Month: April 2002

  • guess what?


    ................chicken butt.

  • Once heard on the radio while driving off-road in an
    open-topped jeep while I was in Florence AZ on military
    maneuvers: 'It's midnight and 100 degrees.'

  • 3 ~~ The Third Great Trap of Xanga ~~ 3


     


    Another impression that one may come to warmly cuddle with after a short-term of blogging in Xanga is that the community that initially embraces you will endure.  In the short run, the initial familiarities seem perfectly resident.  No one much seems to go anywhere.  In fact, it becomes amazing to behold how regularly “all of us” keep coming back. 


     


    Don’t worry.  Relax.  If Xanga withstands, a community will, indeed, always give thee context.  But clearly, in the long run, it will not be the same blogging community that welcomed you out of the gate. 


     


    None of us are really “old-timers” here. Outside of the founders, i.e., John, marc, monsur, dan, et.al., the earliest hoard of us bloggers arrived here December 2000—only 1 ¼ years ago.  Yet even upon so short a baseline, active membership has radically changed.  Not only are a great many of the earliest most active and high-profile bloggers gone,  the influx of new bloggers is so intense that it’s easy to get lost.  Unless you drill regularly through your SIR (Sites I Read) list, and your subscribers through theirs, you can find yourself losing touch with some once-a-time blogging intimates as rapidly as a clique of “best buddies” going forth their separate ways into the endless summer from a high school senior graduating class.


     


    And as Xanga gets bigger, staying in touch with everyone will get harder.  Imagine a couple of years from now when Xanga membership is 50x its current (60K or 70K?) or around 3 million, you have 2 or 3 thousand subscribers, and your average blog is getting about 200 comments a day.  Without some sort of comment autoresponder (which would be abhorrently impersonal), how will you ever keep up reciprocally?


     


    In the long run, if all goes well, count on two things: growth and change.  The regular appearance of ever numerically-increasing newly-arising generations of bloggers.  And watching a good many of your steadfast very favorites like VeryModern just disappear.

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  • 2 ~~ The Second Great Trap of Xanga ~~ 2


     


    Things that count  in Xanga don’t count for much.  The number ( # ) of eProps, Comments, Subscriptions, Site Meter visitors, blogs that you’ve written,  times atop the Featured Content List,  #s, #s, etc.   Are you susceptible to amassing numbers?  Then Xanga will suck you in.


     


    Better to have written one brilliant post and received one equally brilliant comment than to become effusively entrained in the mediocrity of #s and even by #s do well.


     


    Oh, the things that count do count for something .  Just not much.  eProps, for instance, are a type of Fool’s Gold.  Fool’s Gold, the mineral, is a commodity worth something. There is a real economic market for it.  Pieces are almost always included in *sampler* rock collections just to contrast it with real gold.  There’s just not much a demand for it in relation to its supply.  Hence, it’s economic value is rather low.


     


    There’s an economic market for eProps, too.  A market that Xanga itself creates.  “Wait”, you say, “there’s no market—I can’t trade them in for anything!”  True.  But they can, by automated triggering, “buy” you positioning in the Featured Content list.  They can also “buy” you, in a murkier way,  a perception of popularity—a stab at becoming a “xangadu god”—in the estimation of some.  And to the extent that any blogger is motivated to write for a higher count of eProps ( a degree which can range from 0% to 100% ), there is an eProp cost: the opportunity of time spent which might otherwise have netted alternative value (this is the economic concept of *opportunity cost*).  So there is a potential cost and a potential return.  But, in my estimation, it isn’t much of a market.  Fool’s Gold “buys" Fool’s Goods.


     


    Hence, I have evaluated the potential return to me as unrewardingly low and have subsequently decided to opt-out, at least in one regard, of “spending” my eProps. 


     


    How so?  By posting multiple times a day. 


     


    I have discovered that *multiple posts* spread out throughout the night and day defuse the concentration of eProps sufficiently to keep any one  post rather low, if not off of, the Featured Content list.  I used to almost always be in the *Top Ten* of that list, sometimes even at the top.  But not recently—and I would imagine never again—not since I’ve embraced a strategy of staggered multiplicity.  And, the great thing is, since I’ve fallen off that list, I don’t even track it regularly anymore.  More freedom to me.  Amen.   Not that I should have even ever tracked it in the first place—it was, for me, one of these #s—one of these traps.  But since “my eProps” were thus being “spent”, the curiosity was irresistible.  Yet by opting-out of that market and discarding it as a concern, I now find I have the opportunity to focus my energy more rewardingly. 


