I spend half of the morning just trying to wake up, and half the evening just trying to calm down, and occasionally I just click the third link of any website i find myself off, and the third link from there, and so on. The internet is a great, large museum. I am reminded of a Borges story, about the library both vast and unending.
Perhaps Clusterflock, Kottke, oh and so on and so on are librarians of the greatest order, of the last unknown, cataloging the internet itself, for those who stumble here, wanting to think that there is still wonder, that there is still good, somewhere in the furthest reaches of what seems dark and unknowable.
Perhaps Borges has said it best; “Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalogue of catalogues; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.”
I’m thinking it was through swissmiss, though Google’s only returning a half-dozen hits for “clusterflock” on the site. Somewhere or other, I guess. After I’d forwarded my half-dozenth link from here to a friend, I decided that maybe I’d just start talking back to y’all.
jandeck, your quote reminds me of a future prediction made by Brian Eno:
A new type of artist arises: someone whose task is to gather together existing but overlooked pieces of amateur art, and, by directing attention onto them, to make them important. (This is part of a much larger theory of mine about the new role of curatorship, the big job of the next century.)
I like this Clusterflock-curated view of the internet, and the wider world beyond.
For me, it was quite by accident. I barely even bothered with the internet with the exception of a few academic blogs. I was vaguely aware of the bloated sector of political blogs since a number of my friends were politic activists and campaign managers but I had never heard of kottke, gawker, metafilter, or any other of the myriad of blogs I read today. In short, I assumed the internet was full of crap.
Then one day I stumbled upon clusterflock, bored at work with nothing to do (honestly!), through a now defunct blog, Junkmail For Blankets, and discovered all the gems of the blogosphere we all know and love.
I’ve been reading since at least April 2006 (and maybe a bit before that even), but I have no idea how I found the site. But I’m glad I did.
And Andrew, any advice on how sites like CF and kottke.org can reach curious, interested, and interesting folks like you who thinks the internet sucks would be appreciated. I look at the number of people who read my site and others like it and, yeah, that’s a lot of people, but I feel like there’s so many more people out there who would enjoy these sites if only they knew they existed.
Before my present job, I worked in the archives of the local public library. One day, we got word that a librarian position that had been posted forever for our department had been filled. We managed to get the name of the new hire out of our boss, and preceded to Google him.
The new hire turned out to be Aaron Winslow, and one of the first links to come up turned out to be his Clusterflock profile page.
I refer to the site belonging to Mr. Kottke. Occasioinally I lose track of the fact that Kottke is in fact his surname, and as such probably ought be capitalized.
http://www.kottke.org - Jason often linked to you so decided to start reading from the source.
I spend half of the morning just trying to wake up, and half the evening just trying to calm down, and occasionally I just click the third link of any website i find myself off, and the third link from there, and so on. The internet is a great, large museum. I am reminded of a Borges story, about the library both vast and unending.
Perhaps Clusterflock, Kottke, oh and so on and so on are librarians of the greatest order, of the last unknown, cataloging the internet itself, for those who stumble here, wanting to think that there is still wonder, that there is still good, somewhere in the furthest reaches of what seems dark and unknowable.
Perhaps Borges has said it best; “Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalogue of catalogues; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.”
Through kottke. Since then, I’ve been reading…
Through Cooper Renner.
Renner.
We had a few drinks, got talkin’ and well, here we are…
Cooper Renner, via elimae.
Ever since Deron guest posted on Kottke.
By reading something on kottke that was attributed to the ‘flock.
I’m thinking it was through swissmiss, though Google’s only returning a half-dozen hits for “clusterflock” on the site. Somewhere or other, I guess. After I’d forwarded my half-dozenth link from here to a friend, I decided that maybe I’d just start talking back to y’all.
jandeck, your quote reminds me of a future prediction made by Brian Eno:
I like this Clusterflock-curated view of the internet, and the wider world beyond.
Through you.
via Amy
For me, it was quite by accident. I barely even bothered with the internet with the exception of a few academic blogs. I was vaguely aware of the bloated sector of political blogs since a number of my friends were politic activists and campaign managers but I had never heard of kottke, gawker, metafilter, or any other of the myriad of blogs I read today. In short, I assumed the internet was full of crap.
Then one day I stumbled upon clusterflock, bored at work with nothing to do (honestly!), through a now defunct blog, Junkmail For Blankets, and discovered all the gems of the blogosphere we all know and love.
through Cooper
Deron told me about it when he was starting it up. There, I just namedropped.
Deron shouted “clusterflock!” during sex.
Deron invited me to join. Because I’m special. Not during sex. Well, I’m special during sex, just not with Deron.
Shit.
kottke….
I’ve been reading since at least April 2006 (and maybe a bit before that even), but I have no idea how I found the site. But I’m glad I did.
And Andrew, any advice on how sites like CF and kottke.org can reach curious, interested, and interesting folks like you who thinks the internet sucks would be appreciated. I look at the number of people who read my site and others like it and, yeah, that’s a lot of people, but I feel like there’s so many more people out there who would enjoy these sites if only they knew they existed.
Before my present job, I worked in the archives of the local public library. One day, we got word that a librarian position that had been posted forever for our department had been filled. We managed to get the name of the new hire out of our boss, and preceded to Google him.
The new hire turned out to be Aaron Winslow, and one of the first links to come up turned out to be his Clusterflock profile page.
kottke
I refer to the site belonging to Mr. Kottke. Occasioinally I lose track of the fact that Kottke is in fact his surname, and as such probably ought be capitalized.
Jason, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? I’ll put my thinking cap on and let you know what I come up with.
Luke Burbank of Too Beautiful To Live, weeknights on News/Talk 710 KIRO.
(rawr)
(awesome)
MGS, via Cooper via, elimae.