Did another test of the iPhone 3GS video camera while wheeling my way through the produce department at the Dominick's supermarket in Park Ridge. I shot this vertically to make it less obvious to store personnel I was capturing video.

Looks pretty good -- although a wider format would have captured more of the experience.

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Apple's new iPhone 3G S doesn't deliver high-definition images, but what it lacks in fidelity, it more than makes up for with convenience and portability. Here's my first video, shot on my way into work in Chicago this morning.

I wish we could shut off the camera's autoexposure, but otherwise, I'm really pleased with the addition of video to iPhone.

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Every since my disappointing experience with the Amtrak flat iron steak, I've wanted to know more about beef cuts, flavors, how meat is aged, and so on. Thanks to Leah Zeldes, I now know a great deal about these somewhat arcane subjects.

Those of you following along at home might want to consult this chart that explains beef cuts. It's courtesy of the Cattlemen's Beef Board & National Cattlemen's Beef Association's BeefRetail.org site.

Also check out "Raising Steaks," an article Leah wrote for the Chicago Sun-Times.

And yes, the photo above is what I had for dinner before recording this podcast. I opted for the original version of Hamburger Helper on the left. It still tastes great, and is almost as good a comfort food as Kraft Macaroni & Cheese Dinner.

PRODUCTION NOTE: I promise to do a better job with Skype next time.

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For many years, I was a devoted shortwave radio listener. Even on worknights and schoolnights, I'd be up until the wee hours scanning the high-frequency bands for unusual signals, pirate transmissions, numbers stations, clandestine broadcasters and other fringe emanations from the ether.

One of my favorite pirate broadcasters was Alan Maxwell's KIPM, which usually took to the airwaves on holiday weekends. Many pirate broadcasters simply played rock music and subjected listeners to vulgar humor, but KIPM produced professional-quality science-fiction dramas that could last an hour or more.

Like many pirate broadcasters, KIPM responded to listener reception reports. Much to my delight some years back, I received a QSL card from KIPM. Shown above, the card confirms I picked up the station's signal on Oct. 27, 2002, on 6950 kHz. Maxwell also included some bizarre artwork and an audio CD of the shows.

About this same time, I began listening to the eclectic programs on WBCQ, a shortwave station owned by Allan Weiner that courageously embraces the First Amendment in a way that would make most mainstream broadcasters defecate cinderblocks.

Although WBCQ's programming has always run the gamut from extreme vanity to extreme politics, I found some shows to be fascinating. Radio Newyork International with John P. Lightning was a favorite of mine. It's a potpourri of pop culture and politics that's best described as Howard Stern without the punchbowl -- and without the turd.

Another great WBCQ show I enjoyed listening to was "Marion's Attic," which featured an elderly lady playing Edison cylinder and old 78 RPM records from the dawn of commercially recorded music.

But not all of WBCQ's programming smelled so good. Weiner's commitment to free speech also meant that some genuine weirdos, goofballs and nutjobs gained access to the airwaves. Among those was Hal Turner, who bought time on the station for several years to espouse his anti-Semetic and racist views.

Turner was arrested just the other day amid accusations of threatening public officials. I disagree with nearly all -- if not all -- of what Turner stands for and says, but this is still America and he has the right to espouse those views. But if Turner did try to incite violence, however, then he does need to answer for that.
An even more interesting fringe broadcaster active around the time Turner graced WBCQ was "Colonel" Steve Anderson, a self-styled militia leader who operated clandestine shortwave station United Patriot Radio from a site in Kentucky.

Anderson broadcast nightly diatribes against the federal government for far longer than most shortwave listeners believed possible. Here in Jefferson Park, his shortwave transmissions came blasting across my radio with such strength you'd have thought the transmitter was just up the street.

See a reception report of mine from April 2001 (scroll down to the USA logs).

The colonel's rhetoric usually began at a seemingly sane level, but quickly progressed to mouth-frothing talk about New World Order conspiracies and Jews being the spawn of Satan. Interspersed among his Christian Identity pontifications were references to his love of baking homemade bread.

Anderson, a former Kentucky State Militia member who got the boot when he refused to stop his illegal transmissions, definitely knew how to keep his audience riveted.

United Patriot Radio's hit parade included "You Can Take My Gun From My Cold, Dead Hand," "Onward Christian Soldiers" and a taped interlude featuring a guy firing a machinegun and yelling, "Janet Reno! Get some! Get some today!"

The broadcasts ended one fateful night in October 2001 when a county mountie pulled the colonel over on a routine traffic stop for having a broken taillight on his truck. One thing led to another and Anderson whipped out an automatic weapon and swiss-cheesed the officer's patrol car. (Initial newspaper reports noted that Johnny Law had a 15-year-old girl in the squad car with him, but if this fascinating detail was ever explained in subsequent coverage, I missed it.)

Anderson took it on the lam until he was arrested after his mugshot appeared on "America's Most Wanted." He's now doing time.

The interwebs have occupied much of my spare time the past few years and I haven't monitored the shortwave band for bizarre stuff for a long time. I ought to see what's up and start listening again. After all, it's like having kids in the next room: If they're too quiet, you know they're up to something.

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This time out, I recorded the podcast with a Livescribe Pulse smartpen. What the audio lacks in fidelity, it makes up for in convenience, I think.

Topics include Jefferson Park, neighborhood festivals and some suburban high school administrators who have a stick up their fundament over an innocent yearbook prank in which a photo showing a student holding a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer made it into print. To hear New Trier Township High School spokeswoman Laura Blair tell the tale, Western civilization is on the brink of destruction.

"It's clearly defiant and subversive and intentional," Blair declared to Chicago Tribune reporter John Keilman.

Talk about an overreaction. Judging by her credentials, Blair looks to be a sharp public-relations professional, so she should have had a much more measured response when journalists came calling, as Tribune columnist Eric Zorn points out.

When I worked at a certain small-town daily newspaper I won't name, we had a similar problem. Each year, the paper would print two full pages with an alphabetical list of all graduating high school seniors. This page was put together and proofread by students from the school's paper. The paper usually painstakingly proofread the list before printing it, but one year somebody slipped up and thousands of readers found the following names among the graduates:

Hugh Jass, Lilac Arug, Seymour Butz, Mike Hunt and (my favorite) Buster Hyman.

School officials and our publisher publicly made the requisite comments about how sad it was that a few pranksters had ruined it for everybody -- but everybody I met thought it was pretty funny. Although not as funny as the time the paper supposedly printed an ad that promised a sale on "Men's Tapered Shits."

And then there's the time that Chicago's very own Lerner Newspapers ran an ad -- in the Skokie edition, I believe, which surely qualifies as icing on the cake -- whose typo announced the opening of the "Nazi Car Wash."

But to get back to subject of yearbook mischief, the sad reality is that it isn't always funny. Pranks are definitely not funny in cases like this.

MORE INFO

Here's information on Jeff Fest. And click on the Flash player below to see and hear the pencast version of the show.



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