     


    Not everyone falls into the Xanga #s trap.  For some, it’s pure fun.  Funny money all the way. Finding uncipherable intellectual, social, and creative rewards amidst the amusing trappings of the Xanga Glitter Game.  Laughing, or at least benefiting, whether they’re heading toward the Xanga Bank or the Xanga Poorhouse.  One word for all such who can avoid this trap altogether and reap a soulful harvest:  Hurray!

  • It's noon. Damn, the sun is shining!

  • 1 ~~ The First Great Trap of Xanga ~~ 1


    Xanga will drag you down if you start writing for *it* and for *it's audience* alone.  Don't write for Xanga--ever .  Don't even write for your *subscribers*--write for yourself, and the world, and beyond.


    The great thing is to last and get your work done, and see and hear and understand and write when there is something that you know and not before and not too damn much afterwards.


         Ernest Hemingway

    Write as if someday your words will be immortalized in some future Shakespeare's cosmically enwrapping cyber-play.  Above all, write gloriously for the Golden Eternity of you.


  •  

    Too out of control!

     

    Skip this and read below...

  • The Xanga Empire


     


    No, that’s a misnomer.  It should be the WebCrimson Empire as hosted by Xanga severs. 


     


    John Hiler is co-founder of WebCrimson, a software consulting firm based in Manhattan. WebCrimson does website consulting implementing its microCMS for clients like VC firms, book authors, non-profits, musicians, etc. John also helped build Xanga.com, one of the largest weblog community sites.


     


    That’s the blurb that John uses to introduce himself on www.microcontentnews.com which is described as “a CORANTE microblog” but which itself is hosted by the Xanga servers.


     


    Now, www.microcontentnews.com is a very interesting site.  I recommend it as cutting-edge reading on the blogging phenom and I truly value it’s marvelous links.  But back to the Empire…


     


    Yes, Xanga (the servers) is more than just us (the community).  Did you know that www.webcrimson.com is also a Xanga server site?  You probably do—if you remember back to 9/23/2001 when the XangaTeam proposed it as free trial.


     


    But did you know that the *Crimson Hosting* (at www.crimsonhosting.com ), you know, the banners that adorn the top of so many non-Premium Xanga blogs, is Xanga, too?


     


    We build websites


    During the day, I work with a small group of friends as part of a small web design and consulting shop.


    During the night - well to be honest, during a lot of the day, too - we spend our time building free blog apps (like bloglet.com), blog sites and webzines (like Microcontent News). We are all happily addicted to the world of weblogs. 


    --Marc



    And have you ever heard of bloglet (at www.bloglet.com ) ?  It’s an email notification system setup to work with Blogger and MovableType.  Courtesy of monsur.   Oh yes, and another resident in the house of Xanga!



    Are these guys busy or what?!



    Actually, Xanga servers claim IP addresses starting, according to my legal hacking scanner, at 208.215.143.2 and continuing until 208.215.143.30 .



    Here’s the actual breakdown:



    208.215.143.2 www.xanga.com
    208.215.143.3 purchase xanga URL
    208.215.143.4 Forbidden
    208.215.143.5 Forbidden
    208.215.143.6 xanga portal
    208.215.143.7 cannot find server
    208.215.143.8 cannot find server
    208.215.143.9 cannot find server
    208.215.143.10 www.webcrimson.com
    208.215.143.11 www.webcrimson.com
    208.215.143.12 “Nothing to see here”
    208.215.143.13 xanga portal
    208.215.143.14 www.crimsonhosting.com
    208.215.143.15 cannot find server
    208.215.143.16 cannot find server
    208.215.143.17 www.microcontentnews.com
    208.215.143.18 www.bloglet.com
    208.215.143.19 xanga portal
    208.215.143.20 cannot find server
    208.215.143.21 xanga portal
    208.215.143.22 xanga portal
    208.215.143.23 xanga database
    208.215.143.24 xanga portal
    208.215.143.25 xanga portal
    208.215.143.26 xanga portal
    208.215.143.27 cannot find server
    208.215.143.28 cannot find server
    208.215.143.29 cannot find server
    208.215.143.30 xanga database



    There we have it: the Xangaweb as best as I could determine.  Do Xanga Premium subscriptions’ money and donations go to support any of the other entities?  We hope not.  Do any of the other entities financially support Xanga?  Selfishly, we hope so.  In any case, good luck WebCrimson Empire, sailing on the Xanga boat.

