Every weekday I get up at 7:30, program from 8:30 till 7 and hit the
gym or the dancefloor in the evening. I've got a pair of great
housemates who I chat with in the evenings, I've got my family and
I've got some wonderful friends, all of whom I love to talk with.
Professionally though, I'm completely isolated. I'm now in the closing
stages of writing an RSS app which (as my long-suffering friends will
testify) consumes almost my every thought. All day and every day. It's
not easy for me to find people to toss these ideas around with.
Of all the people I know in the UK, only three read RSS feeds on a
regular basis and one of them is now in the Finnish army. I work from
home and work alone. It keeps me lean and definitely keeps me keen but
I can't help yearning for peers to discuss the things I'm doing.
Reading the feeds coming out of Silicon Valley and the other
developer-hubs in the States has been my lifeline. Not only do I get
to keep my ear to the ground but that ground is the same ground the
inventors and the entrepreneurs of these technologies stand upon.
When Apple released iTunes 4.9 I started experimenting with Podcasts.
I hadn't held out high hopes and was doing it more out of a sense of
obligation than intrigue. When I played that first track though, it
was like nothing I was expecting. If feed-reading brings me close,
Podcasting makes me feel like I'm actually there. It is like being at
a university tailored just for me. I can listen to any lecture from
any of the best professors or the banter of the funniest students and
I can play them whenever and wherever I want.
A few years ago there was an advert for butter on TV. The advert
opened with the line, 'Imagine if you'd never seen a snowflake' and
had showed a little boy in Africa as a flake drifted rather
anomolously down in front of him. The closing line was, "Imagine if
you'd never tasted butter". It was a cute advert but as chuffed as I'd
be to find out that marge wasn't the beginning and ending of
bread-spread it definitely wouldn't be on a par with my first white
Christmas.
When I started listening to
Dave Winer, to
Steve Gilmore and to the
Engadget guys it really was like the first time I saw
snow. Text is wonderful but voices communicate a thousand times more.
In a single episode of Morning Coffee Notes my isolation melted and I
started feeling like I was a part of things. No-one else knows I'm a
part and that's just fine, if they had to deal with all their
listeners they'd probably stop Podcasting and then I'd be back to
square one. All that matters is that I do.
Why then was it Adam Curry who moved me? It was because he's the man
behind the
Podfinder show which I listened to for the first time last
night. For those of you who don't know, the Podfinder show does
exactly what it says on the tin. It's half an hour of Adam reviewing
and playing clips from a selection of the different podcasts out there
and I love it.
I love the fact that these people are podcasting, I love how
intelligent and interesting the people he reviewed were, I love the
fact that here, finally, was a way for the funny and the smart among
us to be enjoyed by a wider community without having to prostrate
themselves at the feet of the old media oligarchy.
I love the fact that even though I really don't care about what pilots
talk to each other about on long haul flights or what the most
absorbent brand of nappy is, it was still worth
Joe Deon and
Gretchen and Paige making those shows and that people who do
care can listen to them. I love the raw humanity of it and most of all
I love being invited to be a part of these peoples lives. Oh and even
though a childhood of country and western water-torture has left me
numbed to the genre, I love
Wichita Rutherford - he's
something special.
From programmers to scientists, the retired to first-time mothers,
feeds and Podcasting allow people to find and to experience each
other. We've had great ways to connect for years but you can't connect
if you can't find and you can't experience if someone doesn't want you
to connect.
Blogging and podcasting give us a little way to let people in. They
let people get to know us and as even big companies are finding, the
better people know us, the more empathetic the are to us
and the more people empathise with us, the more they like us. Web 2.0
helps melt away the barriers that we protect ourselves with but which
simultaneously isolate us from those we crave to know.
9:39am, Saturday July 30
When things started happening on the 7th everything here ground to a standstill. It was impossible to get news through the main sites as they were totally overloaded and barely worked for the next few days.
Although I'm pretty new to blogging I've been getting almost all of my news through feed demon for the last 4 months and so that was where I first turned to see what was happening when the news started to break.
There was hardly anything in the feeds I read so I thought it would be helpful to start collating the information I could find and publishing it in mine. It's what I hoped that others would start to do and would give me and others a better idea of what was happening to my city.
I don't think that it was a great idea though, in fact I can't help feeling that it was a pretty stupid idea. I get most of my news from bloggers and the people I read spend their time passing on news but that's not what I've ever done and Thursday wasn't the right time to start.
There were a lot of normal and innocent people including, as it turns out, a friend of mine (who survived), whose lives were torn apart on Thursday. When things like that happen we all want to help but there's a fine line between wanting to help and just wanting to be involved.
Everyone watched the amateur pictures of people escaping and hurt just like we watch the professional footage. People speak of this as having been one of the first major catastrophies where blogging provided a significant chunk of the news but for the first time too, another observation emerged. People who had been hurt and caught up in the events spoke of their disgust at emerging into the daylight only to find people videoing them on their phones. It wasn't the press that hurt them it was the public.
We live in an uneasy symbiosis with the press. We want to know their news but we seldom want to be their news. Normally we're protected by our own insignificance and the truth that even if people do want to know things about us, the press are quick but not omnipresent. For some, like Hollywood this is not true and often leads to huge sadness.
As things start to change though, as the barriers to publishing fall and the ease of distribution rises we find that we are the press and that the press is everywhere. Readership groups can be as small as one and we each inherit a volatile significance.
When this happens the old addage of 'we only print what people want to read' ceases to be an acceptable excuse. We have to take some responsibility. Can we do that? I'm confident that we will. We are very competant at regulating our societies and we are very capable of adapting.
There will always be people who abuse but as long as there are adequate repercussions they will remain a minority. There will be things we gain and things we lose but ultimately I'm sure that such a system will achieve a beneficial equilibrium. Sadly though, none of this will stop some of the dumber of us tripping up during the transition.
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9:39am, Saturday July 30
Man, I hate these things happening. It's when that first call comes through from someone (my Father) asking if you're ok you just feel your heart drop. OMG, what is it I ask? "I just got a call from Catherine (my sister) saying that there have been explosions on trains all across London and on busses too."
We'd all been waiting for this but it doesn't make it any less scary when it happens. The sudden fear as you start to go through all the people you know who are in the city and who might be hurt. I hate it, I hate the fear, I hate the not knowing and I hate the fact that people are almost certainly dead.
The mobile lines are practically unusable, no connections are getting though and I'm switching to Skype and email.
Well I've really nothing more to add than people can see on the main media sources, fortunately nothing here yet but it doesn't make things much more reassuring.
take care everyone