March 18, 2006

the white-black middleman

Just awesome that we have footage of the BWB revisited panel from SXSW. I watched the whole thing, stuck like glue to the great questions, comments, and answers. So many points interest me--more than a few I want to write about.

I've been thinking about what Tony said as he talked about the way he's a kind of liaison between black and white readers in the blogosphere, a more subtle black identity stop along path of racial exploration, especially for bloggers beginning to read from white to black.

Do you get it sort of? He says it better. Watch.

My first instinct hearing Tony's comment was, man, if I were on the panel I'd be pissed at the implication that there is a need for some kind of culturally relevant halfway house for white readers.

I'd be like, whoa, what's so freaky over here that white folks can't open a browser and read us without taking a trip past black-light over at the bus blog first?

My second instinct was--Tony's right on the money. That IS happening. In the context of expanding the diversity of who we read, the bus blog has become a well-traveled stop on the route to expanded diversity, especially among a-listers and the buzznet base.

A light-complected black man who has lived, by his own admission, in mostly white communities all of his life, Tony embraces his roots without apologizing for his preferences. Good for him.

Why this fascinates me is that I also get a lot of mail when I write on race, ethnicity, and diversity (i.e. the need for more) in the blogosphere. Most of my comments on those topics come from white readers (while most of the links come from black bloggers).

In some way, by virtue of being a white (not counting the Sicilian -- ha!) woman in a mixed marriage of 20 years raising a multi-racial daughter, I'm another one of those nodes on the diversity net -- different from Tony but also not quite here or there, similar but a different variety of liaison -- on pathways that run along the black-white blog spectrum.

Why this MATTERS to me is Jenna. First, foremost, and everyplace in between, I'm a mom who is raising a woman-to-be, and she will be a woman of color. Every relationship she has, her marriage, and the next generation will have a racial identity that is mixed. And at once, that has always astounded me in its complexity while it has moved me in its simplicity.

So here's what it all comes down to: One day I can shut up. One day I won't need to challenge and share and provoke new thinking and new attitudes on how we handle -- maybe even embrace? -- diversity in the blogworld. One day I won't have to ask "How white is your blogroll?" and have folks pretend that they don't know.

I'll be able to be quiet NOT because I think things will ever be "all better," but because I hope that one day my daughter will be here too, and she can pick up the discussion, bringing a new authenticity, HER OWN, shaped by all the things she still has to go through, by her extra-ethnic identity, by her identity as a woman of color, by who she is period.

That's when I can retire from this topic. Not until.

I worked with a black woman about 10 years ago who told me that her son would never marry a white woman because she wouldn't have a white woman raising her grandchildren. That same woman said she was surprised after knowing me for several months to find out how smart I was, because every white woman she knew who was married to a black man was either an airhead or a drug addict.

I worked with a white woman about 15 years ago who said it wouldn't be fair for me to have a child in a mixed marriage, that the children suffer so, they are never at home, they don't belong -- that she didn't think it should even be legal.

These were real world people--there are others like them I've met along the way.

I hope for more from the online world because this is the place that many of us have come to with a goal of understanding our world and one another better. It may not happen. We may fail here. We may get back up and keep trying too.

And if I can be a watering hole as people wander through the web of diversity, offer a cool drink, some food for thought, and a kick in the ass, then I can't think of a better thing to be doing.


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BWB footage - great stuff

If you weren't there, watch the blogging while black revisited panel in action like I am right now.

March 16, 2006

The Panel We Had to Miss

I'm so thankful to find this transcript of the Blogging While Black Panel at SXSW. It was directly after our panel (same room, SO glad because we got to say hi to folks), and our baby sitter had to be out of our hotel by 5 for an appointment, so we missed it. That was the one panel we really wanted to hit besides Cluetrain. George was so disappointed and so was I.

I love what I read here. From George Kelly being the original negro, to the "well-spoken" lady having been back in attendance, to Tiffany Brown's hate mail and faq experience. Check out George K's quote about turning the melding of blogging and identity into an out-of-browser experience.

So many smart things were shared. Glad we have this transcript from badgerbag.


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You Piece of Crap Republicans

Have Ruined This Country for Generations.

Thanks for screwing up my kid's future. You reckless bunch of selfish, privileged, war mongering, sons of bitches.


Manufactured terror and manufactured spending is all you know.

Save the excuses. We heard them several trillion dollars ago. Along with the lies.


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EFF, Creative Commons Party - SXSW

Of all the venues--from the conference center to head hunters club--I liked the Elk's Lodge the best. It was one of those typical club lodges, a big old structure with all of these rooms, room after room, like the kind I find myself wandering through in my dreams, and a big deck on the roof of the first floor with sturdy railings. High ceilings. Old linoleum. Non-slip rubber on the stairs. No frills. Solid cement walls. Corny paneling in places. Practical Berber carpet. Nuclear-blast proof, basically.

It was not fancy or chic or trendy or hip. It was just right.

Once you go blog, you never go back.

Just emailed this headline to a far away blog friend who is considering unblogging or some such variation on our theme. Call it what you want. All of you folks who say blogging is over know it as well as I do. Once you go blog, you never go back. Stop the swan songs. Spread your wings instead.


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Lynch Mob? Security!

There sure is a lot of invoking of words like mob and "lynch mob" today. Please. Please guys.

There is no one being lynched in this latest legal battle (and ongoing RSS scuffle) surrounding your friend -- a battle that's been brewing for months (years?) now? If it has brought out the worst in the blogosphere as you say, then it has brought out the worst in your friend too. I'd argue over the chicken and the egg, but that seems pointless. Something that doesn't seem pointless is to point out that sometimes a friend's job is to stop enabling.

On a personal note, I think you ought to watch the hyperbole, especially in the frequent tossing about of terms like "lynch mob." No innocent party is being hung from a tree, pants down around the ankles, genitals cut off. No body's being dragged behind a pickup truck. Mostly this battle is taking place across comment fields online, and in law offices, PCs, living rooms, and even a million dollar home or two offline.

I don't think a lynch mob could get through security.

This is technology--it's one itty bitty part of the world. And it's funny how sometimes the people (dare I say men?) who invoke such imagery serve to make themselves and this space seem a tad bit more important than it is in doing so.

Drama? How about we go back to WRITING. Remember what that was like?

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You Only Think You Can Quit.

I've read too many people writing about quitting blogging lately. Quitting is the new black. I liked the old black better. (The old black was blogging vs. journalism.)

Although I can understand that it's time for Daves Winer to move on to things less stressful and enjoy his retirement years -- once he gets that extra $5K from Rogers -- the rest of you better fucking cut it out.

