Every picture is a memory. Every time we press the shutter on the camera we are freezing a moment of history so we can preserve it forever. It sounds monumentous doesn't it, but it's not: Facebook will certainly tell you otherwise. I log on each day to see the myriad of photos that my so-called 'friends' vomit onto my homepage. Not only do people upload a sequence of the same picture - I have two of them so why not use them - but the other people in the picture will also post their versions of it. The result? Monster albums clogging up the internet providing the CIA with plenty of material should anyone need blackmailing in the future...


It is an age-old question, though. How do we make our holiday photos interesting to the general public? How do we step away from the necessity to have 'been there' to really appreciate someone else's pictures? And, while we're at it, how can we remove this insane fashion for de-tagging and portraying this hideously false image on Facebook? There is no hard and fast solution - no tried and tested method to solve this, but I think I may have hit upon a compromise.


May I invite you to read on...

Friday, 16 March 2012

Radio Gaga

You may have read that when I was in Verona I got involved with student radio. This was a lot of fun. We had a show aimed at other Erasmus students and we discussed everything foreign from habits to haute cuisine. It was actually quite a success. We'd get hundreds of downloads each week on our podcasts and we created quite a stir on the station.

Despite this the station was undergoing some changes in staffing and let's say they needed a kick up the bum in order to publicise their shows. we may have got 1,000 downloads for our podcast about Verona, but if there was one thing we could guarantee it was that the listeners weren't coming from the university. In fact they weren't aware the university had a radio station.

My co-presenters and I felt that we needed to change this and embarked on an ambitious campaign of printing tshirts and orgainising events for our fellow students. This was something we managed to do quite easily in the end and begged the question, why haven't we done this before? (Or rather why haven't they done this before).

So one evening we took our box of tshirts and went to the local pub (that was really the only 'pub' in Verona). We handed out our tshirts, did a spot of publicity, and tried to get the student population to listen to our show - this actually involved explaining to them what student radio was. It was a little hopeless really.

Still, what wasn't hopeless was the jumping picture we took to mark the occasion.

Lost in Translation, only on Fuori Aula Network
Verona, Italy, 2010

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