The post with the dragon tattoo

Discussion of cyber security provokes mixed responses.

On the one hand, eyes roll and the carrier of the cyber security papyrus is quickly branded as a geek. Perhaps to be tolerated. Probably not to be invited to supper. For fear of boring the guests with a barrage of acronyms and poorly parsed prophecies of doom.

On the other hand, hackers have captured the public imagination. Think of the girl with the dragon tattoo. Think of WikiLeaks. Perhaps just think.

Winner takes all?

Earlier this week, in an article in The Guardian, and during a BBC radio piece, Richard Sambrook, former head of BBC News and director of the Centre for Journalism at Cardiff University, warned that TV news audiences could fall by a third within a decade. 

Younger viewers are tuning in for just 25 hours a year. And, wait for it, older people, are increasingly adopting the digital habits of younger viewers and watching less TV news. This structural shift is not part of some dystopian future.

It’s part of a wave of change sweeping over the media industry.

Can you see anything?

Yes, wonderful things!

So said Carter, in response to Carnarvon, when, aided by the light of a flickering candle, he peered through a tiny breach in the top left hand corner of the doorway into the tomb of Tutankhamun.

As the crowds began to thin at the NAB Show, I had a similar experience.  This time aided by a great deal more light. And the view was every bit as spectacular as that which captivated Carter. Rough cut, beta, call it what you will, it was spectacular.

I saw something which could revolutionise our industry, and a lot more besides.

Analyze this

Be careful what you tweet.

Or, at least be careful what you tweet if you are a consultant, visit the IBM stand at the NAB Show, and hand over your twitter ID, in front of thousands of other people.

I was not so careful and, within seconds, a detailed analysis of my twitter behaviour was revealed on the screen in front of my (and many other) eyes. It was not pretty. 

The results were illuminating, not least to my fellow Marquis Partner who, frowning, began to make careful notes.