A few blog authors I am associated - code named WARTAPEI - with have loosely begun to share some of what they have learned in small start-up business, and in web software development. If you have any questions about my part in the hand up project, the work in progress Contracting and IT, post here.
One of the failings of the web is the lack of a way to find the right information from throughout its vast expanse. Inevitably users rely on 100 or so familiar sites for the bulk of their activity despite the millions of sites and the ba-zillions of pages with information of varying degrees of integrity.
The challenge of organizing has been with us from early web days. In the mid-90's, there was the aggregating links page, either personal or authoritative. Related was the earlier but more transient web log like What's New - grandpappy of the blogs like this. When links pages ruled the earth, there were so few pages of value that persons created pages of links organized by a topical tree: newspapers, newspapers from Poland, newspapers from Poland in English. Other than when academic or uniquely topical, These were soon overwhelmed by the volume of sites and the need for those operating to pay their rent. Ads started being added and we were soon off to the web side of the
new bubble economy.
Have a go at anything you like at this thread.
While I think much bloggy news is useless, this is a very compelling story - and one without commercial application...except the guy now seems to have a job reporting to the UK newspaper The Guardian.
Instant Update: Ok - this may not be new news but here is his blog up and running again. Great inside view of Baghdad.
Some of you may know me. Few that do have missed the fact that I like all things ale. I say that specifically as I really have not taken to lagers, those johnny-come-latelies of the zymurgical - based on a yeast isolated only in the late 1830's which ferments at 50 F. It might as well be Koolaid in both its history and taste.
I have 27 beer books by the bedside table. This in now way makes me beer obsessed - others are all over that. Most of them relate to my suspended brewing life - recipe and style books. A few are more technical like the ever fascinating text The Biotechnology of Malting and Brewing by J.S. Hough. I have just picked up a dandy, hardcover copy of Michael Jackson's 1976 The English Pub.
I have had a worsening tooth ache since I started looking at blogs and discussions involving them. They way you'd read it, they are going to make us smarter, more productive, more in touch with those we love...no doubt funnier and better dancers, too.. Reminds me of two things - why shy teens drink and bubble economics.
We just lived through one of the biggest bubbles in recent times. Both excessive IT and management heroism in the 1990's promised a new economy where the old rules didn't matter. Trouble is... they do... and when we - the market - realized there was plenty enough power in the PC and network we had on the one hand and that paying managers their choice of ridiculous wages or ree-diculous wages on the other, Humpty Dumpty came a tumbling down around about April 2000. Still not able to put it back together again - because you never can. Some folks may have already forgotten the lesson.
...this pretty much sums it up.
It was a rough drive back from Owen Sound. Newmarket, Whitby and the 401 east stop around exit 462 all failed my goodly wife, the ever patient Ellen, in her quest for a Tim Horton's Iced Cappiccino available via her bank card. I thought it was only on PEI, home of the smallest fritter in the world, that Tim's took only cash. I apologize for those particular ill wishes, Mr. Murphy.
So in the name of efficiency, the 401 road stop was the site of a half hour line up to the Royal Bank cash machine before the half hour wait in the Tim's line up. The heat created thereby was not cooled by the frosty slurp.
Get into the 1990's Tim's.
I am used to resentment by Gen Xers such as me of Boomers. Boomers are the bosses who don't get it, the collapsers of their depression-kid parents' pension schemes for the sake of post M&A "rationalization", triumphailists who leave others to pick up the pieces, hippies turned neo-cons. Why wouldn't the bunch of them make you gag a wee bit now and then?
So I read section L of the Globe last Saturday, and there is Johanna Schneller, once workpal of my pal Brent [whose interview of Halifax's Melanie Doane of Friday afternoon on the occassion of her new album was great, by the way] slagging the younger pups, the Generation Y's, for having self-esteem...confidence. Just wacky.
Like the rich, they, these kids, are not like us. I used to gather the biologically post-punk boys down at silverorange once a month [in a scene that felt like an ad for Quacker Oatmeal] to field questions about the good old days of nuclear fear. It takes up a whole chapter of the book Gen X and pervades the slacker ideal. One of the big things that makes Johanna and me and the others who hit high school in time for both punk rock and the Ronnie and Leonid show is that we thought in the back of our minds that we were going to be arbitrarily fried by gamma rays any day. And that sucked.