the area.
Am I being really dim, or would it not have been possible to get the mobile phone company to flip a switch and turn the tower off?
ISIS are brutal and medieval. But what is bombing a piece of vital communications infrastructure which might be put to good use in the future?
I had hoped that, by this stage in human development, we would have found other ways of solving conflicts.
The morning session (Archived from live stream)
The afternoon session (Archived from live stream)
Delegate reaction - Amber Stevens
Delegate reaction - Anne McCrossan
Delegate reaction - Kurtis Johnson
Delegate reaction - Rosie Groves
The Digital Wallpaper
Networking and Buzz
Welcome to the event
Here are the archived live streams from CommsCamp 2014
Introductions and Session Pitches
Session on Using Video
Session on using Snapchat and Whatsapp in Public Sector Communications
Session on Communicating with Businesses
Session on Sharing Material
Session on Geographical Hashtags
Wrap up and Prize Giving
Are you frequently embarrassed on social media by not knowing the difference between your and you’re? Does this affect the way people feel about you and risk ruining your image and message?
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£25,000: a small price to pay to avoid pissing people off with your grammatical ineptitude.
This is a tale of a sneaky dog.
This evening I was walking the dog, Rocky, on the field on the other side of the woods, where we normally go. We met a guy with a small terrier who we had never seen before. He was throwing a small, flourescent yellow, golf ball for his dog. After a while, Rocky started to join in the game, but the terrier always won the race for his ball. Then, the ball disappeared into the long grass. Dog owner, and two dogs were searching for it, to no avail. I joined in, but we could not find it.
Eventually, we gave in. So we walked on. After about 30 seconds of walking, Rocky suddenly opened his mouth, and the small, yellow ball dropped out. The sneaky hound had it all along, while we all, including him, were searching for it in the grass. It took ages to get it off him and return it to its rightful owner.
That sneaky dog had it all along and he played along while we all searched for it. Who said dogs are not intelligent and cunning?
I am running a poll on the impact the rise of the smartphone has had on personal photography. I am testing my thesis that the need to carry a separate camera around used to mean that people largely only took photographs on special occasions, but that all that has changed since many of us have had high-quality cameras integrated into our phones.
Please answer the poll below:
I was just listening to my music collection on random play (as you do these days in the digital age), and a song I hadn’t heard for a very long time came on; “Whit Week Malarkey” by Half Man Half Biscuit. I love HMHB’s deadpan humorous lyrics.
There was one line in this particular song that caught my attention
"… I’ve got a black belt in NoCanDo".
It just reminded me of those gatekeepers, the risk-preventers, the nay-sayers, who stand in the way of progress, change and innovation.
It seems to me that a “black belt in NoCanDo” is an essential qualification which some sectors and organisations will use as a measure of whether someone is qualified to progress to a senior level.
Do you know any of these people? While you’re thinking about that, enjoy the song
You know Christmas TV is just so rubbish, don’t you?
So, who wants to collaborate with me to make Christmas specials of Newsnight, Question Time, Crimewatch, etc, to be broadcast onine on Christmas Day?
I get annoyed this time of year when people keep letting off fireworks unexpectedly. It makes me reflect that I have always been suspicious of forced jollity, and the kinds of things that people think you must enjoy or there is something wrong with you.
I don’t like Circuses, Fairgrounds, or Fireworks. There, I’ve admitted it. I put them in that category of stuff that society says is fun and I disagree.
As a child I was taken to the circus. I was too young to remember the experience, but, I was told I ignored the acts and was fascinated by the workers changing the scenery. I was never taken again.
I grew up in Nottingham where all my school mates got excited about the annual Goose Fair and couldn’t wait to rush off to it after school. I was dragged unwillingly to it and usually refused to go on any rides.
I don’t get fireworks. It is literally money going up in smoke.
I hope I am not a curmudgeon. I think I know how to have fun. I just don’t like to be told by society that Circuses, Fairgrounds and Fireworks are where fun is at.
I’m thinking of setting up a support group for people like me, who don’t like Circuses, Fairgrounds and Fireworks.