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| Wednesday, December 7, 2005 |
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Chiropractice 
| | I thought I spotted "Bloggernecking" in here somewhere, but now I can't find it. Still, love the term. |
Living proofs of concept
| | When I started out, during the height of the dotcom boom, it was extraordinary how many of my customers, especially the local community councils, had no idea really of why they needed a website. They just knew that they wanted one. And you could sum up what they thought they wanted thus - |
| | - A domain: a private, fenced off plot of their own on the new frontier
- A homepage: a manuscript, a monument to the people, their history, their past.
- A webmaster: a scribe to shield them from the complexity of publication.
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| | Whereas, what they actually needed was - |
| | - An address: Which is easier to find - a ranch in the desert or an appartment in the middle of town? A top level domain is an unnecessary conceit in most cases.
- An online community hall: A virtual meeting place, a means of communicating the present and the future.
- An editor: the software, not the person!
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| | With those lessons in mind I'm setting out to get my local communities back on the web - the new web, the live web. They'll take up virtual residence at blog subdomains, located by directory 'signposts'. Their editors will be the text messaging facility on their mobile phones and they'll communicate news, schedules and updates through live feeds. |
| | The World Wide Web documents the past, the World Live Web broadcasts the present and the future. |
Question
| | How many, if any, large companies deliberately led in the development of podcasting standards or practices? |
| | I include the italicized adverb to make us pause and think before naming names. |
Quote du jour
The lessons live
| | December 7, 1941, FDR said, was "a day that will live in infamy". Now veterans who remember are filling the WWII Memorial at a rate greater than 1000 per day. |
| | Most of us who grew up in the 1950s, didn't know our parents were The Greatest Generation. We just wished they'd quit harping about growing up in the Depression. ("When I was your age, we walked ten miles to school in the snow...") |
| | Those two subjects, The War and The Depression, gave our parents enormous moral authority, as well as a boundless supply of instructive stories at the dinner table. |
| | We didn't appreciate it much at the time. Now that so many of the old folks are going or gone, we do. |
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