You're not going anywhere. You may take a break. You may go into comment-only mode. You may zap your aggregators and blogolls, even roll up your posts, but you KNOW you are not going to delete your blog, sell your domain, and disappear forever.

So just cut. it. out.

I know the sadness over what has changed; I share it. Used to be if someone disappeared for a week, the emails started flying and by week's end one of us would be on the phone or ready to fly out to east bumfuck to bring aid to our comrade in arms. Every now and then we still get together to bail someone out of trouble. But it's different.

It's not like it was when it was just us. Crap crap crap it's not like that anymore. I might not even know you're gone for a few weeks--and I might only know because your feed stays ghosted longer than usual. I'll wait patiently. I know you'll bold back up again soon. I don't call in the Mounties. I might still pick up the phone. I don't know. Depends on what's up in 23,000 other places.

And that sucks.

What has changed?

Everything.

Every little thing has changed. And yet, the familiarity, the patterns, the cadence we've created together here--I know you won't leave forever because you can't. You can't because you did it once and then again.

RageBoy gave me one bit of advice way back in 02. Never throw in the towel completely. Longevity counts. He turned out to be right. Again.

It all comes forward.

David was right too--we really have written ourselves into existence. And now what? This last week of meeting folks I've known for five years, touching shirt collars and napes of necks--we exist. I am here to tell you, we exist. We exist!!!

What we were trying to escape, it's here. You see? It's you. It's me.

It's knowing that we're stuck with ourselves.

It's not even so bad. It's not so bad. Tony is 100-percent cotton, Nancy's eyes are kinder than I knew. I still hear Doc's cough. Tish's laugh is infectious.

They can't go anywhere. You see?

Neither can you.

You can't go anywhere. Because you're already there.


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SXSW - The Darkchild Remix

Where the hell were you guys hanging out? Because DAMN it was good to see some of you who were set to hit the stage after we finished. We had a baby-sitter issue (5 p.m. sharp deadline) and missed BWB. That was George's biggest frustration of the trip. Next year...
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Seattle Can't Support Its Orchestra? That's Sad.

Certainly there are corporations and individuals there of some, shall we say, means. But the orchestra is bankrupt? Real nice.


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Guess Who Came to Lunch

Winding up a whirlwind week of blogger touching (okay I'm a little embarrassed by the physical urge I've had to poke people), I got the chance to meet, greet, hug, feed, and chat with Michael O'Connor Clarke and his wonderful family on their way through Atlanta to Disney World today. I just waved goodbye and watched their red van head down the road.

Jenna and the kids hit it right off and had a ball playing "that car matt thing" (MOCC's description) in Jenna's room, and basketball outside. Ask Michael about Jenna's hoop-playing prowess. ;-)

His children are wonderful, his wife is a doll, and what a thrill to finally meet one of my true blog brothers from way back. I left the camera in Austin with George, so you'll have to wait for the O'Connor Clarkes to make it back to the North Country for pix.

Funny thing really--how many years Michael and I have been talking, blogging, writing -- both of us during our time in blogland separating from very big PR firms to newer, smaller, cooler ventures. He has been incredibly supportive to me and my family during this past year of my pseudo-business-partnership-that-wasn't, and during and my separation from that situation.

And today I got to poke him in the arm, slug him, push him around, and make him laugh. I got to touch  his children's hair, hear their voices. Jenna got to give a bear to the kids for the rest of their journey. They brought her a beautiful craft project. Jenna asks, "When can we see them again!?"

I remember when Ruairi was born, and the scare they went through right after. That was more than three years ago. Today I got to smell him and lift him up and take his socks off and roll them into a ball and give him a brownie.

If there is nothing else I get out of blogging, today makes the last five years more than worth it.


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Pre-Panel Chit Chat

I'm so 12

This is one half of the audience from our Bloggers in Love panel at sxsw. Yes, I took pictures from the stage. I'm so 12 years old.

This one was at the very beginning, and Ms. Betsy Devine (YAY I FINALLY MET HER) there in the front row was overcome with exitement and anticipation for the panel that was to come.

I took other pics from the stage. I'm still sorting through the mass of pics.

Hi Betsy! Betsy told me after the panel that I was the first blogger ever to link to her -- that was way back when. I'm so glad I did. I remember finding Betsy and being blown away. It never surprised me that folks gobbled up her smarts and wit. Meeting her was very very cool.

More another day.

an oldie but a goodie

Brando at One Child Left Behind brings back the old ready.gov standard. There are some good ones here. Have a morning giggle. Dig the 'kevin federline's music' symbol. heh.


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Hug Henry, Take a Survey

I got the chance to meet Henry Copeland at SXSW, hug him even. Also saw him on the cluetrain panel. Henry's a smart cookie. If you're a mom, you know about cookies. So take the Blogads Mom's survey. It takes less time than baking cookies, and tastes great too!


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Frank's Been....

....blogging his ass off while we were away.


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While You Were Out...

I think I'm confused.

Did someone clone dave winer while we were at SXSW? Because apparently there are two now. Is one really quitting blogging? If so, has the other one gotten the first one's user name and password, because the posts keep coming? Is there a term in the DSM IV for this kind of "duality"? And which Dave Winer is suing Rogers Cadenhead?

Dave Sifry may want to re-evaluate. The state of the blogosphere is actually pretty fucking weird.


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March 15, 2006

conference as physical aggregator

It's all relative.

It occurred to me at SXSW how far technology-related analogies have become the default for me. This was especially apparent when we were at a party with so many of the men and women I'd been wanting to meet for so long, with so many amazing people there (and so many not there), that the party was like a physical aggregator.

The bolded people were there and I was so excited to see that there was something new for me, but then there were those ghosted links, the ones with no new posts, who weren't sitting across the table from me watching me guzzle diet coke or ice water while I wished I was smoking but didn't. The ghosted folks couldn't hear me talk about HOLY SHIT THEY WERE GIVING AWAY AMERICAN SPIRITS outside the conference center at the third-floor smoking lounge, and do you know that was my $4-a-pack brand for YEARS up to the day I quit, and how often do you walk into a conference where there is a booth giving them to you free? What did someone write ahead and tell them? But no, I didn't do it.

My ghosted friends missed that.

And I missed you all.


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Me? Reckless?

From Lorelle on my exploration of context-based tagging:

What do you think of that? It made me a little ill, and confused, but then I realized that for this blogger, blogging is a pure emotional release and tagging is just one more way to express emotion.

and

While there are a few in there that make sense, what about the other ones? The one word tags related to her post content about tagging with emotions. The rest have NOTHING to do with the content. Sure, maybe the content of the overall site, but not the post itself. I believe she thinks of these as tagging easter eggs.

and

This is a very good point because it puts a human face back onto the process. Unfortunately, it also doesn’t work. Look at her tag she’s nuts. There is only one post, hers. How do you connect with others if there are no other posts in your tag category? Clearly, not a hot tag topic.

