I had a good laugh not once but twice at the bitch-slapping
I underwent for the putative sin of blogging myself on Metafilter. I had a laugh even though I thought the intent was to ridicule, slag, and deride.
En tout cas
, I blogged myself two different ways. On a couple of occasions, I pointed to pages I'd developed as a service to netters and bloggers Xenoblogs
(list of un-American blogs) and the Buyer's Guide to Alternadomains
. One makes no apologies for providing pages as a public service and making them known to the public.
The other case involved ruminations on love at first sight. Lacking a discussion mechanism at my blog and knowing that people would have knowledge on the topic I had no access to (breeders, for example), I posted on Metafilter. IMHO this reveals an unserved need
: Blogger et al. may make it possible to update your Weblog from any browser, but what we need is a way to automate discussion on topics blogged on individual pages.
As it stands, bloggers are like home-office workers who have to meet clients at cafés: They have to go out of house. Is it possible that, for blogging to work at a level beyond howling at the moon or a tree falling in the wilderness, we need automated tools for dialogue at our own sites
? Should Metafilter and (to a lesser degree) Webqueeries be the only collaborative Weblogs?
Clearly this would blur the distinction between blogs and mailing lists, but so what? Among mailing lists, blogs, Yahoo clubs, and instant messaging, we already have a fractured set of media of two-way and multi-way communication. A bit more fracturing ain't gonna hurt; the horse has long since bolted from the stable.
(Aside: Guestbooks work poorly in my experience. Even Zeldman
is a joke. In the immortal words of Bad Religion, there's no substance. A blog gives visitors something to talk about
beyond "How do you like my page?")
posted by joeclark
on May 2, 2000 -
Strangers When We Meet
There are no fewer than a dozen bloggeurs in Toronto, and four of us got together f2f on Saturday the 29th, experiencing a climate change from summer to autumn in the space of three hours. Always slightly alien to meet online friends in person, but it worked well
. (Subject line is a Smithereens quote for which I can find no online lyrics – good copyright policing, that. "Please don't look my way when you see me on the street. We will still be strangers when we meet
." Not anymore, bien entendu
posted by joeclark
on Apr 29, 2000 -