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8/17/2006 Windows Live Writer...and me.Considering all the stuff I'm reading about how Windows Live Writer is supposedly our first "Killer App" I just had to go and try it out for myself. And lo and behold... it works! And I like it! You can drop pictures and links really easily. Even maps from Windows Live Local! Dig it, this is my house! This is the midddle of nowhere
In sadder news... Bruno Kirby has died at the age of 57. The star of such films as The Godfather Part II, and of course "When Harry Met Sally..." where he uttered the classic line "BABY FISHMOUTH!" will be missed. 8/2/2006 Live Spaces lives...So I'm going to try an experiment... Well It's not really an experiment, more of a taste test.
I've been in Florida for the last week or so, and for the life of me I cannot get away from mySpace. Everyone and their kid brother has one, it's almost like an alternate Web. Which doesn't bother me, other than the fact that this alternate Web is owned by Rupert "Fox News" Murdoch. Incredibly scary political leanings aside, any Web service owned by someone who shares the same name as the crazy guy from the A-Team puts me on alert. And YES I actually do think billg IS better that way. He's rich, he's a nerd and he appears to have a conscience. Plus he's my boss. Yes I am stoolie sellout. Get over it.
MySpace is fucking impenetrable for me. I don't know what it is. I remember when i used to be savvy with this "computer" thing, but to try to get mySpace to do my bidding is a sloppy and time-consuming drag. They have the worst tools, terrible design, completely non-intuitive UI and just... god. It sucks. But the fact that every one of my friends has a mySpace, along with most of the bands I love, makes it hard deny it as a viable social network. It's the most visited website in the world for God's sake. But what a pain in the ass.
That said, I am liking this new Live Spaces UI. I think Cinthya and team did a bang up job. Getting to my stuff is easy, and even firing up a blog is simple enough (I almost punched my screen trying to find where to add a new blog entry on mySpace) and who knows maybe I'll get back into the blogging fray. The last time I did this for real was back in 2000, in the dotcommery of SF. High time, I suppose.
So if yer reading this, you should make me your friend. Because I am, and I am a good one. 12/6/2004 MSN Spaces... and you.So, if you know me, you know that I jumped back on the whole blogwagon about a month ago when I kept track of my first-ever trip to the Philippines in November. But now that MSN has thrown their name into the hat into the ring that is the "Blogosphere" (jesus christ how I hate that term) maybe it's time to jump back in, too. Asian.com millionaire was the blog I had back in 2000 when I worked at Epinions.com in San Francisco. It was a weird time, when money was being thrown at geeks like Alka-Seltzer to seagulls. And it was at that time I was introduced to Pyra and the lovely Blogger. Blogging opened up a lot of opportunities for me. First socially, where I met some amazing kids who filled my head with great ideas. Secondly, I got to write. Writing is an intrinsically creative thing for me, and I hadn't realized it until I had to force myself to document my year in Dot-Communism. I've missed it. It's incredibly fun. But blogging also has its yang... the virtual social world that opens up can quietly shut out the "real" people in your world and as crazy as it sounds, that happened. Regretfully. Also, people know way too much about you. You get used to baring all to people, like I am right now, and that's sometimes dangerous if you aren't saving anything for yourself. So I quit. I hid out. I lived in the real for a while. And now, dear reader, I want you to find me. But no worries. No secrets from me. No soul baring to bore you. I just want to write interesting things. If you want to read it, great. If you don't, well then that's a fine howd'youdo. An old friend wrote me this today: "Reach out and touch someone, Greg." Tag. You're it. |
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