  • What could be more natural than climbing a tree?


    Can you remember when?  Have you climbed one lately?


    Yet upon strolling to work today along the downtown avenues, I considered the trees and reckoned that none have been climbed by anyone lately.  I wonder if the trees wonder: *what the fuck?*  *what kind of tree-hell is this that no one stops to climb up even just one of us?*


    But if I would climb, the police would come.  I'd surely be apprehended, not so much because it's a crime, but undoubtedly because they'd think I'm nuts.


    Yet what could be more natural
    In the new wash of Spring
    Than to climb a tree
    And take ease in the breeze
    And imagine new wings
    To just swing and to sing?!

  • *blog composed on the run*


    now I'm feeling good.  and wouldn't trade in life with anyone.
    going to quit drinking--even that *social drink*
    going to fast.
    going to run.
    or is that *run fast*?
    the mind-alterers can stay stashed.
    going to write
    but not necessarily blog.


    good-bye machine.
    i'll miss the cogs.

  • Nope. The email posting that I've set up isn't working regardless of whether it's automated or individually sent.  And it's failing regardless of whether I send from a Yahoo or Hotmail account.  Xanga is broken again.  Well, at least in this concern.


    I'm sure this just breaks my heart.  Now time to run, literally, and dance with the birds.

  • Dear Xangods,


    My ability to post by email has been curtailed. I've tried several times since last night without success.  Nor are the email stats indicating anything arriving as a failure or success. Is this a breakdown on your Xanga server or have you amended the procedure?  Your prompt response will be appreciated.


    notforprophet

  •                             up


    Should I charge it      and wind it 


                                                      down?


                     up

    Or wind it       and charge it


                                                down?

  • It's noon. Damn, the sun is shining!


    Wait...it's actually raining.  Okay...give me a few minutes and I'll update this.


    The Rag


     I grew up in a hodgepodge American neighborhood—virtually the quintessential melting pot.  Well, given the times, it was a segregated, hence, a white-only melting pot (but that’s another story).  Irish, Italians, Poles, Slovaks, HillWilliams—you name it.  But, at that time, the melting pot had not yet melted.  There were still some old immigrant types about who brought there quaint old ways along with them and stuck to them.  We called the old, quaint ones “DPs”—uncomplimentary slang for *deported persons*.  In any case, I well remember my childhood summertimes when just about twice a week in the late afternoon or early evening I’d hear the slurred beckoning of an old Jew coming up the street as he pulled his collection cart: “Papa rwags”  “Papa rwags”.  Paper.  Rags.  He’d just call out as he’d pull his wooden cart down the street and wait for peeps in the neighborhood to emerge from their houses with the appropriate refuse which he’d collect.  As a child, I always thought the guy was a big loser.  But now I realize he was a futuring recyclist.  It seems as if Paper/Rag is the most pivotal dirty-able commodity indispensable to civilization.


     


    On the Rag, Baby


     


    A couple of years ago, when Bill Gates touted the comeuppance of the eOffice, or totally electronic workplace, ePaper was supposed to supplant wood-pulp paper to such an extent that filing cabinets and document racks would become atavistic.  The electronic document as ePaper compiled into eBooks would liberate the workplace of that *dirty-able commodity* and introduce a new pristine efficiency that would save innumerable trees from unnecessary slaughter.  Right.


     


    Of course, this vision went askew as mutantly-articulated computerized half-eOffices found ways to generate more, not less, typical paperwork than ever before.   Think of a high-tech lawnmower that, as it mows, also furtively fertilizes the grass with a hyper-isotope of radioactive Miracle Grow setting the stage for more frequent and more aggressive mowings in the future. 


     


    Where We’re At


     


    Although a lot of local bookstores have taken a hit from the online sales of books, the books that are sold by the bookselling dot.coms are still largely the traditional paper/rag book and not books in an eBook format.  Oh, the eBook readers are available, the two most popular being the Microsoft Reader and the Adobe Acrobat eBook Reader.  But don’t expect to download these, go out to Amazon.com or Barnes and Noble online and buy any book in a virtual instant.  Nope, the offerings as eBooks are still slim pickings.  Why?  That, of course, is the challenging befuddlement for many e-marketeers.  But, if you ask me, people still prefer and will continue to prefer to handle a dirty-able, tactile, luggable commodity.  Hence, with a relatively small demand for eBooks, the variety in their supply is quite constraining.


