Some entirely unrelated items of note:
- Stephen Metcalfe on rock snobbery. The article in turn inspired Belle Waring’s Crooked Timber post complaining about how the rock snob is always imagined as male, which of course turns into an orgy of rock-snobbery in the comments. I will admit in chagrin that my first thought on reading Metcalfe’s description of the true Rock Snob was not “too true” or “how apt,” but rather “The Mountain Goats covered ‘Dr. Wu’?”
- Yahoo! Maps new beta version: to quote the ever-useful Joe Keenan, it’s not an impersonation, it’s an homage.
- And this awful news from BoingBoing: Woman crashes into power station, killed by bees - which for me provoked far less awful memories of another space far less fatally taken over by bees at a certain editrix’s summer cottage. When we were awaiting the hordes summer before last, she put up a sign on the bee room that said “Keep Out!”
“Editrix,” I said, “if there was ever a sign guaranteed to get the people in this crowd to peek in, that would be it.”
“Well, what do you suggest?” she asked.
“How about ‘covered in bees’?” I said, doing my best Eddie Izzard. “Covered in beeees!”
Sadly, I spent the whole weekend giggling to myself about that, and I still do. But bees, clearly, no laughing matter. Editrix, you’re on notice.
links for 2005-11-04
Delicious ironies!
I discovered the private del.icio.us bookmarklet through my subscription to David’s del.icio.us feed, and then once I’d bookmarked it myself, I thought, I should blog this before del.icio.us posts the link to my blog. And I then I considered all the layers of public and private, of concealing and revealing, in the set of interactions that led up to that thought, and I had to go sit down with my head between my knees till I felt less faint.
All of this also reminds me of Terri’s post about Dodgeball, which I’ve been trying to write a response to ever since it was posted. The “ex-girlfriend problem” on Dodgeball — “the desire to list someone as a friend in the context of a social networking service, yet whose live appearance in a bar seems too close for comfort” — is a real-life analogue to the “I want to have a way to share my bookmarks, but not have to share all of them all the time” problem, with of course all the additional power that live interactions inherently have. Our social software doesn’t know how to parse these sorts of problems yet — as danah boyd memorably put it, most of this software relies on simplistic, even autistic models of rigidly controlled social categorization. Whether services like Dodgeball and del.icio.us can move into a more richly-articulated social model will, I think, be a lot of what determines their success beyond their early-adopter geek audience of today.
links for 2005-11-03
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JTS on the use of “literally” as an intensifier. Dig that Little Women snark, too.
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The head of design for the BBC News website discusses usability
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“American teenagers today are utilizing the interactive capabilities of the internet as they create and share their own media creations.”
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Suitably awed review of Friday’s show at the Bowery. As it happens, the guy who shouted “Jess Harvell says hi” was with us, and wasn’t Jess….
Hippos, dignified
I would be remiss if I didn’t blog this perfect example of how design can actually do good, rather than just look good: the Hippo Water Roller. It’s basically a sturdy water barrel with a push handle, but designed so cleverly that 200 pouds of water can be easily pushed by a child or old person.
What a tremendous asset to have in a place where fresh water is an hour-long walk away — and it’s humbling to be reminded that we live in a world where some people have the time and leisure to come up with concepts like the Hippo Water Roller, and some people would consider just having the Hippo Water Roller an unbelievable luxury. In fact, it’s the cost of the thing ($35), and of transporting them in bulk (a lot more), that is currently the problem. They should solicit individual donations as well as corporate ones — donate the cost of a single Hippo, and tell your friends…
ETA: Vicki tells me that individual donors should go to Operation Hunger. Which I shall. Thank you, Vicki!