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My First Blog Entry
Oct. 29th, 2005 | 10:53 pm
I had maybe the first blog on the Internet. I started my home page as an online journal in like 1994, back when HTML was new, and it hasn't changed much in a dozen years.
But it's not 1994 any more. I am usually very good at resisting peer pressure, so for years I paid little heed when my friends mocked my lack of a real blog. But tonight Ingy walked into my living room, cracked a beer, sat down, put GWAR on the Airport Express, and declared that he was blogging. I cracked.
Why LiveJournal? Sure, Brad Fitzpatrick is a studmuffin, and he hauled all my crap back to San Francisco in the trunk of his car after Foo Camp, but the real reason is OpenID...
I spent Wednesday and Thursday at the Internet Identity Workshop trying to figure out the Identity space. What did I learn? When you sign up for a LiveJournal account, you automatically get OpenID with it. In the name of fairness, of course, I'll have to sign up for Sxip as well. And LID, too. Except not, because they're becoming YADIS. Squishing OpenID and LID together into YADIS is smart, because fence-sitters too busy to actually investigate anything will respond to news of convergence the way Pavlov's dogs respond to bells. (I learned this with bemusement during the SPF/Sender ID/DKIM saga.)
But it's not 1994 any more. I am usually very good at resisting peer pressure, so for years I paid little heed when my friends mocked my lack of a real blog. But tonight Ingy walked into my living room, cracked a beer, sat down, put GWAR on the Airport Express, and declared that he was blogging. I cracked.
Why LiveJournal? Sure, Brad Fitzpatrick is a studmuffin, and he hauled all my crap back to San Francisco in the trunk of his car after Foo Camp, but the real reason is OpenID...
I spent Wednesday and Thursday at the Internet Identity Workshop trying to figure out the Identity space. What did I learn? When you sign up for a LiveJournal account, you automatically get OpenID with it. In the name of fairness, of course, I'll have to sign up for Sxip as well. And LID, too. Except not, because they're becoming YADIS. Squishing OpenID and LID together into YADIS is smart, because fence-sitters too busy to actually investigate anything will respond to news of convergence the way Pavlov's dogs respond to bells. (I learned this with bemusement during the SPF/Sender ID/DKIM saga.)
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Getting Meng Loved: Whole Foods
Oct. 29th, 2005 | 11:20 pm
In this regular section, we follow Meng's attempts to find love. In this season, he learns to talk to girls; trades his AFC nature for PUA; becomes totally horrified at himself; and eventually gives it all up and declares celibacy.
After TagCamp, Ingy and Casey swung by Meng's place for a beer. The three Perl rockstars stopped at Whole Foods to get some food for Sunday's impromptu Socialtext geekfest. (They got a lot of sausage for the grill. Does that make it a sausagefest?)
And guess who was at Whole Foods: Cutie Melissa! Meng lent her Anansi Boys a few weeks ago. Today, while showing our three adventurers some vegan highlights, she may have felt a little cornered. She claimed she lost his card and couldn't get in touch with him; she tactfully asked for another. Did she really lose it? Did she throw it away? The Greek chorus says: she isn't interested, she wants our protagonist to just go away, she is just being polite.
Earlier, The Lisa Project called and asked Meng why he was having so much trouble finding a girl. Lisa, like every other girl who's gotten to know Meng, thinks he's a great catch. He must be doing something wrong, though, because girls who don't already know Meng, well, they never get far enough to reach that conclusion. Which takes us back to The Game. Nice guys finish last. But the Greek Chorus has been wrong before.
Ingy may have frightened Melissa a little, first when he explained that he was changing his name to Ingy Dot Net, and second when he kino'ed her butt tattoo.
After TagCamp, Ingy and Casey swung by Meng's place for a beer. The three Perl rockstars stopped at Whole Foods to get some food for Sunday's impromptu Socialtext geekfest. (They got a lot of sausage for the grill. Does that make it a sausagefest?)
And guess who was at Whole Foods: Cutie Melissa! Meng lent her Anansi Boys a few weeks ago. Today, while showing our three adventurers some vegan highlights, she may have felt a little cornered. She claimed she lost his card and couldn't get in touch with him; she tactfully asked for another. Did she really lose it? Did she throw it away? The Greek chorus says: she isn't interested, she wants our protagonist to just go away, she is just being polite.
Earlier, The Lisa Project called and asked Meng why he was having so much trouble finding a girl. Lisa, like every other girl who's gotten to know Meng, thinks he's a great catch. He must be doing something wrong, though, because girls who don't already know Meng, well, they never get far enough to reach that conclusion. Which takes us back to The Game. Nice guys finish last. But the Greek Chorus has been wrong before.
Ingy may have frightened Melissa a little, first when he explained that he was changing his name to Ingy Dot Net, and second when he kino'ed her butt tattoo.
