Now, what news on the Rialto? A sideways look at social networking sites

I try and read every comment made on this blog, I try and follow up every time someone links to me. I want to know what readers are saying about the things I write about. That’s how I learn, through the agreements, the criticisms, the recommendations, the observations. Recently I noticed that Ian Delaney had … Continue reading “Now, what news on the Rialto? A sideways look at social networking sites”

More musings about what makes Facebook different

A few days ago, I commented on the some of the reasons why I thought Facebook was different, and ended with this: So that’s my guess, that Facebook is a multidimensional conversation. Why is that important to the enterprise? Why is it important to work-life balance? These are questions I will seek to answer over … Continue reading “More musings about what makes Facebook different”

Learning from my children, part 97

My eldest daughter’s mobile phone decided to go to that great hunting ground in the sky. Without warning. So she in turn decided to get another one, and to use the opportunity to get it this time in her name rather than mine. Her bill rather than mine. Which meant she shopped around for deals, … Continue reading “Learning from my children, part 97”

Losing my marbles: rambling about play in a bygone age

I’ve been reading William Gibson’s Spook Country for the past few days; it feels different from his earlier books, there’s an increased sense of curious detachment in the observer/narrator. Somewhere within the early pages of the book, Gibson mentions a wooden top in passing. And that’s what this post is about. Wooden tops. And the … Continue reading “Losing my marbles: rambling about play in a bygone age”

Musing about “laziness”

I keep getting told that perception is everything. I don’t know about you, but I’m one of those guys who finds that statement puerile. It’s like telling me “Hypocrisy is OK, live with it”. Not getting my drift? Let me take an example. “Laziness”. Some people get called lazy because you see them lounging around … Continue reading “Musing about “laziness””