Don't you hate when you search for an answer to something you think is pretty straightforward, but it turns out your brain is so weird you're the only person either dumb enough to be asking (hence, no content to support an answer has ever been created), or, your brain is so complex, you are the only one who could ask the question (hence, no content to support an answer has ever been created).
Twitter is discontinuing Periscope in 2021 (and here is a Periscope of me postulating a theory of why livestreaming seems to be getting rolled back and complicated these days). I used Periscope as my main "man on the ground" live feeding platform for such things as house fires and riots, or the occasional weird attempt to produce regular weekend programming.
With news of its impending demise, I panicked. Instagram (Live) is not built for serious stuff -- it presumes pictures and broadcasts are personal social objects shared between people good looking enough to have enough friends to do that between. For your average content weirdo like me who still thinks the web and its products should be a bit unpredictable and uncontrollable regarding real matters, the Twitter ethos, however evaporating from the principle of that it may be these day, fits the bill.
YouTube Live or Twitch have just way too much overhead for spot live streaming, and Facebook for all intent and purposes requires you to sign in before showing someone's live video rationally. Facebook is not really about an "open" web.
But luckily as my video shows, you can still feed live via Twitter in what is basically an "integrated Periscope engine" resulting in something that is not so much different in experience at all. I had to make the video above because I could not find a clear answer that the lazy typing in of a YouTube query (I don't even think I bothered with Google) might yield.
Video demonstration of the speed camera ticket and its website. It's better full-screened.
I'm going to guess that most people here in Buffalo have yet to be issued a speeding ticket resulting from a violation caught by one of the city's new speed cameras.
I am ashamed to admit that I was negligent and reckless enough to be someone that was.
If eventually you do yourself, this video shows off the ticket that you can expect to receive, and a quick walk through of the website where you will be allowed to view your violation and either pay the fine, or initiate the process of contesting it.
As it appears, I apparently triggered the camera exactly one minute and 46 seconds into the control period (meaning, the 15 MPH speed limit I violated had just kicked in at 7:30 whereas I caught at 7:31) sooo, yay for my timing.
Buffalo has two (Amtrak) train stations. One is called the Depew station, and is certainly interesting. But the other is located downtown on Exchange Street, which is my lifeline to New York City -- as if I'm always rolling back and forth there, which I do not these days because it's always expensive to go, and because, well, now COVID. But, I like the idea of being in some way at New York City's doorstep.
The train to New York is both comfortable yet suspiciously impractical. Booked well enough in advance, some flights out of Buffalo to New York are actually about the same cost, or, certainly not much more expensive, than a two-way Amtrak ticket. And flights are usually listed as taking just an hour and a half, though, in practice, it takes about one hour. The train takes a whopping nine hours and it is generally accepted that in fact it will take longer. There's always some issue in the journey that causes a delay.
But that comfort thing is a big deal if you're in no particular hurry. There are no stifling crowds and none of the airport-grade security checkpoints. You just show up about a half hour before the train's arrival, board, then take advantage of plenty of leg room, wi-fi, and the occassional jaunt to the cafe car for drinks and snacks. It's nine (advertised) hours, yes, but they are actually pleasent making plane versus train worth the debate. The other real advantage is that the train slides into New York's Penn Station which is smack in the middle of where you likely want to be if you're going to New York, and connections to any other place you might.
When you consider the airport endpoint hassles, and the time getting from the airport to the places you want to actually be in the city when you arrive, the total time you need to spend in a discombulated transition state dramatically narrows the time gap advantage between the plane and train. For many, the comfort factor then settles the argument.
This guy pulled up alongside me at one point in traffic while I was driving home from work.
Six minutes later down the road, he's nursing a bad hit on his noggin'!
People sometimes see things like this and with a prejudice against reckless motorcyclists think "Aha!, he got what he deserved!".
But in this case, this dude was completely lawful for as long as I could see him and, although it was a bit of a minimalist shortie, there was a helmet. Maybe he wishes it covered a little more now, I dunno.
It appears that he bumped into, or got side-swiped by, another vehicle. The crash happened while he was well ahead of me so my dashcam didn't catch the actual event.
He was writhing in pain with his arms and hands wrapped around his own head while the people on the sidewalk around him provided immediate comfort as best they could. But, I think he was largely okay or at least hope so. I heard the medic call go out on the scanner about a minute later so help was on the way.
As may have been hinted at by about 15 years of websites and the occasional mention at this blog, I have a fascination with transit rail systems. Subway systems, light rail, high speed rail -- and to a lesser degree, conventional commuter rail. Don't ask me to explain the intense specificity (why not freight rail or Amtrak?), I can't.
Video Pan of Progress on the Exchange Street Station, with Commentary.
Buffalo is building a new train station for its Amtrak NYC cross-feeder called the Exchange Street Station, which is a replacement for the old standing one of several decades, and which goes by the same name. Today was sunny and warm and, shoot, I showered, so I indulged in some ground footage on how the construction is going, including this video pan with some pretty limp commentary.
