ghost
2010-09-08 15:36:35 UTC
It struck me as I struggled with the next part what I needed to do.
Ultimately, the text isn't dense enough - I need to insert more of the
social sphere people are now utilizing to demonstrate just how
different characters interact.
I approached it wrong from a certain perspective. When I first wrote
about little Trace it was a machine-gun fire of text simply about
someone running away from a situation.
This one came about because I sitting around staring at a wall
thinking about how I was using various social tools - Twitter,
Facebook, GetGlue, 4Square, MySpace (technically the one I don't use),
various angles of the Blogsphere (Blogher and surrounding aspects,
20Somethings, music blogs, LiveJournal, etc), SoundCloud, news pulling
with RSS feeds, the newly rising Patches, and the modern barter system
of Craigslist and even Ebay to an extent.
This whole modern MonkeySphere got me wondering how you could follow
someone without actually knowing who they are. Trending in other
words, but using it to follow a person isntead of the trend.
As I wandered aimlessly in research (and it was aimless to be sure) I
encountered a lot of people doing a lot of weird things with the
intense amount of accumulated data piling up. I've never had any
illusions that anything we do is remotely private, I've also lived
almost my entire life inside dense collections of humans where you
have both faceless anonymity and nearly public living conditions.
There are a lot of visual representations you can find of how Trends
move through cyberspace as correlated into real world locations/time
zones. The hyper-intensity of Twitter beign the most fun as it moves
the fastest with the least amount of information. I've watched a
number of spontaneous webcast concerts (Amanda Palmer never flinches
and never hesitates and will shove a camera into pretty much any
venue); Found several books that otherwise had zero marketing outside
a few online venues known to pass information around quickly (I often
imagine Pass The Dutchie is the unofficial song of the ShareThis
Button).
And of course, I've watched Internet Outrage (which is like a 3 year
olds sreaming fit in the candy aisle only less effective) over pretty
much everything as all these companies try and figure out how to make
this data profitable: and any data can be turned into money with the
right angle.
So the story, as it was developed in my head and what I was trying to
spin out, eventually, was what happens when you both disappear beneath
the waves of data and weild it like a knife at the throat of corporate
reality.
I haven't figured it out quite yet what threads I need to pull - but I
need to start over. The original idea always was watching Maggie and
Ace (whose real name I didn't get far enough to share) run hellbent
for leather through an imagined social future as they defend their own
sense of self and their respective futures. And then of course, Trace,
whose character started all this in all her enochlophobic glory almost
ten years ago, looming over the background like a spectre willing to
go too far when needed. . .
anyways... I may squirt out a new segment here and there to bounce it
around my head - as an audience (even a silent one) seems to be doing
me more good than not right now.
Gordon
~Mercy Is All You Get
Ultimately, the text isn't dense enough - I need to insert more of the
social sphere people are now utilizing to demonstrate just how
different characters interact.
I approached it wrong from a certain perspective. When I first wrote
about little Trace it was a machine-gun fire of text simply about
someone running away from a situation.
This one came about because I sitting around staring at a wall
thinking about how I was using various social tools - Twitter,
Facebook, GetGlue, 4Square, MySpace (technically the one I don't use),
various angles of the Blogsphere (Blogher and surrounding aspects,
20Somethings, music blogs, LiveJournal, etc), SoundCloud, news pulling
with RSS feeds, the newly rising Patches, and the modern barter system
of Craigslist and even Ebay to an extent.
This whole modern MonkeySphere got me wondering how you could follow
someone without actually knowing who they are. Trending in other
words, but using it to follow a person isntead of the trend.
As I wandered aimlessly in research (and it was aimless to be sure) I
encountered a lot of people doing a lot of weird things with the
intense amount of accumulated data piling up. I've never had any
illusions that anything we do is remotely private, I've also lived
almost my entire life inside dense collections of humans where you
have both faceless anonymity and nearly public living conditions.
There are a lot of visual representations you can find of how Trends
move through cyberspace as correlated into real world locations/time
zones. The hyper-intensity of Twitter beign the most fun as it moves
the fastest with the least amount of information. I've watched a
number of spontaneous webcast concerts (Amanda Palmer never flinches
and never hesitates and will shove a camera into pretty much any
venue); Found several books that otherwise had zero marketing outside
a few online venues known to pass information around quickly (I often
imagine Pass The Dutchie is the unofficial song of the ShareThis
Button).
And of course, I've watched Internet Outrage (which is like a 3 year
olds sreaming fit in the candy aisle only less effective) over pretty
much everything as all these companies try and figure out how to make
this data profitable: and any data can be turned into money with the
right angle.
So the story, as it was developed in my head and what I was trying to
spin out, eventually, was what happens when you both disappear beneath
the waves of data and weild it like a knife at the throat of corporate
reality.
I haven't figured it out quite yet what threads I need to pull - but I
need to start over. The original idea always was watching Maggie and
Ace (whose real name I didn't get far enough to share) run hellbent
for leather through an imagined social future as they defend their own
sense of self and their respective futures. And then of course, Trace,
whose character started all this in all her enochlophobic glory almost
ten years ago, looming over the background like a spectre willing to
go too far when needed. . .
anyways... I may squirt out a new segment here and there to bounce it
around my head - as an audience (even a silent one) seems to be doing
me more good than not right now.
Gordon
~Mercy Is All You Get