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Okay. This kind of thing makes me hanker for the blog days of old where I could simply say: you're out of your mind; who died and made you god of tags?

But civility is the new black, and bloggers are the new civil, so I'll try to keep my thoughts on this post within the parameters of accepted online discourse.

AS IF.

Excuse me, but one person's "reckless" use of technology is another's innovation. To put it a different way, no one ever came up with something new by following all of the rules, honey.

Allow me take these three points one by one -- I'll try to explain what's wrong with them:

1) Blogging is not a "pure emotional release" for me. Blogging is not pure, you see. It's a messy, dirty, sweaty activity when done right. Slather and lather. And some funk too.

If you read me, you'll see what you see in every good blogger: TEXTURE.

Textures are important in all human communication. The opposite of textured prose is monotone, lifeless, flat prose. So too with technology. While Web 2.0 is an unfolding of so many beautiful species of life, each blossom unique and tremendous on its own, mashups help us go beyond, become more than, create something other than, achieve texture. Mashups are proof that the world is not black and white, either or, this or that, yours or ours. It's ours AND yours. It's this AND that.

In fact the best thing about online publishing is that it is not either or, but both and. Same with my blog, thanks for asking.

2) "The rest have nothing to do with CONTENT": Good! My content has to do with content, and you might know that the word itself is a bit of a sore subject around these parts. Or, you might not. As for believing that I see tags as easter eggs? I'm not even sure how to answer that. Easter eggs? Hop?

3) As for the "she's nuts" tag, assuming that because I am the FIRST to use the tag that I will be the last is short sighted. Someone will always tag first. If I'm the first tagger for 3440 terms, all the better. Good for me. Remember me when I'm gone. Ha! It doesn't mean that no one will ever write about someone who's one quarter short of a gumball and be glad to find me waiting there.

The biggest misperception of this post regarding my take on tagging is that I'm advocating one way of tagging. I'm not--I want more. I WANT a way to tag contextually. And if that takes a separate search/tag tool, then shut up and build me one. Otherwise, I'll do it with what I've got. Either way works for me. I'm not sorry if it doesn't work for you.

When Technorati first launched, I blogged about wanting a way to find blogs based on their emotional context, not just topical content. I'll look for the post to see if I can find it, but I think I made it in comments. If it was your blog, let me know. I'd like to find it.


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Our Esteemed Bloggers & Love Moderators

Let me tell you that Lisa Williams runs a smooth show, and Julie Leung is also a class act. Both made sure the panel ran smoothly and that everyone felt at home. Of course, with the never-shy Chris and Ponzi on the panel, and Lisa and Marc in the audience, among others, how could there NOT be a fodder for a great story--and a great time!?

Another panel pic here.

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this is the one...

that proves you do start to look alike after 22 years... Wait til summer when i get a tan.
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Bloggers in Love

Thanks to All About George Kelly for capturing some panel pictures. Now know for sure that we really did make it. The panel was a blast. Made so by great questions from Lisa and the participants in the chairs.
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Hop on the Qutrain.

We spread the Qumana love throughout SXSW. Again, these great folks helped us get there--something we couldn't have done on our own while still maintaining the homestead. Jon and company were with us in spirit. And we've got the pix to prove it!

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What a Moment!

George and I with the great Shakespierce of busblog. Tooo cool.

Great party hosted by Buzznet, Blogads and others. Hot as hell that night. This is me with a glass of ICE WATER wishing I was 22 and still smoked and drank like a college senior.

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Jenna Builds Lego City at SXSW

Jenna had an AWESOME time at the lego playland SXSW had set up at the conference center. I took pictures while she grew her Lego creation from a couple of pieces to a city over the course of three hours. Halley stopped by to lend a helping hand, a few yucks, some cool creations of her own, and kid-sitting relief while I got to go get my very late second cup of coffee of the day and an SXSW t-shirt. Thanks Halley!!

Press play on the story album to watch Jenna's Austin Legoland grow. Or check out the album view here.


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March 14, 2006

Ready to Fly Away Home

I'm going to miss it here. I got a chance to meet and knock heads with some VERY cool people, from Austin and from all points outward. Bloggers and Not. Best of all, people I've known for years but never met.

More when we get back. George is staying for the music fest, but Jenna has to get back to school, and I have to get back to work. Enjoy these great folks in the mean time:

I was at the cluetrain panel when doc said this

...which he framed prior, see, i know a good line when i hear it, and so i go look for it, and all day i've been saying to people, "It's like Doc says, you will make money from your blog before you will make money with it, but then I'm all like, "No, wait, i got the preposition wrong... that's not what he said--so wtf he say? Where are all the live bloggers w/ this information?" and then I'd tell the next persion, tryng again, using with, from, through -- no no no.

Then thank God with Extra Jesus Doc has a post with the accurate quote, which comes from Doc's chapter in a book on Open Source -- a quote that thankfully answers the ANNOYING question we get: so, how do you make money with a blog?

THIS is the anti-business-model-blogging-question-and-answer you must memorize.

Take it away Doc, with the right preposition that I won't soon forget, BECAUSE:

It will eventually become clear to everybody that there is far more money being made because of open source than with open source. This is what we have to remember every time somebody asks, "How can you make money with (open source product)?" The answer is, "You don't make money with it. You make money because of it."
Did I mention that Doc is every bit the nice, astoundingly warm, smart, and great guy I always knew he was?

Yep, he is.

What a time to be alive.

george says we are REALLY starting to look the same

Thanks George Kelly for capturing one of our pensive moments on the bloggers n' love panel.


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March 13, 2006

OMG people i got to hug & or shake

SXSW Hug/Shake/WaveRoll

Links are coming as soon as i can see strait.

DOC

Karsh
Liza Sabater
Roxanne Cooper
Robert Scoble
Halley Suitt
Henry Copeland
Tony Pierce
Julie Leung
Lisa Williams
Ponzi
Chris Pirillo
George Kelley
EJ Flavors
J. Brotherlove
Grace Davis
Elisa Camahort
Jory Des Jardins
Betsy Devine
Tara Hunt
Marc Canter
Lisa Canter
Liz Henry
Tish Grier
John Lebkowsky
Ralph Brandi
Dooce
Elaine Nelson

Sighting:
Joi Ito


PLEASE PLEASE tell me who i forgot--if i hugged or waved to you or shook your hand it's not that i meant to not list you above; it's my four hours of sleep in the last 30 something hrs... i apologize in advance. I'll add links. o please remind me. o i'm so tired. i loved the panel it was way way fun.

tony pierce liked that i named him shakespierce.

that made it worth the trip.

more soon as i can think/type.

i have pics to prove we actually made it here.

key observations: we're old. but we're not dead yet.


