August 09, 2008

Gourmet Burger Kitchen



Yes this burger has beetroot on it, and no I haven't lost my mind. The Kiwiburger from the Gourmet Burger Kitchen in Temple Bar had an almost insane combination of toppings on it. Tomatoes, onions, lettuce, cheese, pineapple, mayo and beetroot. And it worked pretty. I was surprised I could even taste the burger, but I could. And it tasted good.

Check this place out. The burgers are awesome. The chips taste like real chips. Plus they have a pretty decent selection of wines and beers. Try the mac's gold beer. You won't regret it. As for getting beetroot on your burger, that's up to you to decide.

February 24, 2008

Creative Camp/AQA

So it's been a while since I last posted, but I promise I'll do it a bit more often from now on.

Anyway - two things to point out - firstly, I'm talking at CreativeCamp Kilkenny on March the 8th. I’ll be talking, along with a few others, about Mobile and Online TV – Challenges and Opportunities. It’s a fairly broad church as far as topics go, but there’s loads to talk about, and hopefully with the help of some audience participation, we’ll manage to have a bit of a laugh.

Secondly – you could do worse than checking out Any Question Answered. You text your question to them, and they respond within a few minutes with the answer. It’s a simple service, and they’re clearly using Wikipedia for the bulk of the answers, but it seems pretty good when it comes to settling random pub/party based arguments. Of course, sending nonsense questions is fun as well, as we did in a pre-match, post Wii lull yesterday. Remarkably, they came up with an answer to our question about what disclipline Dr. Zaius received his doctorate in, as well as a follow up question about his Alma Mater…

November 27, 2007

Are they for real??

Gizmodo had a story recently about an IBM patent for a 'dynamically updated, commercial laden DVD. This presumably comes off the back of the report they released earlier this year, in which IBM predicts the end of advertising as we know it.

The idea behind this is that unskippable ads would be served at various points during the DVD. The 'dynamic updating' part of all this would seem to indicate that different commercials would be downloaded from the net to avoid the spectre of having to watch the same ads over and over again on your copy of Spinal Tap....

Now, I have argued for a long time that ad-supported content is the way forward, and I think that fundamentally, this is a pretty good idea. I know NBC are looking at putting unskippable ads into their downloads, and I think, given people are used to the idea of advertising during programming, this means of generating cash will work.

However, this will only work because those downloads will be free. The Slashdot article that first drew my attention to this patent is suggesting that people will still have to pay for these DVDs. I'm not entirely sure if John and Jane Public will go for this. Already, we've seen a bit of a backlash against those awful anti-piracy ads you have to sit through on a DVD you've paid good money for. Will there be a similar outcry if people pay ten or fifteen or twenty euro for a DVD that will have built in ad breaks, regardless of how 'dynamic' they are?

November 17, 2007

It starts here...



So after several drinks and a lot of soul searching, ciaran and I decided that we could write a mills and boone type book for the modern era. It might end up being a touch ironic, but it will be funny. Though george hook's title for a similar style book will be hard to beat. A slav for love is a winner...stay tuned for further details. It all started on the spot.

September 26, 2007

Launch of new Dunphy show



Just one pic from the launch of the new dunphy show on 3. Further details t follow...

September 22, 2007

Master chief comes to the stephens green centre..



Somehow, i always thought he'd have broader shoulders. And less time to pose for photos. Presumably the covenant are sufficiently far enough away for him to chill out for a while...

Irish jerseys - going cheap...

 

Barely twelve hours had passed since our intrepid rugby team were battered by the french, and already the new jerseys are on sale. I hope people realise that we'll have to go through qualifying for the 2011 world cup if we don't do a job on the Argentinians. That means a number of away trips to scenic places like siberia and other such hospitable locales. If I'm being totally honest, I don't hold out much hope of a bonus point win against an argentina side who will be trying to avoid the all blacks in the quarter finals...so if the Argentinians win, will Lens seem like a heroic victory?    

July 12, 2007

Blurbs and Public Speaking...

I spoke at the Galway Film Fleadh on Wednesday afternoon, which was good fun. I was on a panel disucussing new media along with some people from RTE, the Northern Ireland Film Board and a Portuguese producer whose company BeActive produces a show called Sofya’s Diary for Portuguese TV.

So anyway, the general rule of thumb with conferences like this is that you supply a little blurb detailing who you are, what you do, and generally state exactly why it is that people should pay to hear you talk. Mine is generally something like, Eamonn Carey is the Director of Development and New Business at Random Thoughts Media, a digital media production company based in Dublin. Founded in 2006, Random Thoughts specialises in the production of series and channel content for Mobile and Broadband TV. Carey is a former producer/presenter with RTE and Newstalk Radio.

