PSP: A Real-Life Pause Button

You must forgive my tendency to take a skeptical view of product launches like this and the media frenzies they inspire (never mind that what I'm writing just feeds the hype). Despite the youthful visage you see on this column, I'm actually 83 years old. Events like the unleashing of the PSP make me want to say curmudgeonly things like, "Hey America! Don't you have anything better to do than anaesthetizing yourself with games and movies wherever you go?" Of course, I might have said the same thing at the advent of transistor radios, the Walkman, portable televisions and mobile phones -- and I eventually ended up carrying all those things.

I doubt that I will cotton to the PSP in the same way I did to those devices. Most of those debuted when I was a few years younger and wanted something to keep me from being bored whenever I went outside. I have since discovered that books do the trick, though maybe reactionaries like me considered the printed page a sign of the apocalypse in 15whatever. Yes, it's part of the process of growing up, getting old and learning how to get irritated by children.

America -- and because of an unstoppable cultural export policy that we invented by accident, most of the rest of the world -- loves a good product launch. We're tuned better than Yo Yo Ma's cello to respond to Sony's public relations engine. And that's OK. People love games. Even I got addicted enough to Quake when it first came out that I used to give myself motion sickness because I wanted a monitor big enough to make the action really real.

But I can't help feeling like we're being played with more skill than Yo Yo's instrument. It takes serious effort to create a situation where thousands of people can spend more money than they might normally afford, then thank the spendee for the opportunity. It happens with clothes and food, but we need those things. Maybe it's because Sony's giving us something painless to do with the time that we might otherwise spend worrying about reality. We already have TV, but it's such a commoditized market. Wrapping up several mind-numbing activities in one package that we can take with us is nearly as ingenious as cigarettes, but with the only possible negative health effect being carpal tunnel syndrome. So fine, bring it on, but I'll sit this game out.

Side note: I confess that one item about PSP tempted me -- the idea of movies anywhere, any time. There are format issues, to be sure, and I bet Sony will long remember its failure to get people to buy MiniDiscs, yet I'm curious to see whether the video feature will really work out. But on a more profound level, I can't imagine watching a cinematographic masterpiece like "2001: A Space Odyssey" or an Indiana Jones extravaganza on a Lilliputian movie screen. Just a thought.

Every Day I Write the Blurb

I led off Monday's column with Elvis Costello's declaration that the retail music business is ready for the rite of extreme unction. At least EC (or Napoleon Dynamite or the Emotional Toothpaste -- call him what you will) is consistent. When the Los Angeles Times asked him what is his own favorite album, he used the Internet as his out: "It's not just that he doesn't want to impose a selection, he says. It's that he doesn't have to. Costello is embracing the growth of online access to music and of the digital playback devices that allow people to sample music easily. 'I look forward to the time when all my albums can be more readily available in ways that people can make their own selections,' he says."

More from the Times: : "Topics range from the future of the record industry as we know it (it's doomed, he believes) to his current favorite download site (the legal world-music source (www.calabashmusic.com) to obscure '70s singer-songwriter David Ackles (a personal passion of Costello's for years)." And his current faves from his own collection? "This Year's Model," (punk) "King of America" (jangle-punk) and "Imperial Bedroom" (baroque punk).

I'll bring you more news on Elvis and the Internet, no matter where he goes. Meanwhile, we'd love to have EC himself come aboard but we don't feel like dealing with PR hell. Who will be the resourceful reader with a friend who has a friend who knows Elvis, or at least his chief handler? We want Costello at washingtonpost.com and we want him now!

Touched by a Democrat: From the Kay Bailey Hutchison Files

In yesterday's column, I brought you a story from the Austin American-Statesman about a video circulating through the ranks of conservative Texans. The video shows Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison (R-Tex.) engaging in a display of flagrant bipartisan bonhomie with Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton (D-N.Y.). It is designed to erode support among GOP voters for Hutchison, who reportedly is contemplating a challenge to Republican Gov. Rick Perry's reelection. Perry spokesman Luis Saenz yesterday denied any involvement from the governor's camp, but confronted with new evidence, changed his tale for today's paper:

"The [senators] appeared back-to-back at a March 3 event at the Sewall-Belmont House and Museum, devoted to women's history, on Capitol Hill in Washington, a museum spokeswoman said. Laura Nisbet said that at the time, two men taping the event identified themselves as working for Perry. ... Saenz, informed of Nisbet's account, said today that the campaign hired the men to tape the event. He said he subsequently shared the tape with key supporters 'who thought it was funny,' and the snippet bouncing around via e-mail germinated without campaign direction. 'It's all over the Internet now like a virus,' Saenz said." Note to Saenz: Just in case you need it, washingtonpost.com lists plenty of civil servant positions on its job site.

Bored Employees Rediscover Work

Who knew that TiVo was really a plot spawned by managers across the country to bolster productivity rates? USA Today reports that "TV buzz isn't what it used to be. Morning-after gabfests around the water cooler dishing about last night's Lost are dying out -- or at least spreading out -- as more viewers are converted to the DVR age. The DVR, or digital video recorder, is the most popular home electronic device available right now."

The paper explores the popular notion that the recorders are changing the way America watches television, but it's the article's focus on work that sets it apart: "'I don't watch TV in real time anymore,' says Bethe Ferguson, 26, of Cincinnati. ... 'When the ladies in my former office used to talk about Desperate Housewives [on] Monday mornings, I would have to run away just so it wasn't spoiled,' says Ferguson, a magazine editor. 'Then they would slowly transition into business matters, and I would miss it all because I didn't want the plot of a TV show ruined.' She says she 'lost out on key business talks because of it.'"

Wrong-Way Worm

If hackers want to be known as courageous Maccabees fighting against the machine, they need to produce results opposite from the ones they generated for Washington state tax collectors. As the Associated Press reported, "A computer worm that infected the state Revenue Department's system caused some businesses to be charged twice for their taxes." The worm shut down the network, throwing the billing system out of whack. That, the AP said, caused the system to stop flagging the accounts of businesses that had paid their taxes over the Internet. Note to hackers: The worm is supposed to double our refunds. Next time, try harder. (This is not an inducement to criminal activity -- really.)

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