The northlondonhippy

Archive for July, 2009

That’s a fairly bold statement up there in the title. How will I ever live up to its promise?

Simple, its completely transformed how I interact with the internet. (And please note not “simples”. I am sick of that shit already).

Again, another fairly large claim about a “complete transformation” of my surfing habits.

I ain’t lyin’ neither.

In the old days, I used a browser to explore the internet. I’d plug something into a search engine and let it transport me to another site, which might then lead me to yet another site, and so on and so forth, until I returned to the search engine to start again. Of course, I bookmarked sites too, but the point is I had to think of a site I wished to check out, then navigate to it again.

Over time, I developed my own internet rituals, visiting my favourite sites on a regular or semi-regular basis, checking for new content. This style of surfing meant I would occasionally arrive at a site to discover it hadn’t changed since my last visit, but I wouldn’t find that out until the page loaded and wasted some of my valuable online time.

And then, I discovered RSS feeds and readers. Suddenly, I didn’t have to visit all of my favourite sites to check for anything, instead I waited for their headlines to arrive in my regularly refreshed RSS reader. If I wanted to explore the article further, I could click once and easily open the page in my browser.

But RSS readers don’t work in real time, there’s no push-type system to receive the headlines. Instead, they refresh automatically at a pre-defined interval or if you are a bit obsessive like me, manually refreshing every 10 seconds just in case. It worked, but it wasn’t perfect.

Then I discovered Twitter and Twitter clients. The “client” part is important, because if you’re accessing Twitter via your browser, you are missing out on some of its usefulness. I’ll come back to that.

Twitter is more than just reading about what people had for breakfast. There are other meals and snacks to read about too.

No, what I really mean is beyond following individuals, you can also follow websites. Websites with RSS feeds can marry them up with a service like TwitterFeed and auto-generate a tweet linking to new content published on their site.

I use TwitterFeed here on my site and it auto-generates a tweet to my Twitter account, @nthlondonhippy with the title & first line of the post, along with a shortened bit ly link to the full text.

Admittedly my site is not the busiest in the world, but if you are following me on Twitter, you will be alerted to any new content. Even if you are not following me, you still may discover the tweet and it might even be how you ended up here right now.

I would speculate that around a third of the accounts I follow on Twitter are auto-generated from websites I regularly visit. Headlines and links flow onto my computer’s desktop via my preferred Twitter client, which at present is TweetDeck.

I follow many news outlets, loads of the Guardian newspaper’s Twitter accounts, the New York Times, various Apple and gadget sites, celebrity news sites, conspiracy sites, all sorts really. My tastes are varied and diverse, but luckily so are the choices available to everyone on Twitter. If you’re interested in something, chances are there’s a Twitter feed (or 20!) that would cater to you.

Twitter is also a frightening good source for breaking news. As Twitter exists in the “nearly now” and moves in real time, when something happens anywhere in the world, it doesn’t take long for it to bubble up to the surface.

There’s an organisation that uses Twitter for just this purpose, @BreakingNews – BNO News, which is run by a 19 year-old in the Netherlands. They’re scary fast and often beat the more traditional old-style media outlets by 10-15 minutes. In the age of “now”, that’s quite an edge.

And yes, I do work in the old-media, but it doesn’t worry me. The smart old-media outfits will adapt and change with technology and most of them have started already. Twitter is re-writing the rules here too.

This is where a Twitter client really comes into its own. If you’re logging onto Twitter via their website, you are presented with a fairly usable interface, with one flaw, it doesn’t refresh automatically. To see new tweets, you must manually refresh the page. It works, but its not ideal.

A Twitter client is a stand-alone app, that sits independently on your desktop and they can refresh in real time or nearly. Many of them are feature-rich and allow you to do all sorts of cool things with Twitter, often with one-click.

I have been using TweetDeck for a while, but there are others available, most of them have free versions, so you can try them out and see if they work for you. I like TweetDeck because it is column based and is collapsable into a single column, which is how I run it most of the time.

With TweetDeck, you can have separate columns for your main feed, your mentions, your DMs plus you can create other columns to filter your stream even more. You can search with a hashtag and see real-time results and you can create groups from your main followers list too.

You can also do things like reply, send a DM or retweet with one click, as well as following and unfollowing with the same ease.

With it set up like this, a quick occasional glance keeps me up to date and can alert me to anything that might interest me, while I do other things on my computer. Like write this post.