     


    Yet despite their limited selection, eBooks are not just a fad.  They can offer certain readers advantages that traditional tomes will never incorporate.  Such as:


     



    • external html linking using the web as an information resource
    • built-in dictionaries to assist the terminologically-challenged
    • adjustable font size to assist with acuity issues
    • entire text search of the book for any word or phrase
    • colorful bookmarking, highlighting, and notes that don’t deface the text
    • text-to-speech capabilities so you can listen to your book if so desired or necessary.

     


    There are also a few “marketed advantages” provided to make eBooks more attractive:


     



    • activation on 4 devices (at least, Microsoft Reader) –you could actually buy the book once and share it with three other friends with the eReader anywhere in the world.
    • sometimes, a price discount below the traditional book cost
    • earlier release (sometimes up to several months) than the traditional first edition date.
    • availability of new selections anytime and anyplace downloading is possible.

     


    These advantages clearly are not trivial, and for some, in certain situations, may be critically convincing.  And yet… And yet… I want the feel of a good book in my hands !  is the continuing lament.


     


    So What’s Next?


     


    eFabrics!  I blogged about them just a while back.  Hot damn, we done going someday to build ourselves a dirty-able eRag that, with embedded microchips, will accommodate all the features above (and more) in serving as a malleable, reprogrammable display yet retain the tactility, thumbability, and creature-ness of a good old Gutenberg typecast. 


     


    You know that book you love?  The one with the leather cover that you’ve been reading while commuting back and forth to work on the bus? Would you love it more or less, if you were able to program it instantly as The Hobbit, The Bible, or A Beautiful Mind?


     


    eFabrook!

  • Although most bloggers routinely use their posts for personal journaling, there is always the possibility that an occasional post here of there might resound with live, earth-shattering news.


    There are, indeed, some professional journalists for magazines and newspapers who keep a blog to publish "news" they either can't or don't care to run by an editor.  They tend to view their blogs as news/information outlets and ponder the revolutionary possibility that eventually an amalgam of disparate, de-centalized bloggers can congeal to form a news-web capable of rivaling the behemoth institutions like CNN and Times/Warner.


    And blogdex's slant on blogging is precisely that:


    "Weblogs" are a relatively new method of distributing personal news, essentially an individual's log of activities, news, and thoughts presented in a public manner on the web. As a publishing medium, weblogs are ultimately democratic, often as timely as traditional news sources, and have a potential distribution much greater than print media. One problem with these personal information sources is the inability to find an audience. Blogdex is a system built to harness the power of personal news, amalgamating and organizing personal news content into one navigable source, moving democratic media to the masses.


    Revolution?  New art form?  The ressurrection of community? A new cult of celebrity?  Weblogs have been credited/accused of all such and more.


    Here's a book I'm waitng to read:


    We've Got Blog: How Weblogs are Changing Our Culture
    by Editors of Perseus Publishing (Introduction), Rebecca Blood (Introduction)


    Instantaneous and raw, unedited and uncensored, Weblogs are self-publishing at its best and its worst--occasionally brilliant but often pretentious, sometimes shocking but always fascinating. We've Got Blog is the first book to explore this phenomenon, which has been quickly rising from obscure Webpages to national attention in the Wall Street Journal and USA Today. Weblogs are free, searchable journals of opinions and links updated daily by an individual or a group and they have become some of the hottest Websites. We've Got Blog has pulled together some of the best writing explaining their history, the mavericks who created them, and how they are changing the way we use the Internet.


    My question, damn it, is that if this is such a hot topic, why don't Barnes and Noble or Amazon.com have this item already pre-released as e-Book instead of touting its release as June 2002?  e-Book--what's that?  Good question!  I've been playing with a few e-Book formats lately, examining the business model, and will have a few things to say about it all soon.  Like noon 

  • Orange juice at midnight is such a delight.
    Muxh better than coffee before going to bed.


    I wonder who's committing a crime tonight
    Here in their Xanga blog.

    I can sense it--something's not quite right.
    Yet I don't know where to look.


    Go ahead, blow white smoke.  You just might
    Proclaim that the Pope has died.


    When Christ was a child under star bright
    Which of the Wise men was the secret pedophile?


    Nope.  Something's not right.
    I can sense a sinsister hunger virtually haunting Xangaland..








  • 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.

  • My feelings at the moment: Maybe Xanga is not the
    community that I have imagined at all. Or if so, no
    less moribund than any other such concoction that
    invades our 22nd century consciousness.



    More
    later...

  • It's noon. Damn, the sun is shining!

