On Good Friday I walked all around downtown Reykjavik, enjoying the near-empty streets, and wondering what happened to the city centre. Laugavegur, the shopping street, is turning into a hollow core for a small city occupied by people in cars who prefer large parking spaces and malls.
Somehow I didn’t have the heart to take photos of all the vacant buildings bought up by real-estate developers, rows of houses boarded up, waiting for the wrecking ball. Downtown Reykjavik is waiting to be rebuilt, one house at a time.
This post is an extended footnote with my presentation today at a symposium organized by Kistan.is, at the Reykjavik Academy (see press release in Icelandic). In addition to myself, the panelists are Elin Hirst (director of TV news RUV), Pétur Gunnarson (Eyjan.is), and Þröstur Helgason (editor, Morgunbladid).
Broadly, I argue that the distinction between print, radio and TV has become untenable, and we need different concepts for database-driven media platforms, their interfaces, their scale, temporality and modes of reception.
Remarking on TV and it’s ongoing dissolution, or rather the becoming-television of various media, I mentioned Joost, the open-source Miro, BBC iPlayer. In relation to music, particularly sites that encourage music discovery and the mapping of users’ tastes, I mentioned (in addition to iTunes, unavailable in Iceland), Rhapsody, Last.fm, and Musicovery.
I’ve always been suspicious of people who mindlessly drive themselves and others to work, work, work, cheerfully spouting Ben Franklin’s dictum “time is money”. Time is many things, and it certainly is valuable, but it doesn’t equate to money – even when you’re getting paid by the hour.
It turns out that worrying too much about wasting time, losing time, saving time, not having enough time, and generally treating time more like a thing than a quality is profoundly counterproductive. Hence my great pleasure at Stefan Klein’s op-ed piece in the New York Times, “Time Out of Mind”. It explains, but only partly, why time seems to pass at a fourfold speed whenever I so much look at a game of Scrabulous on Facebook…