Update: As expected, I FAILED. http://gigaom.com/2008/05/30/yet-another-drama-about-twitter/
This retarded crap has to STOP. It makes Silicon Valley and the people who cover it look like a bunch of little girls obsessing over Lauren Conrad. Or Hannah Montana. Or some other floozy, take your pick.
I like Twitter. I do. I use it all the time. But I swear I get ticked off when I can’t plow through a single frigging major tech news blog without some writer bitching about Twitter. Or praising Twitter. Or shedding tears everyt time the goddamn things goes down. Or comes up. Or stays alive for greater than 6.47 hours. Or talking about its business model, perceived and otherwise.
Bloggers, trust me. We’ve heard it all. We don’t care. Twitter doesn’t care. God doesn’t care. You look like idiots with your shameless self-serving pandering. Just because you don’t get charged printing costs is no reason to abuse the “Publish” button.
Just to get this out of way, the fact that I am doing a Twitter post myself is not lost on me. But I’m not a big name blog site, so I don’t count. So there.
I love life, reading, comedy and technolgy. That’s six words. So how cool is it that I found something that combines all four?
I heard about this one from our co-founder – SMITH magazine asked users to subscribe six word “nano-memoirs” via Twitter last year. The submissions, which have now been collected into – what else – a book, are nothing short of amazing.
I especially love the video with the photos and the ultra-sunshine song “Stretch” by Pedalsped.
Nick Carr is a fantastic writer. I’m super excited. More when I plow through this bad boy.
This is classic Bay Area. So I get into a cab last night at 8th and Market and 1130pm, slightly tired but juiced up and ready to party it up in the Marina district in SF.
Cabbie was friendlier than usual and we started chewing the fat about the weather, the summer and other things you’d expect to talk to cabbies about.
Conversation suddenly turned to how I was being very productive on Caltrain because of my laptop card. I virtual-patted myself on the back for my attention to efficiency. I was awesome.
But the other shoe dropped when my cabbie disclosed that he had hacked his iPhone in order to be able to tether the laptop to the modem over the EDGE network.
Before I had time to violently retch at my unsavory faceplant, ol’ boy busted out his iPhone and showed me all the cool things that he’d done with it, including a screensaver of a beer mug, a Windows XP startup sound and other myriad wonders enabled with the help of a “bunch of hacker blogs”.
Double gulp. Was this guy a writer for Engadget and just driving a cab for shits and giggles?
He ended the ride with countering my assertion of a 200 dollar 3g iPhone and claimed that the blogger who predicted it had been wrong many times in the past.
At this point, I swallowed my pride, vowed never to underestimate a cabdriver, and rolled into the bar to become one with a bunch of shallow-ass Marina people.
This has got to be a new category on this blog; if I’m spending 40 bucks a week on cabs, I may as well as write about WTF these guys talk about. Angry cabbie, loquacious cabbie, porno cabbie, gearhead cabbie. Its all coming.
Why do Silicon Valley types find it so necessary to inject ridiculously lame software/hardware terminology into everyday conversation? Is it not enough to obsess over algorithms during our morning showers? Does it leave a void if we can’t accost a poor sap to discuss the joys of being a chirp-chirp status update robot?
When ordinary, unpretentious people in Indiana need to get shit done by their employees, the conversation is very simple.
Boss: “Employee #x, I need this shit done. Now. Drop everything else”. [Employee doesn’t even respond, gets on it].
But that would way too normal for the Valley. What’s the point if you can’t talk about clock cycles? We’ve got to pull bullshit like, “Hi Karen, what do your cycles look like for the next month?”. Fellas! Remember, when you ask a lady about her monthly cycles in a hallway conversation, she may slap you. With good reason.
Same goes for begging for “bandwidth” when a project is important. People’s time is not a dumb pipe. This shit has got to stop.
Okay, I don’t really keep up with all the sneaky shit that people do on Craigslist Wild Encounters, etc. but this one is a doozy.
So I’m out having beers at Eddie Rickenbacker’s with my fellow Stanford alum MJR. After we’ve exhausted our supply of stupid tech gossip and other industry happenings, talk turns to my friend’s personal life. I ask him where he met his girlfriend and he replies like a real straight shooter, “Craigslist!! Worked like a charm the first time itself!“.
I start to laugh my ass off in disbelief when MJR, a true web geek takes it one step farther.
“I really wanted to a/b test which picture would work the best.”
If you know what a/b tests are, you are likely busting your guts. If you don’t, skip this post.
So basically, here are the steps for you Craigslist daters:
- Host the image on your own server when you post the ad. I didn’t even think you could do <img src/> on Craigslist with src pointing to a third party site. Live and learn.
- Rotate through the images on your server
- Measure response rates. Could be via a post-fact questionnaire but I wouldn’t mind more details from MJR on how to do this. Is there a way to connect a click on the “send email” link with a particular img file? Since the click event can’t be logged by third party server apart from Craigslist, how do you do this?
All in all, hilarious, though.