A return trip to Manchester seemed a long way, especially in the pouring rain. But it was worth it.
The Crash of The Elysium was a spectacular piece, and had my kids enthralled and sometimes genuinely terrified. It’s fitting that part of it was set in a Victorian fair ground, because for all the Dr Who sci-fi trimmings and pounding sound track, this was story telling using magic tricks at their most basic, charming and elegant. And it was fun to be able to observe a group of 6-12 year olds become totally immersed in a drama which they seemingly controlled. Brilliant stuff. Our letter from Dr Who now has pride of place at home. It’s coming to London as part of the cultural events for the Olympics next year.
This year’s Intellect organised Digital Entertainment conference gathered the great, the good and a whole lot of consumer electronics retailers.
I didn’t learn a lot, but it was reassuring to see that powerpoint is gradually changing into real products. The Samsung demo synched up a smart TV, app store, tablet and mobile. And it just worked. Video played seamlessly and sequentially across all three.
Two things struck me. I’m still unsure how things will play out between content brands, aggregators and hardware. Aggregators are still playing a strong game, but don’t they become like book publishers and movie studios in the long run? A necessary part of the market, but one that consumers are largely indifferent to? And how many CE players can do what Apple have done and create brand loyalty around hardware?
Second, and more interesting, is that the content has yet to shift. Almost all of the talk for converged tv’s is about how they can be used to distribute existing content (linear channels, video on demand) and perhaps enhance it with social features. But the web teaches us that smart tv content will change and morph based on what the technology can do. It doesn’t strike me that this has happened much yet. I’m wondering how and when programmes become apps rather than slots in a schedule.
I spent yesterday evening playing Papa Sangre on an iPad, with my youngest, in the dark. It’s a game that the 4iP team helped to get going, and was created by Somethin’ Else It’s available via iTunes, as is its successor The NightJar.
It’s billed as the world’s first video game without video. Instead it creates a vivid 360 degree world of sound that you can walk through by tapping on the footprints displayed on the screen. And there be monsters (scary ones). You’ll never forget the first time you’re eaten by a snufflehog.
I listened to Diana’s funeral and to the death of Phil Archer on a car radio, and found them both much more moving than if I’d been watching them on television. Words, feelings and imagination are stronger than images when the context is right. Which is why I’m wondering where Papa Sangre leads. Paul Bennun, one of the creators, has recently described massively multiplayer books. They’ll be here before my kids have kids.
I’m working at Rightster at the moment, as an adviser. They’re a B2B digital video company that provides tools for making online video simple, and has plans to build a content marketplace for rights owners and publishers.
They streamed the Royal Wedding via Facebook, MSN and a network of international publishers. So while we watched the ceremony on a big screen at home, we had a laptop video Skyping Canadian relatives, and two other computers tracking the feeds and comments round the world. And it worked.
One day soon every school concert, local football match and kids birthday will be streamed like this. It’s no longer a technology problem.
I’m off to San Francisco with the Web Mission companies, and the inimitable Oli Barrett. A week of meetings, networking and the possible with a bunch of the UK’s leading digital entrepreneurs.
I’ve been meaning to migrate my old blog from Typepad for a while. And now it’s done. Time flies, and I haven’t been posting regularly. I partly blame (or maybe credit) Twitter for that.
I’m intending to do more on this site, as and when. In the meantime you can track me down on Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter and Flickr. But you’ll only see much stuff if you’re a friend on each of those services (so get in touch).
This was the poem from the opening of the Olympics in Vancouver. He delivered it much better on the night than he does in the video below (which is a bit too slam for me). But it's the piece that makes the most sense out of the Canadian aspects of my life (and the bits I most want my kids to understand and enjoy).
His name is Shane Koyczan by the way.
"Define Canada
You might say the home of the Rocket
Or The Great One
Who inspired little No. 9s and little No. 99s
But we're more than just hockey and fishing lines
Off of the rocky coast of the Maritimes
And some say what defines us
Is something as simple as 'please' and 'thank you'
And as for 'you're welcome,' well, we say that, too
But we are more than genteel or civilized
We are an idea in the process of being realized
We are young, we are cultures strung together then woven into a tapestry
And the design is what makes us more than the sum totals of our history
We are an experiment going right for a change
With influences that range from A to Zed
And yes, we say 'Zed' instead of 'Zee'
We are the brightness of Chinatown and the laughter of Little Italy
We dream so big that there are those
Who would call our ambition an industry
Because we are vineyards of good year after good year
We reforest what we clear
Because we believe in generations beyond our own
Knowing now that so many of us
Have grown past what we used to be
We can stand here today
Filled with all the hope people have
When they say things like 'someday'
Because we are more
Than a laundry list of things to do and places to see
More than hills to ski
Or countryside ponds to skate
We are the abandoned hesitation of all those who can't wait
We are first-rate greasy spoon diners and healthy living cafes
A country that is all the ways you choose to live
A nation that can give you variety
Because we are choices
We are millions upon millions of voices
Shouting, keep exploring
We are more
We are the surprise the world has in store for you, it's true
It wouldn't be surprising to my six year old. I recently sat him down to watch Star Wars on DVD. But he switched off half way through. When I asked him why, his response was "Luke's not very good at this level" and turned on the playstation.
The idea that he'd prefer his own interactive narrative to George Lucas's lovingly crafted epic is both wonderful and also beyond me.