Inspired by my friend (and new-media artiste) Robyn Gallagher’s tweet, I have discontinued the Twitter archiving function on these, my narrative pages, and transferred it instead here, to a back-end blog with a separate feed to which you may wish to subscribe.
I am more obsessed than ever with archiving my Twitter-presence, seeing it as a short-form narrative whose relationships to these longer essays is both real and polyphonic, but the archive adds clutter here. I hope you will continue to read and comment in back, however, where I have imported and archived the existing Twitter-aggregates and will continue to tinker with the space.
In the recent entry “Thank a Plugin Developer Day“, it is noted that the “average WordPress blog has about 5 plugins installed”, from a directory of around 4000.
These pages have twenty-one active plugins (including one to import Facebook comments that doesn’t at present work here, but which I keep activated in the hope that it will miraculously self-correct).
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Like my beloved A-Lee (who claims it from her Te Rarawa foremothers), I am a magpie; I cannot resist the shiny and new (unless it comes with prohibitive data costs). So it is that I’ve extended my onlinery to tumblr, or, as Señor Mojito puts it, “gone psycho on the internet”.
A plugin called FeedWordPress enables me to import those merry tumblings back to this site, and to assign them a category, and so it is that this is what I’ve done. From tumblr to tumbled, more photos, links, storehouse for poems and record of collaborations.
I’m going to play with it for a while and then make up my mind whether to keep it.
The explosion of tiny authors a-twitter is making me uneasy. One reason for this is politeness: until now, if someone who isn’t crazy, a bot or a seller of warez wishes to follow my updates, I have reciprocated, or blocked them without mercy. Now the pace at which curious strangers want to follow me is picking up, and the interests of these followers extending beyond my own. A choice is coming: keep blocking those whom I don’t want to follow, or give my twitterings up to the attention of genuine strangers? My TwitterFox extension rarely sleeps as it is; don’t make me install TweetDeck, people.
Another is rather unpleasant snobbery. I am not an early adopter in the true sense of the word by any means, but I enjoy my internet phenomena when they are of interest to millions rather than tens of millions. When everyone is talking about it, rather than mostly-everyone, it feels less fun.
The third reason is perhaps the inverse of the conventional complaint. I like to read what those are follow are reading, eating, drinking and thinking. Retweets and news tweets leave me feeling like the kid in the classroom whose classmate is smirking, “you’ll never guess what?” As with intoxicants and various sexual practices, I suppose the lesson is to abandon what you have tried and not liked without giving up the whole game.
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It seems that being a self-hosting entity may bring with it its own set of problems, specifically, the interaction between the software, databases and template. (Lawks, I hope I have these terms correct.) Yesterday my pages spent a few hours telling me that there were no entries here. Today, the template disappeared completely for a while. However, both problems disappeared of their own accord. If anything really weird does turn up, please let your hopeful author know by email.
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29 January, 2009
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Another is rather unpleasant snobbery. I am not an early adopter in the true sense of the word by any means, but I enjoy my internet phenomena when they are of interest to millions rather than tens of millions. When everyone is talking about it, rather than mostly-everyone, it feels less fun.
The third reason is perhaps the inverse of the conventional complaint. I like to read what those are follow are reading, eating, drinking and thinking. Retweets and news tweets leave me feeling like the kid in the classroom whose classmate is smirking, “you’ll never guess what?” As with intoxicants and various sexual practices, I suppose the lesson is to abandon what you have tried and not liked without giving up the whole game.
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