While I’ve been working on this fine piece of Twitter related prose, I’ve helped someone with an iMovie ’09 question and replied to several tweets addressed directly to me. I don’t see it as a distraction, but rather it augments whatever I’m doing and in this case, actually informs and enriches it.

If I have any sort of question that I haven’t been able to answer with more traditional means, like search engines or forum posts, I’ll tweet it. Before long, an answer will come back, one that wouldn’t have been easy to find any other way. Call it the collective knowledge and experience of everyone interacting on Twitter at that moment, or the “hive mind” if you will, but whatever you call it, it is a quite powerful tool.

You can instantly collect opinions and reactions to something from a broad cross section of the planet, or find local knowledge of an event or situation right now.

Twitter has become my point of call for just about everything online. I use it to keep track of the news, of websites I like and subjects that matter to me. I engage in dialogue with other, like minded people, sharing my own knowledge while at the same time, benefiting from other’s.

More significantly, I don’t surf in the same way I used to; I don’t really browse using a browser any more. Instead of seeking out subjects of interest to me, I have them streamed onto my desktop continuously and in real-time, cherry picking the specific pages I want to see and only then opening them up in my browser.

Just as the internet has evolved in the last 10 years, from slow dial-up connections with mainly text-only pages to fast, always on-broadband and media-rich content, our ways of interacting with the internet have changed too.

Twitter has become my internet aggregator, my media and information filter. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Is it too soon to tell?

How about you?

Has Twitter changed your surfing habits? Do you use it as I do? Or have you found some other benefit I may be overlooking? I’d genuinely like to hear from anyone who might have any thoughts, so please feel free to tweet me and include my Twitter ID: @nthlondonhippy in your tweet, to make sure I see it and respond. Thanks!

You might not have heard, but Michael Jackson kicked the bucket recently. You’d think that sort of news would get around.

In truth, it did get around, shockingly fast. Thanks to TMZ.com and Twitter, the sad news spread around the world at the speed of tweet.

And just for today, MJ doesn’t mean marijuana here, it stands for Michael Jackson.

I was working the night he died, just heading into the office as the news broke.

I was early and paused outside the building to have one last smoke before going to my desk. As I flicked through a Twitter app on my iPhone. I caught one of the first tweets that stated MJ had been rushed to hospital in an ambulance with a suspected heart attack.

A colleague of mine joined me at this point and as he lit up a cigarette of his own, I told him what I had just read and we started speculating on “what if” it turned out to be the worst case and he was dead.

For both of us, working overnight in a newsroom, MJ’s death translated into utter fucking chaos for many, many hours. Whatever the outcome, I knew it was going to be a nasty-assed night.

In reality, it exceeded my expectations.

Beyond that, the rest of my night at work is not really important. It was yet another busy one, dealing with a large breaking story. I’ve had countless nights like that.

It wasn’t until after that night, and the subsequent few at work, that I really had the chance to consider the significance and magnitude of his death. That’s not meant to be an overstatement, its huge news that will carry on running for a long time, as will MJ Inc. which will exploit his passing even more than the media ever could.

Before you start thinking I’m some mega-fan of MJ’s, I’d like to take a moment to point out that I’m not. I didn’t hate his music either and I can appreciate his undeniable talent, I was just never a fan of his solo stuff.

As a child, I did like the Jackson 5, but it was practically children’s music. A-B-C, its easy as 1-2-3… It was like Sesame Street does Motown, before Sesame Street existed.

I liked some of his music videos, because they were innovative, ground was broken with several, but I never bought an MJ record.

I should also mention that I believed the allegations about him. Always did, still do. Perhaps its just my view of the smoke+fire equation, but everything I read about it, makes me think there’s something to it.

Everyone seems to be skipping over that part of the story right now, perhaps I should too.

I’m old enough to have vivid memories of Elvis Presley dying. Its difficult to really explain how momentous this was at the time. Elvis was even younger than MJ when he died, all bloated, pinching a loaf while squatting on the bowl.

Not a pretty picture.

Elvis was big when he was alive, they didn’t call him “the King” for nothing, but in death Elvis was even bigger. You only have to look at his estate’s accounts to see that he’s grossed more money since he died than he ever did alive.

Now, think of the “King of Pop”, or MJ Inc. as I’ve been thinking of it. MJ’s music is more modern, his audience is still on the young side. Elvis’s audience was mature when he ate his last fried banana sandwich, yet he has still kept on selling.

Also, MJ’s music sounds more modern, it can easily sit on the radio along side music being released today. An Elvis song sounds old, because they pretty much all are now; perhaps “dated” would be a more appropriate description.