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March 12, 2006

hey wow left home 13 hours ago

went to jenna's award ceremony, dinner, to the airport, fought with stupid stupid delta ticket counter women, lost, george's bass went underneath, never good, never had to do that, always coat closet, not with these bitches, flew flew, landed, where's bass, waited, oversize luggage, got it, got car, got lost, found hotel, checked in, he's out parking rental car it's 4 am our time and holy crap we have to make sense tomorrow?

haven't seen a bat yet. it's late tho.

here coesmes george but no pizza in his hand i love him anyway.

me

March 10, 2006

Huge News!!!!

Google Buys Blogger!!!

oh. wait.

OH.

Never mind. Silly me. I guess that was some other web publishing tool used to process words.

Man, I sure wish Google would buy Blogger one day. Whoa--that would be so cool. They'd be able to invest in making Blogger great, not just easy. Add some new features. Infrastructure. Personalization stuff.

Man, if Google bought Blogger that would be SO COOL!

Here's hoping.


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Read Wally While I'm Gone

Let me know what happens down at the plant.


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Can you believe no one had bought Mom2.Org ?

Until me?

Ladies, it would be the perfect spot for the wired mom to connect = share, speak, grow, eh?

Has anyone done a first round of funding from a blog post before? Well, step up step up. I have a proven track record with women's team sites. ;-)


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Unworthy Traveler

Packing and traveling confound me. I don't get it. People who do it all the time are like a different species from my house-dweller variety.

It's a good thing I wasn't born during the pioneer days. 1) I'd be dead from my fibroids that nearly killed me 8 years ago. 2) I'd have never made it past the first blade of grass on the wagon train moving west because I'd completely fail the preparation thing and likely be beaten to death near the river bank by a hoard of pioneer women thinking it best to put me out of my misery, and theirs.

I think I need everything. I generally berate myself upon arrival learning that I brought things that -- once viewed in hotel room light -- are completely NOT what I needed to bring. My feet hurt. Moving hurts. Thinking hurts.

Aside from all of that and the cotton-for-brain-matter day I've had so far, I think we'll be ready to fly by tomorrow.

Austin here we come! Thanks, QUMANA!


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Jennifer's on the mommyblog train--ALL ABOARD!

Great blogging restart by a former corpo-friend (still friend, no longer corpo) who has some GREAT tips for taking baby for his first photo session -- basically don't expect much in the way of cute smiles, and don't bother dressing them, because mostly they stare a lot and get so hot you have to strip them down to a diaper.

With all that said, What a CUTIE!

I first met our heroine and new mom blogger when she was about 8 months pregnant. She was working for one of our clients-at-the-time while I was toiling away at my former-never-really-a-partnership-joke's-on-me gig. I liked her right away. Smart. Funny. Hard worker. Deadline meeter. No BS. A real person.

And to make it better--she'd read my blog! She confessed at our second meeting in an aside that she blogged too, but hadn't been keeping up with it for some time. I told her, "Blog! Blog!."

Something witty like that. My standard cheer for bloggers.

So anyway, to make a long story short, we whipped together a pretty intensive 70? 80? 90? -page web site for the company in record time -- me doing most of the writing she doing the design and content management stuff . The site launch went great... was it the week before Christmas? Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Launch a Site Today... It went live just in time to meet the required deadline, for a trade show if I remember right. All the copy was there. The design looked great! Everyone was pleased. We did it! High Fives--nice job said the emails of congratulations.

The next day, she was laid off.

I found out the afternoon it happened. I found out later that they tried to jerk her out of her full severance. How's two weeks sound when you're just about to deliver a baby?

Nice, right? Holidays. Pregnant. Pretty good chance if that's you YOU ARE NOT going to get hired until after you have the baby and go through a respectable period of continuous lactation and baby-love. You get lots of time to think, you get COBRAs, you get lots of special things during your (what quickly becomes an unpaid) maternity leave.

But that's business. Layoffs happen. Two-week severances happen. Illness happens. Births and deaths happen. The bottom line marches on.

We had another project scheduled to begin with that client the next week. A meeting had been scheduled to kick it off. I was supposed to attend. For me it meant hours = $.

I decided to resign the account and handed it back over to my at-the-time business partner. I couldn't walk in there agreeing to tell a story about a brand that couldn't even tell itself the truth.

What I did is not what everyone should, would or could do. Under different circumstances, I might not have given up the work. Although, my circumstances at the time were pretty dire. So yeah, turning it down did have an impact financially. More than that, for me, it sealed the deal for my unpartnering that followed from the company I helped build.

That's why it's extra special cool to see that sweet baby's face. And to know that my friend is blogging again.

All I can say is, "Blog! Blog!"


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March 09, 2006

Trains, Planes and Bloggingmobiles

Something about a fast-moving train, Jon Husband in Toronto, Brian Moffatt behind the camera? work getting done, CBC, tall buildings, large moose, Space Needle! pretty day, cold day, coats, blinds and fast-moving trains again.

Train Blogging: A holiday built for 2.

I LIKE IT! I want to hear somebody's voice next time though, kay?


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Laptop Sleeve

It occurred to me the other day when the strap broke on my book bag, in which rested my precious Acer laptop, which in turn tumbled down the stairs to my "O" shaped mouth and audible gasp, that what I need is a neoprene laptop sleeve to slide this puppy into when I go go go someplace. I don't want any more of those bulky big leather cases with room for the kitchen sink and an economy-sized rental car. I want to be able to put my laptop in whatever I want to put it in and have it at least somewhat cushioned. Do they make neoprene sleeves for laptops? Protective sheathes? Notebook condoms? I'm taking my Acer to sxsw in a backpack. Usually I wrap a t-shirt around it and pretend everything will be fine. That's really dumb. I'd rather dress it up right and safe.


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i just wrote a great post about jenna and i lost it

i dunno what i did. been so tired. if you see it, let me know. i'm missing my post. it talked about how much i love her and the cool stuff she is doing. you would have loved that post. what did i do? i have to get more sleep. honk if you're going to austin.