You can check out Buffalo Rising's June 2020 post on the progress for some more insightful exhibition, and its Exchange Street tag for even more. Tasting this project for content has excited me for its future.
I never went on to develop web pages or to code at professional grade levels, but for as long as the web has been a thing I have always developed web pages and coded. Here are two videos (you'll need to full-screen these bitches to see them completely) showing off some work I did for the computer support department that I worked for from the mid-90s to about 2006.
Ye Olde Computer Support Website Nostalgia 1 (Watch full-screen).
Ye Olde Computer Support Website Nostalgia 2 (Watch full screen).
Back then formal lines between technical roles were not as defined or regulated, or, at least weren't for our small shop, yet. A system administrator might just as easily be called on to install MS Office on a user's PC, as they might to add a printer to a server -- and vice versa. Roles solidified in my 5 or 6 years there, but early on, anything was on the table in your role as a "PC tech".
If you could log into it, you were the dude doing it.
Under this liberal arrangement I at some point picked up the role as webmaster of the departmental website. It was a natural for me because it did in fact involve coding (HTML and the old "Cold Fusion", AKA, the language of MySpace - fun fact), and it allowed me to craft in departmental service structure directly to the interface that people would be using to call upon it. The website, to the extent I had control, was in effect support policy and procedure. For years this worked out well.
I was able to take this trip down memory lane using a weird archive site I had not heard of before called oldweb.today .
Looking at this today it's stunning how static my web skills have stayed. You'll notice that my preference for the clean uncluttered mechanical social path between the various pages is the same you'll find, say, here at my very blog. I have always preferred that a website look and behave like a document.
The world wide web might have been a way to share all kinds of information in a useful way that ecompassed the input of multiple presenters for every topic imaginable, sometimes for the same topic many times over.
Malcolm Gladwell effectively predicts the 2020 web in 2002.
It was imagined by the still-living web founder as something that would be an indexed resource of a million perspectives, all able to interlink and evolve in infinite digital interplay.
And then, commercialism.
Now web page/site development can only be justified by the amount of money it might procure its producers. Web pages that don't or can't take on the architecture of e-commerce equate to content that might be better moved to evolving social media platforms such as Facebook. Places where any universal search mechanism breaks down.
Malcolm Gladwell made the prediction above in 2002 that seems to hold up well in the 2020 web.
More evidence of a sub-civil society growing beneath our feet. The waning foundation of education, the chips on everyone's shoulders, the stress of poverty (or worse, the stress of staying functionally 'middle class'), and the win/lose nature of the capitalist game we are all just pawns in, are beginning to take their crystallized toll. Before these charged times (thank you Trump for the little things), we had only the aisles of big box stores or the under-enforced rules of our fast food restaurants to hint of it.
But the sub-civil society is apparently real. This latest example is like a Curb Your Enthusiasm sketch.
They bump once at the door, and after the probably-unneeded heated exchange after that, the bumpers get into their car and pull out, bumping the original bumpee's mother with their vehicle in the process. In the span of a few minutes you have two caustic bump events going on meaning that this is apparently the universe's grand design for these people.
The rest becomes a viral cock - of a gun.
Another lawful gun owner in action.
There were so many opportunities for this not to have happened. The alleged bumping party at the door could have said "excuse me" or "sorry", whether they did the bump or not (scientists say that more than half the bumps that happen are undetected by the would-be bumpers).
The black mother did not have to strike the car, but inasmuch as she did, and she may have done it instinctively to alert the driver she was there, it was no cause for the passenger and her husband to leap out and draw a goddamned gun.
All the people here were way too wound up with the chips of the times on their shoulders.
And, once again, a gun-bearer learns the hard way that whatever situation they believed merited the proper application of one, does not necessarily jive in the eyes of law enforcement or even among most reasonable people.
Now they've got an arrest record that includes gun violence, which sucks for them and will for the rest of their lives. The legal defense cost alone -- even if they dodge legal consequence, will be way more than they counted on for their flippant gun decision. Though, at least they have their fellow gun-loving peeps to hug them into believing "they were right".
Just watched the (Buffalo) Mayor Brown interview. I have been impressed by this guy every single time I have heard him play out in the media for any reason, but more for this than any other.
He is one the best mayors I've been a constituent of -- and is on par or maybe better than my other hero, Bloomberg. As a ticket they would be a home run. Balance is where the torturous victories lie, and these guys master it perfectly.
By the time I am posting this to my blog, it's a bit dated. I originally posted it to my Facebook feed before the tenant of "defund the police" was parsed more by the big media explainers.
If you're wondering, I'm just caching some of my social media posts here at the blog. Both to feed it so that I can continue developing (I need to hammer out an archiving architecture for example, so I need posts, lots of posts!), and also to solidify the principle that posts and feeds should exist on personal blogs first, not Facebook or Twitter. Though, clearly in playing catch up, I am doing the clear opposite.