I liked Elvis, I thought he was cool, at least until his 1968 comeback special. If you’ve never seen it, it really is worth your time. After that, he kind of became a parody of himself, which was sad to see. I do have one Elvis CD, a compilation of his Number 1 hits.

And even though I like Elvis, I’ve still managed to make a couple of jokes at his expense. Imagine the MJ jokes I could make; or better yet, don’t imagine, just think of some you’ve already heard from your mates.

Only the really funny ones, please.

Its too soon, we have to continue to feign reverence for a while longer, before we can stop whispering the jokes and speak them out in full voice, in a crowded room, to thunderous laughter without a hint of shame. Try it now and all you’ll get are muffled giggles and undeniable gasps.

No one dubbed MJ the “King of Pop”, the title was self-anointed following a spontaneous introduction when being presented with an award. Once adopted, MJ’s PR people forced the media to refer to him as “King of Pop” and after a while it stuck.

Now, no one could take that crown away from him if they tried.

His death was tragic, as is any death at a relatively young age, but his is made more so because of his immense talent. If ever there was a tortured artist…

MJ didn’t have a conventional childhood. How could he when he was rehearsing and performing from such a young age. His father sounded like quite a taskmaster, which is polite speak for motivating Michael and his brothers by beatin’ on their ass(es).

Michael told Oprah as much on tv, so it must be true.

MJ was screwed up, dysfunctional even, but I believe the current, accepted term to describe him is: eccentric.

The problem with being the King, be it Elvis or MJ, is no one ever says “no” to you. For Elvis, it was fatty foods and prescription drugs, for MJ, well we can be fairly certain it wasn’t fatty foods.

If we believe what we’re reading in the media, then MJ was using all sorts of doctor prescribed goodies that most likely killed him. Most disturbing is the report of one of the drugs being Propinal (AKA Diprovan), a powerful anaesthetic that should only be administered in a hospital because it is a continuous IV drip and requires full monitoring by a qualified doctor. The risks include respiratory arrest, which is fancy doctor-speak for: shit, he’s completely stopped breathing!

Fuck. Why didn’t I hear of this before? Talk about a celebrity endorsement! Where can I get my own private medical doctor to come round and make a few days just zip right by, while I’m comatose and probably millimetres from death? All the cool kids are going to want to do some POP (PrOPinal = POP as in the King of, its new, street name).

How messed up in the head do you have to be to want to be dosed up like you were having your appendix removed? How much would you want to escape both the entire world and yourself?

And what sort of licensed physician would administer that to someone privately, in their own home? Don’t they take an oath that says something like, “First, do no harm?”

Playing with anaesthetics sounds seriously harmful to me.

Which brings me back to where I started, with this becoming an ongoing news story. One of the biggest, most controversial pop stars in the world died suddenly, possibly at the hands of someone else.

Yes, I am talking murder.

And so is the LA Police, or so it would seem to me. Just because they say they don’t suspect foul play, doesn’t mean they don’t suspect something foul happened.

If I was to gamble, I’d say someone will end up being charged in connection with his death. Someone will become known as the man (or woman) who killed Michael Jackson.

And even though his funeral and public memorial are today, this story will run for years and years.

Expect more revelations about his private life to be competing with the twists and turns in the legal battles, criminal and civil, while he continues to break records for music sales and MJ Inc. makes hundreds of millions.

What does it say about our society that we can worship someone for their talent, while being fascinated by their eccentricity, yet repulsed by their alleged proclivities?

As a character, MJ is about as complex and rich a tapestry as you’re likely to find.

And what does it say about our society that so many talented people, in so many different areas of the arts, are so tragically fucked up? MJ’s not the first mega-star to succumb to such a sad end.

He won’t be the last, either.

I flirted with Twitter for around 6 months before I properly signed up and started tweeting. I didn’t really get it at first, which is not unusual, for it has become a virtual sub-culture on the internet, with its own rules and etiquette, that must be observed if you wish to play a part.

By rules, I don’t mean anything official, perhaps conventions or an informal code of practise would be more accurate, but for simplicities sake, I’ll stick to “rules”.

As I’ve used Twitter, I’ve developed my own set of rules, or rather they’ve evolved as I’ve learned bit by bit what works for me.

And that’s what I believe is the key to Twitter, learning what “works for you”. Different people use it in different ways and I’m going to share few things I’ve picked up since I started tweeting.

Following people:

At first, I really didn’t know who to follow beyond @wossy and @stephenfry and while they are both entertaining and prolific tweeters, it wasn’t enough to make Twitter worth my time. And its one thing following celebrities, they expect your attention and adoration, but how do you find other people to follow?

