Posts Tagged ‘twitter’

what is my blog?

August 23, 2008

my blog is easy to get to. to get to the writing part. my blog is where i write.

writing is tenuous. my blog does not mess up my mojo.

mojo is fragile.

my twitter is where i spit out little blurbs. my friends choose whether they want to listen, and i choose to listen to them. it makes me feel connected, it gives me hope, and makes me happy.

my tiddlyspot is where i spread my wings, and attempt ultra-dimensionality. some concepts, such as the tree of life (integrated ecosystem descriptions) demand more dimensionality.

my photo site is the easiest one to put up photos, my video site is the easiest way to put up videos (and my other video site has the best quality), and my music site is the mainline path to market.

all, hopefully, have good society.

my blog is easy to get to. and it is where i can write what i write, even if i don’t know what or why.

it is the intricate integration of john cleese that reminded me of this idea – the amalgamation of socials.

when my OS is my browser, my socials will all be there.


the intricate integration of john cleese

August 16, 2008

john cleese, a classic, if not the *original* CBM, is now online and going big:

his twitter
his podcast
his blog (with forum)
his friendfeed

as soon as i get a dollar, i’m buying the podcast.

here is his ning.

**still later**
here is his podcast site. (can only post if you are blogger/google)

rickroll it over. see if it’s dead.

April 11, 2008

6,000,000 views of the strangely compelling youtube video.

50,000 people voted for Rick Astley’s “Never Going to Let You Down” as the NY Mets’ theme song. one fan rounded up 8000 votes single handedly, through digg.

friends rickrolled friends phones (estimate 4000?) through this april 1.

the london liverpool street station was rickrolled by crowds, approximately 25 minutes ago (i know this through twitter).

it is rumored, although not confirmed, that rick astley himself has been rickrolled.

i find us fortunate, that as we stretch our newly networked organizational muscles and extend our tech-enabled collective grasp, that it is merely the innocuous pop remembrance of another (simpler) age that rears is viral head, and not that of a more insidious ilk.