That doesn’t do me justice. Not a word of it is a lie, but it’s a bit blando isn’t it? Most other blurbs are fairly similar. I mean, if you’re talking at a major conference in Europe or the States, chances are people have paid anywhere upwards of 1000 euro to attend, so they like to know they’re getting someone who at least has some idea of what they’re talking about rather than (as I have experienced at several conferences in the past) some random punter with no connection to, much less an idea about the topic up for discussion. The blurb got me to thinking what the truth would look like. So I decided to write an honest blurb, that’s slightly longer than the norm.

Failed singer-songwriter, Eamonn Carey was born in 1979. A hairy man, Carey spent much of his childhood playing with lego and watching transfomers cartoons. As a teenager, adolescent Eamonn wheedled away his time drinking and smoking underage while writing terrible songs and working as a guitar salesman.

In a frankly bizarre move, Carey decided to study Irish, Archaeology and Celtic Civilisation in UCD following extremely mediocre results in his Leaving Certificate. Choosing such random subjects led to Carey leaving UCD almost before he registered as a student in that cesspool of humanity. Most of the rest of the year was spent in an alcoholic haze while extended from the front to the back gate of Trinity College Dublin, mainly centred on the Pav, the Phil, Hist and the Buttery.

After chickening out of a move to Australia, Eamonn enrolled in a journalism course rather than actually getting a job. For three years he learned little, drank a lot, and ruined the college radio station for future students. After graduating, Carey took his atrocious haircut into the hardcore world of freelance journalism, where he cut his teeth writing painfully average top ten lists for a magazine mostly remembered (and purchased) for having advertisements for Irish prostitutes in the back few pages.

Following a disastrous failed audition for the Irish language soap, Ros na Run, Eamonn inveigled and obfuscated his way into a job in Newstalk 106 radio in Dublin, a forum for his incredibly limited knowledge of world events and sport. After persevering with low pay and long hours for two years, Carey was sent to the Olympics on a shoestring budget in the hope that he would be killed in a major terrorist extravaganza.

Surviviing on a diet of Souvlakis and cans of free Coca-Cola, Carey spent the three weeks getting absolutely hammered on a constant basis, taking a short break to fall in love with a girl from Westport. His most memorable moment was when gypsies stole his mobile phone and digital camera while he publicly urinated with a female teacher from Donegal outside the main Olympic Stadium.

Almost straight after his triumphant return from Athens, Eamonn travelled to Seoul, South Korea to ‘work’ on several articles and documentaries. His research centred almost exclusively on the Itaewon district, where he researched such important topics as the amount of Korean beer a white man  drink on a regular basis and the effect of travelling on the back of a motorbike driven by a man on crystal meth with no helmet on. He did not succeed in eating dog.

In a totally random move, Carey moved into lecturing following his 13 hour journey home from Korea. An inexperienced buffoon, Eamonn spent most of his time worrying about what to talk about on a week by week basis. His friends supported him by constantly asking him if he had any fit students, and if he would supply email addresses and phone numbers of same to them in order to further their frankly laughable chances of finding a willing partner.

After a stint in RTE where little of note happened, Carey set up a Digital Media company with his former Newstalk colleague, Daire Whelan. Frequently high, Eamonn is often in demand for important conferences organised by himself. These conferences tend to centre on such vital topics as celebrity organ stealing and Stephen Seagal movies.

A fan of hardcore dance music, disco balls and Charlemont style mayhem, Eamonn Carey can mainly be found fucking around on the internet while drinking tea, burning incense and sitting on his couch.

July 05, 2007

Saw this post about Facebook on Robin Hamman's blog earlier today and it made me think a little. I mean, is there really something that sinister about all of these links? I'm partial to the odd conspiracy theory from time to time. Most of them are moderately entertaining. Some are funny. And some are in the tinfoil hat category. It's possible to add two and two and come up with almost any number if you are so inclined, and that seems to be the case with every thing from Nazi Moon Bases to chemtrails.

So is there anything really sinister about the backers of Facebook in that video? Well, not really. I mean, it's the worst kept secret in the world that pretty much every site is harvesting information about their users. Look at what happens with Gmail - it scans your mails and puts up ads relevant to the content of the email. Now, when I got first signed up for Gmail, I was slightly concerned, but realistically, I, as a 28 year old punter from Dublin, am unlikely to have anything so sensitive and dangerous in my mail as to raise a red flag with anyone.

