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Chuck Shotton: "I've written up a set of proposed extensions to the RSS 0.94 draft to resolve some ambiguities about content types and encoding formats."  Garth needs some help from someone who knows the internals of Jabber. To Joel, here's why Groove can't bet exclusively on being a platform. "Most proposed platforms don't make it. It's just a fact. It's not my fault. It's not yours." Don Park writes about corruption in Korea. Doc: "It's a start, but it's got that delegated, glands-off look. It's you know: a site." NY Times: "At AOL, Mr Colburn and Mr Gilburne made an oddly complementary pair, several people who worked with them said. Mr Gilburne is a broad, strategic thinker with a quiet, professorial demeanor. He is prone to stroking his beard, alluding to Shakespeare and making Delphic comments about the technological future. Mr Colburn, on the other hand, is as volatile as Mr Gilburne is sedate. People who worked with them said Mr Colburn paced conference rooms with bleary eyes and a five o'clock shadow. He was known for wearing Armani suits over black T-shirts depicting cartoon characters. And Mr Colburn was also as intensely focused on details as his mentor was on the big picture." John Patrick found some free bandwidth in Ocean City, NJ. There's a new meme going round. Tell me who you are in five words or less. Easy easy. First the long version. I am a man. That means I dig holes. And then fill them in. Then dig some more. So I can do it in two words. Still diggin. Peterme has no credit. Interesting story. Read the comments, they're interesting too. Last year on this day I wrote about taboo-busting and aging. Two years ago today I explained why the misnamed RSS 1.0 was a setback for RSS. No one cared. Sad. Sam Ruby posted a table showing the evolution of various formats called RSS. I sent him a bunch of corrections and they were incorporated. Five years ago today, a princess died in a car crash. Breathwork and open source. You might think one has nothing to do with the other. But someone on a mail list devoted to breathwork, that I subscribe to, has constructed an amazing argument, fantastic in its boldness, with elements of truth, but quite misleading. Not caring  Showing that you care is something you're not supposed to do. Better to stay aloof, uninvolved, like a TV character. "I don't really care," I say, when nothing could be further from the truth. This is the American way. (Or at least the California way.) But, at some point you have to take a stand. Maybe it's in the last days or hours of life, struggling against cancer, heart disease or diabetes, or whatever's gonna getcha. Maybe at that point it's okay to care, to take a stand, to fight. But I suspect not. Even then people say "What's he getting so riled up for?" The answer of course is fairly obvious. It's called living, and it's worth getting agitated over, in theory. |
 
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