Posts from 16th February 2007

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Feb 07

Lots of Rock and Roll Fun (with added lemurs!!)

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Simon over at xrrf (that’s “no rock and roll fun” to the uninitiated, the only music news feed you rly need) has a problem, and now so do I.

It started quite innocently last Friday, Noel Gallagher was bibbling on about something and then…

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Ha! In yr face Second Life!

Discussion of this story in the office made me realise why SL, as an interweb community, suXoR even beyond the hype, slowness, lack of a decent combat system etc. IT HAS NO LURKERS. ILX gets 20k viewers per day (not claiming this as an huge amount BTW) but only 500-ish of these are regulars – the rest are lurkers. Every online community has this hidden bulk of eyeballs, and that’s where the justification for brands spending money on them comes from (NB to all brands: do not sponsor ILX pls). Where’s the equivalent on SL – it’s not a community, it’s a GREAT BIG GAME and one with fewer players than it would like you to believe.

The similiarites between the Internet and a dentist’s waiting room

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Bless its widdle heartThe sense of ritual, the anticipation of pain—yes and yes. But also those crufty issues of Popular Mechanics and People magazine from god knows when. Even the logos looks oddly dated. Can they really be that old? Yes again. Here’s a site that hasn’t been updated in nine years, hanging impishly off the bbc.co.uk domain on a premiere piece of semantic real estate – http://www.bbc.co.uk/stars. It’s BBCi’s Gateway to the Stars! Stars like Del Amitri. I said it was old.

Other sites have been saved through at least a modicum of curatorial care, rather than sheer forgetfulness, like the HTML playground of old forgotten internet startup, Avalanche Systems—”Border Equals Zero“, a forerunner of such Web 1.0 hotspots as superbad.com etc. No CSS here boyo – this is what the future looked like, in the past. Even though these artsy sites have a built-in assumption that they might be worth preserving, archiving, like other art, and so attempted to future-proof themselves with a “minimal” aesthetic, the technology of their times shows through the cracks like those 70s haircuts in Zeferrelli’s Romeo and Juliet.

Still, it is more fun to happen upon some page that really imagined it might be swept away into the waiting room trash can, only to find itself, day after day, miraculously un-binned, its perishable cargo of up-to-the-minute information gradually pulped away, mulched into clues about its time, the things it doesn’t realise about itself now more legible than those it’s up on.