Monthly Archives: May 2005

Join Me

This article give a just just amazing example of group forming.

… excitement died down, Wallace, now living by himself, was overcome with loneliness and ennui. On a whim, he took out a classified ad asking people to “join” him and send him their passport photos. That was it. “I was just interested to see whether people would,” he later recalled. “And then I forgot about it.”

Much to his delight, someone joined. In fact, a whole posse of someones. Wallace quickly exceeded his goal of one hundred joinees, and set his sights on one thousand. Collecting them became like a fever. Wallace bounced around Europe, appearing on late-night talk shows and in newspapers to spread the gospel of Join Me. He began meeting with his devotees and taking them out for beers. He set up a Web site and even recorded a theme song, all the while trying desperately to keep his burgeoning secret life hidden from Hanne. But then Wallace’s adventure took a new turn: The joinees began demanding to know what, exactly, they had joined.

In fact, they rapidly became irritable with their Leader, who was always mysteriously vague about what it was they were supposed to be doing. They sent plaintive e-mails, and posted theories on the Join Me Web site Wallace had set up, speculating that he was doing some kind of weird statistical research, or perhaps was a “demented megalomaniac” on a “massive ego trip.” One of the more enterprising joinees created his own Web site and agitated the others into pressuring Wallace to reveal what Join Me was all about.

Mutiny was afoot. Wallace knew that if he didn’t come up with a point, his career as Leader was over. “I would be lying to you if I told you there wasn’t a part of me that wanted to use my joinees to spread mischief across the land,” he later wrote. “But alas, it wasn’t to be. Because I, Danny Wallace, was to be in the service of All Things Good.”

So the Leader decreed that the point of Join Me was this: to be nice.

That’s got to be the best example of a community founding myth I’ve seen.
It suggests that the three markers of a community (common: cause, ritual, responsiblity) can arise after the group forms. 90% of the founding myths are are about a bunch a guys who discover a problem and then band together in common cause to address that problem. In this myth the group forms and then demands common cause. Like a bunch of kids sitting around going “I don’t know, what you want a do?”

Mind games with the Social Contract

Al Muniz has been doing some very good work on characterizing the communities that form around brands. Newton or old Saab owners for example. I like his work. He’s careful about definition of terms; like community. For example Al’s work is where I lifted the three element model of community: common cause, common rituals, common aid. The work of this kind is also interesting because it’s one of the few places where careful work is getting done on the muddy ground between private goods and public goods.

But today let me strongly urge that you go read this excellent posting over at Many-to-Many which
critiques the ethics of BzzAgents
, I think it was written by Kevin Marks. BzzAgents sells the labor of brand community members to the firms that own the brand.

There is a well-known phenomenon of cognitive dissonance in employment, where if you pay people less to do work, they are more committed to it, as they justify it to themselves in other terms. Many media companies run on young and hungry interns who do lots of work for free, while their managers are well-rewarded. The graduate student/professor relationship is often characterised in these terms too. Balter’s success in BzzAgent is in refining this model to the point where he gets paid well by corporations, and his agents are doing it for their own reasons

Conversely, Bzzagents is effectively, if not always explicitly, encouraging people to play mind games with their social contacts, to serve a central agenda
….

Welcome to the moral mazes which is work design.

Overheard in New York

I love this blog: Overheard in New York.

It’s not quite the New York that I tend to overhear; it’s both more sexual and stupider than the one I overhear. But still it’s much better than nothing if it was better it would make me home sick. When you live in a city you know that other people are listening and you work to keep them entertained. That adds something.

Spanish dude: Yeah, she left me a message and it was like, “Oh, I see you ain’t answering your phone and shit ’cause you doin’ what you do
…but that’s ai’ight, I’m a do me.” So I called her, I was like,
“What you doin’ you? Matta fact, did you do you already? You gon’ go out and fuck somebody else because I couldn’t pick up my phone?”. And she was like, “Nah, nooo, I didn’t mean it, I was just mad. And then you got that other bitch.” I said, “I’m not concerned about that bitch, I’m concerned about this bitch.”

–A train

The stereotyping is fun, if your a New Yorker. It would be kind of racist if you didn’t understand how many marvalous kinds inhabit the city.

They like to pick on tourists.

Tourist dad: Well, I guess this is Chinatown.
Tourist mom: I thought it would be bigger.
Tourist dad: Me too.

–32nd & 5th

Ignoring that there is a lot of information in that address. Cities are amazingly dense; it’s impossible to know how much a thing can change in 40 feet until you’ve lived in a city. It’s like a 5 miles or more an the inner ring suburbs. Somethings appear small, but they aren’t. You can find the equivalent of entire small cities in single buildings in New York.

Temporal Flash Crowd

There must be some sort of clever logic here. Either why time travel is impossible or how black holes form when this works. Surely the resulting flash-crowd would be troublingly massive.

Speaking of time, I see from these charts mentioned here that every minute I survive pushes out the estimated time of my demise another 6 seconds. Not a bad return on the investment. Better yet the returns improve the older I get!

letting a chimpanzee loose in the NORAD control room

Eve Maler brings our attention to Mark Liberman seeking a name for a particular class of communication …

where you say something not because you mean it, exactly, but because it gives you a chance to use a word or phrase you’ve been saving up

I thought the word for that was blogging. The stuff in our heads is always struggling to get out. It’s willing to escape using whatever media is available.

Open Phone

Open sure is virulent. … The folks that make one of the chipsets widely used in IP phones have decided to open up access to their software stack under a BSD style license. We really have no idea how open all these gadgets are going to be, do we? I wonder how long before we get open toasters and open microwave ovens etc. etc.

Identifying with the Giant

This morning’s New York Time’s article on blogging at Los Alamos marks an interesting exception to their usual coverage of blogging.

One arch-typical dialectic that get’s rolled out when discussing blogs is little guys v.s. big institutions (David and Gollith, Amatures v.s. Proffesionals, nutty cranks v.s. the competent). This article is no exception. The big guy is the boss at Los Alamos and the little guys are the staff .

The whole “are blogger’s journalists” thread is one varaition of this big/little dialectic. I find that question bizzare. It took me a long time to understand it’s roots. The real source of that question is the fear of the media proffesional. When they write on blogging, they have a strange tendency to volunteer to play the role of the giant in Jack and Beanstalk. Bloggers, of course, are cast in the role of Jack.

This article is an exception. It doesn’t take the bait. A step in the right direction. Though, if you ask me, the whole big/little dialectic is a bit of a rat hole. Who’s selling the beans? Who owns the beanstalk? Lots of other interesting questions.