The new version of Windows Media Player maintains a logfile of all the media (digital video and DVD, digital audio and CD) that each user plays on it, much like a browser’s cache. Unlike a browser-cache, however, WMP talks to a centralized server every time you insert new media and transmits a unique identifier number that could be stored and sold to marketers (though MSFT says they won’t be doing this). And like a history file, the media player’s file can be the source of embarassment if spouses, parents, employers, kids, etc get into it and discover your dirty little viewing and listening habits.
Privacy experts said they feared the log file could be used by investigators, divorce lawyers, snooping family members, marketing companies or others interested in learning about a person’s entertainment habits. It also could be used to make sure users have paid for the music or movie, and have not made an illegal copy.
“The big picture might be the owners of intellectual property wanting to track access to their property,” said Peter Swire, a law professor at Ohio State University.Link [bOing bOing]
Yesterday and today’s Democracy Now airs a terrific speech from Cornell West about the struggle for equality and liberation post September 11. Democracy Now has MP3s and RealAudio archives available (look for the 19 Feb. and 20 Feb. 2002 shows)
Timetable Images is a collection of hundreds of airline timetable art from present day back to the 1920s (and even earlier).
No such thing as too much vintage travel art, especially aviation related stuff as it feeds both the airplane and the art/design grey matter. [via gmtPlus9]
Limited Pie is a weblog on markets, the economy, and trading. Nice pic of Alan Greenspan in dress with pie.
Art Of The Luggage Label is a Flickr user who is posting hundreds of luggage tags and labels from an earlier and more civilized era of travel.
Dead-on Graham Parker rant about the state of indie labels and US radio promotion.
“After driving around the states for a month, tuning into rock stations as I did so, I felt like I was listening to some kind of state-run communist radio, so indistinguishable was the formatting from one state to another. I commented on this to the aforementioned employee, a chap closely involved in the promotion of my album.
“No, it’s worse than communist,” he replied. “It’s the worst of capitalism.”