I was a bit shy about following people at first, after all you are choosing to learn a great deal about someone who is a random stranger on the internet, but I’m far less so now.

When I started, I only really followed people who followed me first. Silly, eh? Don’t be afraid to follow someone if you want to, even if their updates are protected with a padlock. Mostly, that’s to keep out spammers and pornbots, not genuine people like you. Occasionally, an account is truly private, but I’ve yet to personally encounter one.

Nearly all of us are on Twitter because we want to be followed. And who wouldn’t want some cool rockin’ hippy like me trailing them in cyberspace? Now tell me, what colour is your thong today?

Unfollowing:

Occasionally, I unfollow someone and if it is you I unfollowed, I don’t mean any disrespect. The biggest reason I unfollow people is they tweet too often and its meaningless crap – and that’s my job on Twitter!

Recently, I’ve unfollowed people because of the content of their tweets. I’m rarely offended, so if you managed to offend me, you’ve said something extremely loathsome. And I’ve unfollowed people who’ve signed up for advertising tweets – I don’t want your stream to be interrupted by a word from YOUR sponsor. It reduces Twitter’s value for everyone.

Followers:

Its not a numbers game. Don’t be suckered into thinking that it is.

At first, I was concerned about how many followers I had, and what people would think of me, if I didn’t have many. I soon learned the number of people following you doesn’t matter as much as the quality of your followers. And if the quality of your tweets is high, you will attract followers soon enough.

If you have a smaller number of like-minded people following you, that beats millions of random followers any day.

If I cared about the numbers, I’d let all the spammers and marketeers continue to follow me, but I don’t – I block them. If I did leave them in place, it would probably double my number of followers.

If you follow me, I won’t automatically follow you back. I might follow you, but only after I’ve had a look at your profile to see if your style of tweets would be interesting to me. If I don’t follow you, please don’t be offended. I only take a quick look and then make a snap decision. Sometimes I get it wrong.

And if you want me to follow you, just send me an @ message and I will. There are too many “online marketing specialists” who can help me make money on Twitter trying to follow me, or girls who want to show me their sexy private pictures, for it to be sensible to automatically follow back.

Finding people:

I stumble upon new people all the time, in many different ways.

Sometimes, someone using a hashtag I’m tracking will catch my attention.

I often look at who other people are following or followed by as well. And on occasion, I see someone I’m following exchanging @ messages with someone and while following the conversation thread, the new person catches my attention.

A lot of people think #followfriday is another good way to find new people, as its the day to recommend new people for you to follow. I have to be honest, I still don’t really get the etiquette of the whole thing. To me, every one of the nearly 500 accounts I’m following are worth it, or I wouldn’t be following them. So I choose people to recommend, knowing I’ve probably unintentionally left someone very worthy out, or I’ve embarrassed someone by recommending them. Clearly, I’m too neurotic to be playing in public with strangers.

My tweets:

I make a lot of jokes, or at least I try to, but some fall flat on their faces. I am occasionally serious, sincere, angry (more than occasionally), but mostly I am sarcastic with a dash of irony.

I tend to treat Twitter like one giant open-mike night and let my inner-comedian run wild. If you worked with me or hung out with me in person, it wouldn’t be much different, only I would type less.

The important thing is I don’t tweet anything that I would be embarrassed or ashamed of later. I’m polite and friendly to others, but most importantly I am true to myself.

It helps that I’ve blogged a long time and have learned how much of myself to share with the wider world. Too fucking much!

DM’s and @ messages:

I try to reply to all I receive, as long as you are not offering me a free MacBook Air or telling me how to get 16K followers in a week, and make money doing it!

If I haven’t replied to your message, its because I probably missed it. And Twitter’s not perfect, as some messages and tweets get missed out from client to client. I know this because I use a variety of methods to read my tweets and messages and I can see that sometimes things aren’t exactly the same from client to client or device to device.

Twitter is fast moving plus I keep weird hours most of the time so I do occasionally miss things.

If its important, message me again – I’d rather have your message twice, then have you think I was ignoring you.

I’m happy to hear from anyone, especially if you’re in Nigeria or a member of the US military in Iraq and looking to transfer large sums of cash into my bank account.

Invest time

You need to properly invest time interacting on Twitter. You can’t just send the same tweet over and over, selling your product or service. People won’t pay attention, they’ll classify you as noise.