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late night ideas then better thoughts

i could pepper some serious alfredo pasta with the ideas I have at night these days. (hee hee--at night, these days). oh wait, i just got on here to tell you about one and my god it's gone just like that. right in the middle of tickling my own funny bone about "at night" "these days." what the hell. let me tell you about the coolest kid I've ever met. Mine. She is just so awesome i love her so much.

this week the school had an art show where they trick you into paying $30 for a framed deliverable which is your own child's artwork that your tax dollars already went to support the making of, sold back to you at 3,000 times what you already paid. And you're glad to do it because she painted this beautiful picture called "The Family Table" and it has me and jenna and her daddy all around a table, and it's just so right because on each plate, as she explains, is steak, mashed potatoes and peas--"Is that not the BEST dinner mama?" "OH YES, JENNA!" and I say to her, hey I'm not brown I'm peach why did you paint me brown, and she said "NO mama, you're that one," and damn she's right, I thought she was me and I was her. Nope. The other way. She used to always put herself in the middle of every picture between George and I. This time I was in the middle. I assumed I was her because of her placement, but couldn't figure out why she was peach and I was brown. Never occurred to me that she swapped us at the dinner table. i thought oh man this is a step on the journey to being separate from us which i know has to happen once I hit 110.

Her plate was biggest. Go Jenna. We are all smiling and she always has papa's locks sticking straight up, except for tonight in a card she drew, she made them finally lay down on his head and we all laughed--HAHA you finally drew papas locks laying down--they get to rest!

So I love "The Family Table," and THAT alone was cool, but to make it cooler, today we got to go to the Pulitzer Prize awards where one child from each grade and class - K, 2, and 4 today - was selected to read their writing at a special breakfast honoring their work. They were chosen because of the hard work and good job they do in writing.

HA! GUESS WHO? Yes bright and early george and i got to go to a donut and orange juice Pulitzer Prize breakfast (don't tell the trademark police) and hear that sweet voice that we made come out of my belly read her story about her tooth, all about pulp and roots and decay and gums and plaque. It was just amazing. She shone. She got right up there and said her stuff in a strong and steady voice like a baby luther vandross einstein and i was all teary eyed. and she got a certificate. we told her Jenna we are so proud of you every day every day, and these days are just extra special and you did so well!!!

she said, boy i was nervous and i said you sure didn't look nervous i could have never done that when I was in second grade and you did it.

and now she's signed up for the talent show where she wants to sing, but first she's thinking of selling her electric guitar for $70.

Not a penny less.

she rocks my world.


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March 08, 2006

The Passion Economy

I've been snooping around reading stuff about second life (see last post) while being careful not to fall into it. Because I could see it easily becoming my first life. It looks a lot more interesting than cleaning hamster cages, if you know what I mean.

When I read the stat that says "If Second Life had to pay programmers to replicate all of that content development it would cost $400 million a year," I thought about a chat Michael O'CC and I were having the other day/eve wherein I realized that I've created well over 32,000 separate pages on allied since 2001, and yes, some of them are short; however some of them are brilliant enough to be business models; and still other are works of art and poetry, so let's average it out to a by-the-page rate I might charge an average client for brochure copy, which winds up, almost always, being somewhere around $1,000 a page by the time all is said and done.

Extrapolate that out to my own First Life (i.e. blogging) statistic, and you could say, "If allied had to pay its author to write all that content from scratch, it would cost $3,200,000."

Ladies and gentleman, you are looking at a $3 million piece of virtual real estate right here, and most days the toilet doesn't stop running after you flush.

You have GOT to love the net.


ADDENDUM:

I am bad at math.

Here's the thing, the 32,000 pages spidered that I talk about above MUST include pages linked to mine, so the Webbed Value of this blog is $3 million, according to my calculations. BUT I've only created 3,300 posts on this blog (according to Blogger.com) over the last year, which, using my stated average per-page rate, means it would have cost $330,000 for me to have written all this stuff for a client. Which means, essentially, I should have made $66K per year for five years to write this blog at my freelance rate.

Not bad for a part-time job, but I think I'll hold out for the $3 million.... Links count. Some formula would have to combine the content creation value PLUS the link value.

Or we could just keep writing because we have to.

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March 07, 2006

Stats on Second Life

From the parallel universe of WTF, WTF?!

"Here are some stats I caught from one of the presentations today at ETech about the online game Second Life.  In the last 30 days the game has exhibited:



70,000 residents
240,000 items created
$6.5 million internal economy
75 million IMs
Players spend 25% of their time creating virtual objects



"If Second Life had to pay programmers to replicate all of that content development it would cost $400 million a year.  One thing created in the game is the Bingo-like game Tringo, which is now going to become an actual Game Boy title.  So what's virtual and what's real? And does it matter?"


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some people send me email that makes me cry

I got this in my inbox today, must have been someone who read me, must have known it's march, hard march, with no fluffy introduction, no saying "I'm so and so and your blog is great." No, I just open it and I read this only:

Jeannine, I dream of lilac-time
Your eyes, they beam in lilac-time,
Your winning smile, and cheeks blushing like the rose,
Yet all the while, You sigh when nobody knows,
Jeannine, my Queen of lilac time,
When I return, I'll make you mine,
For you and I, our love-dream can never die,
Jeannine, I dream of lilac-time.

lyric by: L. Wolfe Gilbert
music by: Nathaniel Shilkret


thank you.


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Danah Deconstructs MySpace

Holy Seminal Work, Batman. A great paper for someone like me who hasn't dabbled there but wants to know WTF the deal is about MySpace.

Thx to Scoble for pointerizing it out.


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This makes me unbelieveably sad.

For crying out loud. Literally.


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Acer Almost Erasure!

Acer makes the best laptop in the world. I knew that before today, because I LOVE my Acer, which Sheila Lennon hipped me to a couple of years ago.

That's why today, when I was standing at the top of the stairs ready to dash down the steps to a meeting, I was, well, uh, FUCKING HORRIFIED when the strap broke on my carry bag and I watched (should I say heard? smelled? are there enough senses to describe this?) my laptop tumble end to end down the wooden steps.

Me at the top.

Helpless.

Slomo--NOOOOO!

Kaboom she went onto the landing. Inside the bag. With the strap attached at one end, and coiled loose at the other a long way from where it once HUNG ONTO MY FUCKING SHOULDER. I hate you dumb canvas bag. I should have never trusted you with her. She's better than you.

Initial thoughts: Not now. Not in the middle of an annual report. Not right before SXSW. Not NOW. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I clomped down the stairs in my heels (which I don't wear enough to actually walk like a human being in) and picked it up, flew to the counter, opened the bag--okay, cd drive sticking out--OH MY look at all of these crumbs. CRUMBS. Years of snacks shook loose by the blow. I brushed them off. Hugged her. Held my breath.