Likewise on my Facebook page, it's unlikely that anyone is going to come across some earth-shattering piece of information that is going to result in me being rendered to a kindly third world client state to undergo various types of torture in order to extract information about my social life and political leanings. The worst thing someone will find out from my myspace page is that I smoke cigarettes and drink.

With that said, having moved into the world of being an employer rather than an employee, I can see certain risks associated with what you put up on your social networking profiles. I'm a big fan of all of these sites, but there is an inherent danger in being too honest. I can't tell you the number of sites I have seen at random in which people talk about everything from their sexual predilections to the amount of coke-fuelled nights they enjoy in a random four week period.

None of that matters to me, but in a world where several people can be sacked from Merrill Lynch for receiving unsolicited emails which had pornographic pictures attached, I can see how major companies and employers might go through someones Myspace/Bebo/Facebook page before that individual reaches the interview stage. And given the corporate guidelines that some of these people have, I can see how a certain level of pure honesty might cause problems.

Back to the issue at hand though. Despite the fact that there are Government agencies in many countries worldwide who are tasked with gathering vast amounts of info on their (and other country's) citizens, surely they are not interested in who pokes who or what individual has a particular widget on their Facebook page? I'm open to being corrected on this front, but I would suspect that if this video is something that might make you think of closing your Facebook account, you should probably invest in a roll of tinfoil for forthcoming millinery uses. Or reprogram your calculator so that 2+2=5.

July 02, 2007

Flock of Seagulls haircuts and the return of the 1980s

I went to see Funeral for a Friend in the Ambassador a while ago. Great gig. Amazing band. No fucking bar though. I can appreciate the need for all ages gigs, but for god's sake, open the bar upstairs. there were about 25 people up there, all of whom were old enough to embibe a few brews.

Anyway, that's not the point of this post. I've been noticing a new phenomenon recently. The return of 1980s haircuts and fashion, and last night was the most glaring example of this new trend that I've seen in a long time. There were times that the Ambassador felt like a 1980s discotheque in some shithole like Essex or Hull. It was chock full of people with haircuts that would have been rejected by the members of Flock of Seagulls. Honestly, it was like some sort of really bad art exhibit. All angles and various colours.

And as for the clothes. I saw about a half dozen people in the solid Frankie goes to Hollywood style t-shirts, more leggings than Penneys would sell in a week and a few pairs of boot runners that really should never have left the designers drawing table. One guy had a pair of old Adidas runners that looked like they were designed for a fucking moon landing.

Now don't get me wrong. The 80s was cool. Any decade that gives us A View to a Kill, Slayer, and a whole bunch of classic songs can't be all that bad. But in fairness, it was like a fucking fashion black hole. The level of stylistic shitness that developed and was exposed  in that era was unbelievable. I thank god that I was only in single figures for most of the time, and therefore wasn't willing/able/enthused to dress up like a half wit. These people are combining everything from Native American chic - an oxymoron if I ever wrote one - with fabrics that were designed for wrapping sandwiches rather than people. The worst thing is, the numbers doing it are increasing. Were Enoch Powell around to see this, he would be talking about a river of fashion faeces.

Indeed, just the other night, I was having a conversation about this very phenomenon with a friend, who pointed out the number of people in our vicinity who were wearing skinny jeans. Now, skinny jeans are fair enough - but only on people who can realistically wear them. And i'm sorry. I'm not being fattest or anti-obese here, but in fairness, people have to cut their cloth to measure (see what I did there? Subtle pun or what), and wear clothing appropriate to themselves and whatever size they happen to be.

I'm hardly Coco Chanel or Vin Diesel (or whoever controls that particular design house), but at the same time, it's unlikely that I'm ever going to choose to expose the more hirsute aspects of my body in an outfit or garment that is patently too small/short for my frame. And I don't think I'm wrong in thinking that most people should dress in a similar manner. I'm not going to give any specific examples, but I think you've all seen people dressed in a manner that tends to underestimate the hugeness of the object actually sporting the attire...

Apologies for the tangent. Back to the point. Like I said, the 1980s were responsible for so many impressive, cool, enduring types of music, movies and trends. However, the fashion legacy of that particular decade is one that should not endure. There may be elements of that legacy that I have forgotten about, but by and large, it is a tarnished, dodgy dossier of a legacy. And as for the haircuts? I'm sorry. A lot of the 'dos' I have seen recently would be more at home in some sort of topiary competition.

I for one am not going to stand for this. I resolutely refuse to abandon boot cut jeans, cords and clothing that doesn't cling to me like a second skin. The last time I wore boot runners was when you had to pump up the tongue to make them fit properly. the next time I wear them will only be if someone pries them onto my cold, dead feet.

Fuck sake.