  • In all fairness to Myst who commented first below, this post was initially and intentionally blank.  Pure stealth?  Well, not quite...


    What I have in mind here is to automatically create some regularly *scheduled* blank blogs place/timeholders that can thereafter be filled in.  Think of it this way: my blank blogs will become my *coloring book* which I can earlier or later, but not much later, crayon-in.


    So, I'm toying with the notion of creating a *morning blog*, a *noon blog*, an *evening blog*, and a *midnight blog*.  Periodic.  Regular.  Clockwork (orange?).  But with spontaneous content.  Four posts shouldn't overwhelm anyone's SIR list and all will remain on the front portal page here for the typical Xangan day.


    Now I have to go out and buy a box of crayons.

  • Earth sends a message:

    Mind you, life is one short
    fuck.

    Don't get stuck watching.

  • So my little experiment with *Autoblogging* has attained this moment of quiet hiatus.   How did I do it?  What did I gain in doing it?  What have I learned?


    First, if you don’t know what I’m talking about, scroll down a few blogs and notice the posts that occur regularly as a timepiece—every 15 minutes.  Those, along with over a day's worth of others farther back, were composed by me but not submitted in "real blogging time". Rather, the were scheduled through a *Reminder* agent that’s free to anyone with a Yahoo mail account as part of their calendaring tool.  This reminder agent allows you to schedule reminders periodically and receive an alarm notification by email or as a page notification.  So there’s the key.  The email notification is junk—filled with advertisements and extraneous telltale text.  But the pager notification goes out as a simple, concise, advertisement-free, clear text.  So that’s the option I used when I addressed it to my Xanga Premium email posting account—that feature of Premium (for those with Premium, it occurs as a customizable preference along and below the Account Info, Look and Feel, etc. links) which allows you to submit posts "remotely" by email. (email posting = "remote" in *internet space*, i.e., from the xTools and browser access of the Xanga URLs; reminder alerts = "remote" in *internet time*.  With space-time being a continuuum, these two "remotes" are naturally linkable.)


    Although the Reminder text box in Yahoo warns that there’s a limit of 120 characters, I’m sure I exceeded that—surprisingly, without any curtailment.  Another most amazing feature of the reminder system is that you can schedule posts up to every 15 minutes every day of every month of every year into and beyond the foreseeable future.  Yes, I know, eventually Xanga would change or Yahoo would change a programming feature here or there and the whole apparatus would break down.  But if it stands as it now stands, this tango (yes, it is a tango as the Xanga server and its autoresponder danced step-for-step with my Yahoo server and its autotransmitter) offers the prospect of virtual blogging immortality.  It could go on posting pre-programmed script day after day, even beyond one’s last gasp of mortal breath.  I’ve already pre-dated one post for April 2005.  Will I still be alive then?  If not, Xanga might yet shout forth my blogging voice with surrogate intent.


    Hrm…one post every 15 minutes times 24 hours times 7 days…that’s 672 posts a week!  A lot of work, no?  Yet Yahoo allows you to make alarms repeating…day after day after day.  So all that really needs to be done (or not, if your’e lazy) is change the content of a future alarm to match your intent—which, once the mechanism is setup, is simply a matter of paste and update—simple and convenient.


    Alright.  But what of the impact on Xanga as a community?  What effect does automating blogs have if done repeatingly on community structure?  I believe none, if done discreetly.  Or possibly, even a positive one.  Seems James almost always posts daily right after midnight—a ploy quite popular with many of his readers who have consciously or unconsciously come to expect a post at that time.  What if he were clever enough to employ an agent such as this?  Would it make a difference?  Precisely not!  Except that his timing would become slightly more impeccable than it already is.


    By the way, James' apparent timing is an old throwback to the earliest Xanga days when the Featured Content list counted “top eProps” first, by the week, and then, by the day, with the *new day* always beginning at midnight EST.  Hence, back then, if one cared, in order to maximize exposure for eligibility as the most popular post, the strategy became to post as near to midnight as possible.  A relatively huge and prominent Australian contingent back then (Bluemoo, Poptardis, et. al.) had no problem with this since it was closer to their midday. But it surely turned some blogging Xangan-Americans into night owls for a while.  Eventually, of course, the Xangods figured out how to make one’s post relatively-eligible for Featured Content status based on it’s own intrinsic 24 hour clock that starts ticking at whatever time the post hits the blog.  And they implemented that as the current system.  At that moment, the “need” (as some saw it) to program one’s blogs for optimum exposure fell aside, along with some silly contentious competitiveness.  Well, at least until James “rediscovered” that posting regularly and predictably is tantamount to having a regularly scheduled program on TV.  Yes.  "If you program, they will watch." turns out, apparently, not to be a bad blogging strategy.  Yahoo essentially is capable of assisting in this.