I pressed the power button.

She booted right up.

SHE BOOTED RIGHT UP!!!

As far as I can tell, the only casualty is the CD drive--it won't stay shut anymore. Man, I hope that's all. It did something weird when I started it up an hour ago... looking for a hardware device. Maybe that's something to do with the CD drive being hosed.

I dunno.

All's well that ends with a post.

Wshew.

Sort of.

We'll see.


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March 05, 2006

if i were smoking and sxsw

If I hadn't blogged about it when I quit smoking 1 year and 8 months ago I wouldn't believe it has been that long. Someone go check my dates -- it can't be. Seems like only yesterday. Literally. Guess it's that one day at a time thing. It always seems like yesterday.

Or that one pound a day thing. There's THAT too. Damn.

I was thinking about smoking, or not smoking, and getting ready to go to SXSW and how much better (okay, in some ways) it would be if I were smoking because I'd have more energy, more creative, spunky, ideas would be flowing; I'd look better, have those extra nicotine-charged wits about me, and my nerves would be smoke-calmed. I'd be able to hang out with the comfort of my smokes once I got there, find the right conversation, and hit it off with all the other smokers--some of the best hang-out talks take place among the smoker cast-aways. How many cigarettes have I smoked over the phone with folks I'll finally get to meet? Hundreds. Now I meet them and I can't hang.

The thing is, the habit is too long gone to bother picking it back up for a special occasion. It wouldn't make sense. And I guess THIS IS THE POINT where I think I know I've beat it. When suddenly, out of nowhere, even though you would LIKE to, not smoking makes more sense than smoking.

It's a first for me.

So I suppose I should go with this little positive development and think about the GOOD parts of not being a smoker during this trip to Austin... Like:

No need to go buy a carton 'just in case,' and have three cigarettes before getting in the car for the long haul to the Atlanta airport. No need to huff two down on the walk to the terminal entrance knowing they're the last until landing time unless the gate happens to be on one of the couple concourses that have the Evil Smoking Lounges. No having to enter the Evil Smoking Lounge Leper Zone with all of the yellow people and furniture. No looking at the circle-with-the-line-through-it no-smoking sign onboard during takeoff and thinking, THANKS FOR REMINDING ME, ASSHOLE. No wishing the oxygen mask would drop so that there would be SOMETHING to inhale. No rushing to baggage claim when we land to hasten the trip outside where fresh air awaits the flick of my lighter. No standing outside of the car with Jenna bored inside while we do the smoking deed in front of her closed window. No ONLY reserving hotel rooms with balconies or motels with outside doors that make for easy smoking outside. No more runs to the gas station in strange towns wondering if they carry American Spirits. No smoke stink and yellow nails.

No more. I guess just plain no more.

July 4th will be 2 years gang. You were here when I stopped. Can you believe it?

I can't.


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Gone Batty for SXSW?

Okay Austin Dwellers, have the bats arrived yet?

Jenna is counting on this in a big way for SXSW. That's why we're staying on Congress Ave. Right near the bridge. They're supposed to fly in mid-march. Can't get much more mid-march than SXSW.

So tell me, Have You Seen 'Em?

Congress Avenue Bridge


Located about a mile south of the state capitol in Austin, this bridge offers one of the most picturesque spots in the world to view bat flights, especially during late summer. With a peak population of 1.5 million Mexican free-tailed bats, the Congress Avenue Bridge is home to the largest urban bat colony in North America.


For best viewing, bring a blanket and watch the bats from the Austin American-Statesman newspaper's Bat Observation Center, located on the south bank of Town Lake, east of the bridge; or watch from the lake on a boat tour by Capital Cruises or Lone Star River Boats. Additionally, the Shoreline Bar & Grill restaurant, Hyatt-Regency Austin hotel, and T.G.I. Friday's restaurant in the Radisson hotel on Town Lake all have outside decks for bat viewing. Bat flights can be witnessed from March to November. For emergence times, call the Bat Conservation International (BCI) Bat Hotline at (512) 416-5700, category 3636, for emergence times, or call BCI for more information at (512) 327-9721. BCI has "bat interpreters" available to answer questions Thursday through Sunday, 7:00 to 9:00pm, from June to August, at the Observation Center.



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Yo Mama

There is a comments' discussion at the great Anne Zelenka's debating whether it's okay to talk about Yo Mama wanting the path of least resistance when it comes to tech, or whether that's somehow ageist and/or sexist. Or something else.

If you're presenting at a conference and you want to say that you built something that your mom likes to use for x, y, and z reasons, then I say that's BULLY GOOD ON YOU. If you say, it's so easy even a mom could do it, well then you're stupid because you're implying that mom = the lowest common denominator, when in fact, it doesn't.

But I'm not okay being smacked down for talking bout mamas and what YOUR mama wants in technology. That's bullshit. There may not be a single TAG that describes all mothers, but there IS a tag CLOUD for motherhood. It has lots of words in it whose definitions are all over the map. BUT, many of these words and phrases have things in common. For example: really fucking busy.

If a woman says she was inspired to build a product because it makes life more comfortable for her dad who's up all night peeing because of his bad prostate, then I think she should talk about that too.

Personal experience of the honest variety enlivens boring conferences.

Bring it on and don't be afraid.


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T.0 - And, What I love about Canada

I love Canada.

There, I've said it. And I have good reason. 1) It's not the U.S.  2) I am working directly and indirectly with more Canadian companies now than I am U.S. companies, and for that honor, I am learning all the words to the Canadian National Anthem, one Jenna started singing six months ago for reasons I still do not understand. She only knows the first two lines, but when she gets excited, for some reason, she belts them out, wrongly. O Canada! The land that is my home!

I love her.

The truth is, I have a long history with Canada--at least the parts that are directly across from the great lakes of Ontario and Erie. Before the age of 15, I'd been to the Ex! (never expo) and been stopped by Canadian customs grateful that I'd buried my tampons in the deep recesses of my suitcase. I've done the wax museums, been up the needle, and George and I honeymooned in Toronto. My step-father has dual citizenship. I've been across the Rainbow Bridge more than a dozen times.

When I was a kid, you can ask my family if you don't believe me, there was one place I wanted to live beyond all others. Every time we went there I would beg--can't we buy a house here? It never occurred to me that there weren't many houses right across the border on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls where the glare from the neon signs of the wax museums and tourist shops NEVER dulled.

Talk about the city that never sleeps, I thought! The parking lots near the falls boasted license plates from around the country. They lit the falls up at night in the summer with blue, purple, yellow--a rainbow of lights. I believed this was the coolest place on earth.

