Day: April 8, 2002








  • What's needed is an eProp option: to turn them off, to turn them on, to hide the numbers but not the ranking, to allow for comments but not for eProps, to allow for eProps but not for comments (for unabashed egotists and Ayn Rand fanatics), or maybe to allow for 1 eProp or 1 comment but not both. Any and every kind of mix and match you can imagine: eProp confusion! eProp hysteria! Start every *other* new user out with a 1000 eProps in their bank. Every time they get a comment, they loose an eProp. Every time they "get" an additional eProp, they really just get a random generated quote of the day for a comment. Allow us to donate the eProps we've collected to others. Start eProp factions, eProp gangs. Have a dynamic counter of the *total* eProps generated by all members. Strive and drive with undiminshed intent to increment that total. Divide that summation by the number of all members thus calculating an impersonal average which EVERYBODY gets! eProp utopia. eProptopia!


    Posted 1/3/2001 at 1:42 pm by notforprophet


    just another loony 2une :

  • Historical Precursors of  the Weblog


    Hand-passed Valentines.   The first genuine endeavor in mass graphical/verbal interactivity.  Give gobs out, get gobs back.  Exciting, but few ever did find true love that way.   Moreover, not electronic.


    Restroom Graffiti.  Offering both verbal and graphical variety in an encompassing environment, restroom stall graffiti often begged for interactivity.  Technologically-superior coating materials and effacing techniques, however, have rendered this art form nearly obsolete.


    Winky Dink and You.   TV’s first interactive show and a cartoon to boot! It played on CBS in the ‘50s.  To help Winky Dink, the hero, out of jams, kids were instructed to draw on the TV screen with the Winky Dink kit.  The kit, obtainable for fifty cents by mail,  was composed of a clear plastic sheet that would stick to the TV by static electricity and included a set of magic crayons.  If Winky Dink needed a ladder or a rope or a bridge, mysterious dots would appear on the screen, there would be a suitable pause, and most of the kids at home took the cue to connect the dots.  After the dots were dutifully connected, Winky Dink could continue with his high heroics—thanks, kids!  Of course, some kids lacked a Winky Dink kit and just drew on the TV screen while others would draw barriers and obstacles for Winky Dink, thus transforming him into a defiant superhero as he passed unfettered through them.


    Freenets.  Electronic bulletin board communities popular in the mid-80s.  Although DOS-based, you could dial-in to the service, login with a username and password, and even post on public kiosks.  The freenets featured community chat and expert areas where you could leave questions for a professional, say, an oncologist, and get answers posted in proximate time. 


    Homepage Guestbooks.  The true neanderthal precursor of the weblog.  Except it was always a separate applet tearing you away from the mainpage and thus erecting a barrier to immediacy.   Commenting on a blog is a lot like leaving a message in an electronic guestbook, except that the originating blogger’s most recent customized message replaces the “introduction message” of the guestbook.  If you can imagine a chronologically-linked series of guestbooks, the latest of which always “floats” to the top of the portal page of the author, then you just concocted a primitive weblog.


    What’s Next?  I’d love to be able to watch blogs stream at reading speed (customizable and intercessionary) down the screen.  These streaming blogs could consist of all the peeps you subscribe to and what they’ve written over the past day, or just a random input of community contributions, or precisely the Newly Updated list as it occurs (or a streaming sample thereof).  As you would read along, if you’d care to prop or comment, you’d only need to tap your mouse, or perhaps even just mouseover, to bring up a pop-up or a pop-aside comment box that would, of course, temporarily halt the stream.  Submit and let the stream continue.  Dip in again when the water seems enticing.


    Yep, weblogs, as we now know them, though they currently seem the endpoint and total fruition of technological online mass interaction, will someday just be another item in a list, an intermediate link in a chain, such as the one that I’ve devised above.  The only question that remains is whether the next step onward is one of gradual transition or a punctuated leap.

  • Blog-watching...Today:


    Just sitting, hitting refresh, watching the Newly Updated  update.  There was a time a little over a year ago, when you could check out the Newly Updated , recognize the names of at least half the bloggers, and sit in real time not just watching, but reading and commenting on every post as it arose.  Never again!  Here at 5 AM, I just watched a hundred posts hit the Xanga server and had a knowing recognition of 3 and a faint recognition of only 2 others.  A hundred posts at this early hour in about half an hour and 95% were unknown to me—and essentially unknowable unless I were to spend several hours just catching up with all of them.  And during those several hours, how many new posts would there be?  400?  500?  More?  And of those, how many known?  And if I were, in turn, to try to catch up with all of them...?


    No, it’s virtually impossible anymore to keep up with it all.  The frontier trail that was Xanga has vanished.  It’s now more akin to a large airport terminal with who going which way and what happening everywhere.  Yet it still remains fun at the airport terminal to occasionally run into somebody that you know.  And it always remains interesting, here and there, to tap into this strange energy that forever onwards towards an unstated destination flows.


    And One Year Ago...


    like a benign yet mounting alien invasion
    last night I sat with a cup of coffee
    and watched the astonishing influx
    of the second wave—the Angelfire arrivees!

    The thrill I got in greeting them
    was akin to watching the birthing of a baby
    or partaking man first landing on the moon
    I sat there nothing to them…
    yet they were a spectacle to me!

    so now a melting pot have we:
    Xanga like the promise of early America
    avails itself of all who journey forth
    as Bianca, our statue of liberty
    waves her torch!


    Statistically Speaking...


    If you take a random sample of larger than 30 from a fairly large population, you can infer about the population with a high probability of accuracy.  As an addendum here, I just visited 50 random sites using the random link on the Xanga portal page.  Of those 50,


    I recognized 3 names--6 % ! 
    Noticed that 20 had posted this weekend or today--40%
    Observed that 27 hadn't received any props or comments--54%
    12 had received 1 or 2 props/comments--24%
    11 had gotten more than 2 props/comments--22%


    My overall impression: the real Xanga taken at random is Unknown (and due to its immensity, Unknowable), largely Unpropped, yet Current.  


    Now don't forget: to love the one you're with

  • When I write, at the moment I write, I am solitary.
    Forever and always. No, no *family* can rein me in, no
    soul can ever know me a such. Yet...these comments as
    you afford assauge. And I know the times are
    a'changing.

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