    But the lament becomes: “It’s so impersonal—using an automated programmed agent.”  Well, do you have any idea how many agents and programs are required to keep the internet, and our blogging medium here, up and running?  LOTS!  GOBS!  The internet is essentially an agent harem—just most are not seamed and visible. (Neither would my use of them have been, if I had not been honest enough to demonstrate!)  Employing them properly and discreetly is a matter of intelligence and efficiency.  And it must be done.  Extending their use to blogging is an implementation that I’ve here shown can work.  Let all who dare now decide for themselves how to let them work for them.  I have no doubt that within a few years, either Xanga or another popular blog (already?) will incorporate scheduling agents as native script.  For in this medium, such innovation defines “cutting edge” and “cutting edge” goes a long, long way in assisting in a viable, continuing longevity.


    But here’s my question to you: Do you feel that scheduling agents, when they arrive and command ground, will diminish community by stealing away the perception of interactive spontaneity?  Or will they be supportive of community in defining for your readers a regularly scheduled, anticipatable program?

  • Shhhhh!   Peace! 

     And love.

  • But...why...

    Why stop? Though I'm sometimes given to
    romantic excess, I see a modification of that
    inclination and not wholesale cessation of
    communications as my solution.

  • Did you hear it? Or am I the only one?

  • Am I dreaming or did I really hear that voice? What
    voice? Listen:



    *abandon the blog*

  • ...until the phone call--*crack*--and I'm whisked away
    by a loving guardian faerie. Aloft with wings in the
    night fluttering so lightly!

  • Like a bat out of hell I'd be, but I need an opening.
    There appears no ultimatum, only a fate of spatial
    attrition...

  • Soon the spaciousness of the cell that appeared from
    without begins to dwindle as the walls begin to retract
    toward the hollow center. Stop! Stop--I'm inside...what
    is this, a garbage compacter???

  • Step in, try the cell out, they banter, no
    obligations! And you step in and then the door slams
    behind.

  • Look: this prison cell comes with a hot tub and pink
    walls! And that one: drinks for nothing and the
    prance-dance of endlessly deluding sex!

  • There are so many pleasant prison dreams in the prison
    catalogue I been browsing.

  • Thanks to a phone call that cracked a crevice through
    which I could crawl.

  • notforprophet finds himself no longer a spring chicken
    in a world of spring chickens. The spring chickens hate
    anything that isn't one of them, call it pluckaphobia.
    Chicken of chickens, notforprophet sprouts wings and
    flies away! Haha! spring chickens can't fly! But all
    that's up must come down. notforprophet hates down, but
    down, down he goes. The authorities, themselves spring
    chickens, feel like farmers who have found
    notforprophet in their henhouse. O this is going to be
    fun! While notforprophet slithers to the henhouse
    floor, his younger hidden aspect, forprophet, peels
    away (like the s

  • Yes. That's it. So I will write a hundred ditties for
    you--all going unread.

  • Or that for every unread beauteous word expressed
    (like a flower blooming in a forest forever unseen),
    the entire world is secretly enriched.

  • I can fantasize anything I want: like, for every unread
    blog of friendship, God takes a year off of my
    purgatory.

  • I love you! I hate you. I love you! I hate you. I love
    you! I hate you. I love you!

  • Of course, you will never read this. It is obvious that
    you will never read my posts again--so I can say
    anything I want, right? Okay!

  • no wonder the death angels are canvassing around
    looking for popes about to croak! O yes they do! they
    really do!

  • gone so far as to preserve a piece of the INtesTINE of
    the current PoPe--that had to be removed after an
    assassination attempt on his life--in order to include
    it in the mummification process after he dies!

  • apparently, the Catholic Church has been/is mummifying
    all the dead popes (just like Pharaohs) in anticipation
    that they will need their earthly bodies ASAP on
    Resurrection Day.

  • ...Always the beautiful answer who asks a more
    beautiful question.

    e.e. cummings

  • Got to keep remembering to keep asking more beautiful
    questions....

  • “Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is
    stand still and look stupid.' -Hedy Lamarr

  • In a way, my will is no longer my own; I am, rather,
    the proxy of a transpersonal force, with an agenda all
    Her own...

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