Although I never got my wish of moving across the border, I'm still pretty sure I'd be happy working at the wax museums, staying up late and buying spoon rests and key chains from the tourist shops. Do we need much more than that in life?

Today, I look at Canada in a new way. First of all, I realize that it's Frigging Huge, a lot bigger than I thought when I'd try to glimpse an outline as I searched for a horizon across Lake Ontario.

Second, I realize that Canada boasts LOTS of pockets that are hotbeds for technology innovation -- west side and east side. Heck, they should start calling it Web 2.O Canada! Let Jenna make up the words.

Why? You'll have to ask the Canadians.

Having come from the land of a similar winter climate, I'll just say that one is challenged to come up with lots of new things and means of not going insane when you're stuck inside for 11 months out of the year with temperatures of 20-below. (I never did learn Celsius--sorry.) Makes for lots of computer time too.

For one Canadian's take on what's going on from a tech perspective, check out Albert's take on Toronto vs. the Valley, and what he says T.0, the Valley of the North, needs to do to take it up a notch.

P.S. Is the Frog Pond restaurant still there?

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March 04, 2006

Hello, Grief.

It's always strong this time of year, and I can't believe it's nearly here again. Already?

This past year has been one of tremendous grieving for what took place almost 40 years ago.

Delayed grief is the heaviest kind to carry. It sits heavy, moves little, comes only in unrecognizable fits of terror that can't be attributed to anything in particular.

Better late than never.

Okay.

Today tears came while I was driving. Whenever the enormity of it hits, it's fresh. So fresh. Five minutes fresh, not 38 years fresh.

I'll get it right, the remembering, a certain way of leaning, the movement of an arm, shake of a wrist, tilt of his head, the precise indent of the dimple on his chin. And each detail astounds me. I recoil and remember at once. Reminds the pain just how bad.

I find myself gasping, sucking in wind when the reminders come.

They are always unexpected, but once present, undeniable and familiar. Welcoming. It is that juxtaposition that makes delayed grief feel very much like madness.

But, he has movement now in my memories. Once, he only moved in my dreams. All of my memories were still photos.

His movement is another layer of my grieving.

With motion and dimension my own grieving moves.

It all comes forward.

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Could you be a bot?

why do so many women's marketing blogs read like they're written by bots? I could definitely program the "post populator" for a women's marketing blog bot. It would start and end with stating the obvious. ("It's rough for women in the boardroom out there today, so here are some tips to get your biz blogging toolbox stacked and stocked so you can nail that next meeting.")

Why am I picking on women's marketing blogs? Because I don't see the same trend of peppy-go-go-nice-substance-light puffery in many of the male-written marketing blogs. I see debate, disagreement, and intelligent challenge. And I see a lot of between-men linking.

Are we still playing nice and playing it safe? Why do I sense a replication of the worst of office politics?

I'd rather read a conversation that breaks new thought ground with hard-fought opinion than zzzzz through another post that puffs up your google rankings, my female cohorts.

With a lot of the women-written marketing blogs its all cheers, good hair, new age success talk, rah rah, white wine -- it's like martha stewart on splenda. All the sugar none of the risk.

I don't get it. I want' you to risk something. Please. Do something NEW with your next post.


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i feel like trashing my feeds

170 channels and nothing good on.


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March 03, 2006

Pitch Masters--Live Blogging from the Local Coffee Shop

I'm sitting here at the local free-wifi coffee shop, office De Jour, and have happened in at a time when the local business association is having a meeting of some sort. Looks to be about 35 people, from chiropractors to Mary Kay consultants to cleaning services to insurance people.

Doc Eaton sounds really smart--Reminder to self: check out their wellness classes.

Next is a guy who makes signs and banners. He's looking to hook up with builders. Insurance for the self-employed from the guy who tore his rotator cuff and can't do chiropractic right now.

Mike O'Dette's here, he's with a business coach--which is a fancy way of saying "I sell me." If you're looking to move to the next level with creativity, ingenuity, and the standard process of getting to the nitty gritty of your business, see me.

Ooo here's an Allstate insurance rep talking about how to retain employees through benefits. HAHAHA  HAAA! (Glazed looks).

Doc Johnson (any relation to Doc Searls?) is here representin' home remodeling. W00t!

Holy crap--another chiropractor. There are like 7 alternative healthcare folks in a crowd of 30. This guy says MDs don't need to be here. We do. We take time to appreciate people. Said thanks to Doc Eaton for fixing his shoulder over the weekend. I guess a chiropractor can't adjust his own injured shoulder--has to rely on friends. Wow, bloggers should get along this well.

The next guy is a little bit freaky. He's talking about customer service and he just said:

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I don't sell anything
Here's what I do...

He's got something to do with computers. I can't quite figure out what. Something about Voice + Face. He's going to Dallas next week to install a voice, data, Internet, long distance service. Whoa.

College Funding Solutions--works with parents of pre-college kids to do late-stage planning of how the hell to afford to send kids to college.

I liked the Mary Kay consultant wrapped up her pitch: How old you are is your business; how old you look is mine.  Damn. I ought to hang out here more often.


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Read her i love her

Too many good posts to pick so just go read and listen to La Vache Qui Lit.


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March 02, 2006

Today's Techcrunch has the word on BubbleShare's New ZOOM feature

THIS is one of my favorite new features on BubbleShare - the BubbleZoom, released today. I think we should use to see what Doc keeps at the bottom of his pool. And what Larry Lessig writes on white boards at conferences. Now I don't need glasses after all.  Zoom on. ;-)

Still Confused? Check out (or oooot as they say in Canada) about.com to see more on how to use BubbleShare.

Lucky find along the way: COOL! Ways to add categories to Blogger.com blogs.

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The Subtext of Tagging

I finally understand tagging, although I'm not sure I'm doing it right. For a couple of years now (or is it a couple of months--you know, internet time) I've read the taxonomy geeks talking about and using tags to classify what they are writing. And I kept trying to figure out how to do that, and why was it necessary if search engines would pick up my meanderings anyway?

Then I started noticing these "tag clouds" everywhere I looked, and I thought, WOW, that's a really cool way to find out -- visually -- what a site or page is about, at a wide glance, and to read about certain topics I'm interested in (marketing, parenting, tuna fish) and avoid those I'm not interested in (snowboarding, hunting, liver).

But since I've started using tags in Qumana, I find myself unable to ignore the urge to somehow subvert the intent of these tag things. I want to make people laugh, to surprise them, and so I like to tag posts so that they'll show up in a way that makes the "finder's" experience richer not in the usual way, but in the way that makes them go WTF?

