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![]() ![]() Trial balloon: "A simple addition to discussion group software makes it easy for a user to go to one place to monitor all conversations he or she is part of." ![]() Simon Willison asks what to do when soneone hijacks an identity in weblog comments. ![]() I just improved Sunday's RSS-generator-for-Radio so that callbacks can now generate attributes on elements. As they say, still diggin. ![]() Bryan Bell is working on a theme for Harvard weblogs. I'm trying it out. I want it to be more dramatic. Harvard is the crimson school. I'm going to look for a really definitive Harvard website. If you find one send me some email. ![]() Check this out. My.Harvard.Edu. Wow. I bet they'll like RSS. ![]() Paul Boutin found the Republican astroturf generator. ![]() Lance: "Will I suffer withdrawal pangs from not going to Davos this week?" ![]() SourceID is "an open project site for Digital Identity ideas, protocols & software." ![]() This is an interesting site. ![]() Slashdot: "Kevin Mitnick is getting back online and can start taking email tomorrow, January 21." ![]() Jenny: "I will never buy SimCity 4 because I can tell how addictive it is just from the web site." ![]() ![]() ![]() John Burkhardt shares his angst about SUVs. ![]() Tucker Goodrich: "This innocuous little fly just invites being peed upon." ![]() Wired: "The fact that movie and consumer electronics industry groups are not in on the new alliance is notable." ![]() Start me up ![]() Good morning. A few notes on starting up my weblog. It's 4:40AM Pacific, which is 1:40PM in Paris. In a few minutes I'm going to be interviewed by a German newspaper in London. The first W in WWW stands for World. No kidding. I go to my Manila site and Flip Home Page. Then I click on the Edit With Radio button. I bring the Radio app to the front. There's the outline. I choose SN Rules from the Boilerplate sub-menu of the Bookmarks menu in Radio. It adds the rules you see in the screen shot. (Or you will see when I link it in after taking it.) But I get ahead of myself. Then I add a new headline. Start me up. It's the first line of a Rolling Stones song. One that they sang in their HBO concert in NYC on Saturday night, which I watched on Sunday, thanks to my TiVO. No commercials to skip, by the way, so no BigCo exec to piss off. Paid for, out of my $70 per month fee to Hollywood and GM. Why do I always mention this? Becuase I pay them every damned month so they can get on TV and call me a pirate. Huh? Oy. Anyway. Then I have a blank outline. Unlike some writers, I love a blank slate and never have trouble filling it. My psyche generates lots of stuff. I try to filter out the angst. I've learned that's not popular. It's still there of course, just filtered. A day has begun. Ahhh. More Stones lyrics: "My eyes dilate, my lips go green. My hands are greasy. She's a mean, mean machine." |
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