Start out slowly, gradually building your network. Give more than you receive on Twitter, if you can answer someone’s question accurately, then do it. Don’t be self-centred or self-serving – people can smell it a mile off and will avoid you.

Know what you want from Twitter:

This is the best advice I’ve found on using Twitter, so I will pass it along. Think about what you want to get out of Twitter and be focused on that.

If you want to extend your social network, or use it to promote a product or service, go for it, but do it well. There are many guides available on how best to use Twitter for your business. Heed their advice.

I won’t lie, I joined to promote my website and “brand”. Are you shocked? Saddened? Will you not look upon me with the same adoration you had for me yesterday? I’m crushed.

Its worked, I’ve seen a dramatic upward spike in visitors to my site since I started tweeting regularly.

What I didn’t expect but found anyway, is a community of extremely nice, kind, helpful, genuine people.

I’m quite reclusive by nature and more than a bit of a loner, but I find myself exchanging @ messages with people quite frequently. Its an unanticipated, yet welcome benefit of being a member of the Twitter community.

Now, I wonder how many of them would loan me some money? I don’t need a lot, just a few grand to get this shylock off my back. You don’t want to see a certain north London based hippy with shattered knee-caps, do you?

Dig it, hep cats. Your hippy’s back and he’s bigger, badder and higher than ever!

Ok, some of that first statement may not be true. Please allow me to deconstruct it for you:

- I haven’t been anywhere, therefore I can’t be “back”

- I’m still the same height I’ve been since I was 16. I’m not “bigger”, unless you count my ego and I don’t.

- I’ve always been pretty bad, short of murdering someone, I don’t think it would be possible for me to be “badder”.

- I’m always high, so how could be “higher”? “Higher” than what?

So basically, I’ve already wasted 30 seconds of your valuable surfing time with utter nonsense and bullshit. What a start!

Truth is, much like London, my brain is a bit fried from the heat. This week’s been a bit unbearable. And don’t forget the humidity!

How could I ever forget the sickening, thick heavy feel of the atmosphere around me this week? It would be fine if I was on holiday in the Med on a sandy beach, lying in the shade with frozen daiquiris brought to me whenever I snapped my fingers, but I’m not. Instead, I’m stuck in my north London ghetto hell.

My lair is brilliant in the winter, it holds on to heat like nobody’s business, but in the summer that quality is a curse. Also, I have a small, southern facing conservatory, which acts as a super-efficient solar heater for the entire house. It hit a balmy 46 degrees C in there this week, which easily boosts the overall temp in my house to 32 or 33 degrees C.

In other words, fucking hot!

And before you ask, the conservatory does have blinds, on the ceiling and windows, light coloured, but they don’t seem to make a difference. I’m considering replacing them with totally opaque blinds, that reflect light and heat. I’ve thought about it before, but its a big job that I couldn’t do myself.

Anyway, I’ve got countless fans, a couple of dehumidifiers (which rock!) and a giant air conditioner, which help a bit, but can’t compete with the fierce effects of the conservatory. I can just about make it comfortable to sit on the sofa in my living room, but so much as shift position or god-forbid stand up, and its suddenly like entering a sauna.

London wasn’t built for tropical weather, certainly my 100+ year old house wasn’t. Its early in the summer to be sweltering like this.

I don’t see how anyone can deny climate change when they have litres of sweat running off their foreheads and into their eyes. Trust me, it stings.

I wonder if I could get planning permission to put a swimming pool into my tiny back garden. Clearly nothing Olympic sized, just a small plunge pool for cooling off. How much of a bribe would it take? And how much would the pool cost?

All more than I would want to spend.

One just has to accept that its going to be a long, hot, horrible summer in the city and do whatever you can to just get through it.

And if the heat doesn’t getcha, there’s always the swine flu.

Health authorities in the UK announced this week that swine flu can now not be contained, and they are expecting 100,000 new cases a day by the end of August. I also read that as many as 40 people a day could be dying from it in that time as well. Shouldn’t we be panicking?

We’re not panicking because its all very abstract. It will become much scarier when you hear about swine flu taking someone you know. If this is going to be as bad as they say, we’ll all find ourselves in the position of knowing a victim eventually. Oh dear.

So far, there have only been 4 deaths from swine flu in the UK and all of them have had the following code used to describe their deaths: they also suffered from underlying health issues. In other words, you’re more likely to die if you have something else seriously wrong with you.

That probably won’t always be the case and it will start killing otherwise healthy, fit people. Ut oh.

Damn, I’ve come over all apocalyptic. Well, when faced with the fires of hell and a pig-based plague from Satan, do you blame me?