Most of the time, I use tags to add context to what I've written. Not to classify it. Not to organize it. Not to plug it in among the topics that others are writing about. Tags have a place beyond taxonomies and classifications and categorization. They are a beautiful, wide-open opportunity to add subtext to your writing. To sew meaning into the fabric of someone else's reading experience.

I like to tag based on emotion, inference, subtleties, in a way that make tags PART of my post, not an afterthought way to plug them into Technorati and what everyone else is talking about. I want you to get to the bottom and look at my tags and laugh, or wonder, or say Ah HA! That's what she's pissed at, or that's what happened, or, I wonder what other people have written about those "rough-edged stones" that get caught in my tires.

Because that's really how we find each other--the each others that we can make meaning with going forward. We find each other in our humanness, not in our ability to mimic machines. We don't need to re-create search engine technology. We need to get real.

We find each other inside subtexts, not categories.


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March 01, 2006

This Isn't Bewitched

And I'm not Samantha Stevens, although I wouldn't mind looking like her or being able to do that cute little, "Welllll?"

So, here's the thing. Stop it.

Marketing and PR Consultants, stop presenting to internal corporate communications folks (AKA your clients) as if you know more than they do. Okay? You don't. And if you do know more about your discipline (in my experience, that's a 50/50 proposition) at least pretend to care about understanding your clients' business. The best way to achieve this: SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO THEM.

The days of sitting through a meeting only to go back to your offices and spend a week coming up with a four-page document while you charge clients for multiple brainstorm sessions where you get to chomp on M&Ms for four hours are officially OVER.

Your client may not know, but I KNOW what you're doing back at the office while you pretend you have little elves crafting gold from the supposed coal you've been handed. I know that you're working on projects for other clients. The ones who COMPLAIN louder.

See, your client is my client, and I know what you're up to.

Even if you don't get the net, you have to get the fact that the barriers to online  collaboration are falling, and this sets the tone for what happens offline too. I don't want to wait for you to go back to your offices and spend two weeks tossing together  our shared client's brand brew and then have you bring it to me to taste. I want to be throwing the salt and frog eyes in it with you. Otherwise, you aren't going to get it right. I promise you.

The old Darren Stevens High Stakes Boardroom Presentations are thankfully reserved for the BigCos whose culture depends upon being slow-moving. For small to mid-size businesses and savvy enterprises, the jig is up. You have to let your clients create with you. And to do that, you need to close your yap and HEAR them.

Esmeralda!


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That's Real Good AmeriKKKa

you manage to screw up what could have been a fine day for your favorite pastime by honoring some who are way overdue and getting it right for fucking once. But no.

Talk about the class war. AS IN america's got no...


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By the way

There's more than one kind of A--or eh?--list.


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Technorati Makes Up New Word! Go Buy Domain Now.

I'm pretty sure Favorited wasn't a word a few days ago. But it is today. Thanks Technorati! "Most Favorited" blogs are the blogs that have been, I guess, "Favorited" by more people than blogs that have been Favorited by fewer people.

WTF part of speech is this?

I am trying to think. I suppose it would come from the VERB Favorite (which favorite isn't), in that one can now "favorite" someone in the same way that they "heart" them, except with more link juice.

So, To Favorite is a verb in the blogosphere as of today, which means you can go around Favoriting up to 50 people, and from those Favorited by the most people, THE MOST FAVORITED list emerges.

Just linguistic fun and frolic in blogtopia.

Seriously. The domain is available. ;-)


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More Loss--Unfathomable

Dear Elana.


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In Sympathy

Joey's Dad.


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February 28, 2006

good writing tips from a veteran

Dana's got some great writing tips -- nicely arranged, all process-like -- for newbies  oldies alike. Check them out. Give them a spin. Twist and Shout. You will win. {That is an example of how Not To Write.}


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February 27, 2006

i wanna be a stupid girl

go, pink.


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IE Users...

Has my sidebar done that screwy thing where it gets knocked down and doesn't begin until after the page ends? please let me know. Seems fine in firefox, but maybe... i dunno.... something seems a miss in IE.  THANK YOU!


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When an Anglican Priest Says Flickr's Community Guidelines Suck...

okay, so he didn't exactly say the rude and non-lewd flickr community guidelines SUCK, but in so many words, yeah, he did. Soon Flickr will have entire religious orders urging relaxation of its New Triple-G Stringent Guidelines. The Vatican itself will be draping its ancient artwork lest they be terminated or struck by a door hitting them on the way out! Ludicrous!

AKMA deciphers it a bit more rationally (and tactfully?) here:

"Pointing to Flickr reminds me of the changes in their terms of service. Much as I like the people behind Flickr, I don’t in the least like the direction their application has taken in the past few months. While they justifiably need to protect their service against abuse (it’s not a bandwidth sink for banners or other page design elements, and they have to abide by others’ copyright laws), the ludic t-shirt phase of Flickr has passed, and the serious button-down shirt phase has arrived — pretty soon, Flickr will be wearing a power tie and fancy suit, and its early enthusiasts will have migrated elsewhere. I don’t assent to the premise that “sharing digitized photos” and “sharing other digitized images” constitutes a fundamental distinction in the value of the service (and if it were that important, it would not be overwhelmingly difficult to implement a “photo” on/off switch to guide searches). I don’t agree that Flickr needs to forbid “photos that include frontal nudity, genitalia or anything else that your bathing suit should cover” (that’s what their sensible “this might be offensive” button was meant to deal with). I don’t think that the recipe for enduring business success involves abandoning the spirit that made you popular."


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Friend, Take that Money and Put it Where Your Heart Is

I don't care what else you do today, but go read falling down is a gift by Moreena. Thanks Jessica for alerting me to this family with seriously ill Annika whose health insurance premium has hit the cap.

I'd like to see today be a day where we STOP wining about fame and RSS and Pods and Wikipedia and OPML, and instead go change someone's life.

"Annika keeps asking what has happened to the leaves on the trees. Her sense of time, at 5 years old, is not that well developed, but I'm getting the feeling that she understands she lost a considerable chunk of her life to unconsciousness in the PICU. I'm trying to remember if the trees actually did still have their leaves at home when we left home after her bleed mid-November. I'm thinking that, yes, at least some of them still did, in all their autumn glory. How strange this must have been for her, going to sleep months ago with a strong body and lots of regular-kid energy and then waking up on all sorts of perception-of-reality-altering drugs with a gaping hole in your tummy. And then, when the drugs are finally done and your tummy finally closed back up and you're allowed out of bed, to discover that the body you've always known has been replaced with one incapable of even carrying you over to the toilet on your own.

And, all the trees were bare."


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