Sit, Ubu, Sit
From time to time, we find ourselves commenting that, all present employment evidence to the contrary not withstanding, we are fundamentally Luddites. We use IE rather than Firefox; we keep our appointments in an antediluvian Filofax; we do not — this part we feel a touch of guilt about — own an iPod. We tend to argue that many things work just fine as they are, that hifalutin technical "upgrades" and "advances" are merely marketing scams and inconvenient timesucks. (Yes, we've been crotchety since we were about 10.) Then an article like this one comes along:
Ms. Harris is a D.J. on DogCatRadio.com, a new Internet radio station for pets. Now dogs, cats, hamsters and parrots can keep the anxiety, the loneliness, the restlessness at bay while their owners are out. It is radio just for them, live 17 hours a day, 4 a.m. to 9 p.m. Pacific time, and podcast for the rest of the 24 hours.
And we wonder: How on earth have we survived this long without internet radio?
