Platform

“BB10 is not just a product, BB10 is a platform and the product that we will be launching later this year is the first iteration of this fantastic new platform, then we will build on this to create a portfolio and we need some time to do that.”

RIM CEO Thorsten Heins, March 29, 2012

“They must look beyond their area of strength and comfort, into the unfamiliar territory of trying to become a software platform company.”

Apple CEO Steve Jobs, October 18, 2010

So Happy Together

Very often people oddly put books against the internet…I love them. You don’t throw away your books when you buy a computer. You keep both. The beauty of living in the present day is you don’t abandon the past. The past co-exists.

—Stephen Fry, Stephen Fry: The internet and Me | BBC News

Magazines are my happy place…I think print and the Internet complement each other more than people realize.

— Derek Powazek, From Natural Disaster Comes … an Instant Magazine | Time

A Serious Post

02-OCT-09: The Coen Brother’s A Serious Man

Like much of the Coens’ work, the climax is unexpected and thrilling, confounding and infuriating. The lack of high-profile performers lends an authenticity to the project, making it feel lived-in and real, instead of “Here’s a bunch of our famous friends in a vanity project.” Though never as absurd, A Serious Man is a spiritual cousin to Raising Arizona .

—Tara Thorne, The Coast

It is largely about misery and bad luck, and it’s very funny. Its hero’s first two words must have been oy vey. The Coens, who have a way of following their vision with unwavering consistency, do not flinch from the problems of poor Larry Gopnik (Michael Stuhlbarg), which include a wife, son and daughter who cause him misery, a deeply flawed brother-in-law who has taken up residence on the sofa, three rabbis who are no help, and an exhibitionist neighbor who goes heavy on the eye liner and smokes during sex. If you aren’t Jewish when you go into this movie, you may be when you come out.

—Roger Ebert Chicago Sun-Times

Even with its recognizable tropes, there’s an element of ingenuity to “A Serious Man” when situated in the Coen canon. The movie synthesizes their past and present achievements. Recalling the situational comedy of “Burn After Reading” (which itself recalled the situational comedy of “Fargo”), Larry’s problems form a laundry list of insurmountable woes: He grapples with his nagging wife Judith (Sari Lennick) and her patronizing lover Sy (Fred Melamed), desperately tries to communicate with his aimless son (Aaron Wolff) on the brink of his bar mitzvah, dodges threats from a disgruntled student and feebly attempts to help his deadbeat brother (Richard Kind) solve a gambling problem. Though Larry’s troubles are exploited for the sake of the Coens’ prankish tendencies, he perseveres by way of spiritual convictions that play out with unexpected sincerity. Adopting a desperate stare and constant naivete, Larry oozes pathos. As an archaic symbol of the post-World War II nuclear family, he represents a dying breed, recalling Tommy Lee Jones’s resigned stance in “No Country for Old Men.” Thus, “A Serious Man” draws liberally from the Coens’ own work. At once devilishly confounding and mature, it’s unquestionably their most personal movie yet.

—Eric Kohn, IndieWIRE

This movie is utterly assured, personal, serious, sad and very funny.

—Anne Thompson, Thompson on Hollywood

The movie has no stars, few recognizable faces. And unlike so many American films, which cast gentiles in Jewish roles (Imelda Staunton, for example, as the stereotype mother in Ang Lee’s Taking Woodstock, also about suburban Jews in the ’60s), this one actually has ethnic-appropriate casting. The Jews here are sometimes broadly drawn — Larry’s family slurps soup at a decibel level that even th4e Simpsons would find deafening — but they’re fully assimilated,. Nobody says, “Oy vey!” or talks shtick. If people answer a question with a question, the first would be Larry’s plaintive “Why me?” when he seeks legal, emotional or spiritual help, and the second the world’s “Who cares?”

—Richard Corliss, Time

Best Infomercial

NASCAR as we have come to know it must die. If ever there was a case for assisted suicide, it is present-day big league stock car racing. I suspect we’ve find ourselves at the bedside of this morbidly obese, gluttonous, gaudy reflection of society after following a predictable path. An arc. A gently rising arc that everything must follow. A humble birth, rising from next to nothing to the highest of highs. A child destined for greatness. Strong legs to carry it far and wide, broad shoulders to bear an ever-increasing burden. But never more than a bastard child, bred of the seed of evil – money. From the high we must decline. All things must pass. And in these end days the pace quickens. This king has been overfed.

NSCAR Must Die | Why Don’t They Have Doors?

Tatamagouche tipped the scales on enthusiasm

We are expanding, but Tatamagouche is not a market we are expanding into.—Scott Samways, owner/manager of Hooters in Dartmouth

Hooters not opening in Tatamagouche | Nova Scotia Business Journal

In other Tatamagouche news:

The village in northern Nova Scotia has been chosen as the setting for the next instalment of the reality TV show, The Week the Women Went.

The premise involves sending the women away for seven days to see how the men and children cope in their absence.

Paperny Films announced Tuesday that it had picked Tatamagouche over Mabou, another small Nova Scotia community. It was a close decision, the production company said, but Tatamagouche tipped the scales on enthusiasm.

Nova Scotia village picked as setting for reality TV show | CBC

Dan Norman

There’s something about a recording that when you feeling like you’re going your voice is going on tape you’re liable to, well, do some little thing, make a little slip in saying a word or something in the song that just won’t be perfect. It’s human nature I guess to be a little bit nervous or something when you’re facing a tape recorder. But there’s nothing to it. You’re only just singing as you would anyway.

Dan Norman Cummings

Tats

In only a few short years, we find that the “tribal tat” we were staring at in every dance club on the Jersey shore has become a 20-color tableau of Bea Arthur giving Alex Trebek a hand-job on the calf of the professional dog walker ahead of us in line at the community gardens bike repair shop.

—David Cross

BAD TATTOOS: From Dr. Phil to gay unicorns, the new book No Regrets looks at the worst tattoos on the planet | Radar