Tuesday, 30th September 2025

Stephanie Booth has written a really useful three-part series on "Rebooting The Blogosphere" (activities | interaction | integration) – check it out.  

I identify with a lot of the reflections and ways of thinking about writing in public that Steph's pulled together.  I also feel the enormity of it as a project – we've strayed so far from the times when this kind of writing was the norm – the kind of writing that Dave Winer describes as: "the unedited voice of a person" when asked to define blogging.

That perceived enormity doesn't matter though, because although there's lots for each of us to do, we know (with decades of experience) that this isn't so much a thing that any of us needs do alone, the process of rebooting the blogosphere is by definition a communal act.  I'm grateful to Dave, Steph and anyone else who is keeping the flame alive.


Something is coming together for me in understanding some of what's happening with memes in the wider culture (like the St George's Flag phenomenon in the UK).   It involves Doug Rushkoff's original concept of the media virus, Venkatesh Rao's Internet of Beefs and a hypothesis I'm feeling my way towards that algorithmic feeds of the For You Page type become, over time, the same as anonymous feeds of the 4chan type.  These things together mean that we have a situation where bad actors can win no matter which side they choose, that most media we're exposed to contains an element of grift and that it feels like there is a lack of consequences for lying or misleading people.  It's a jumble still, but writing it down like this helps a little. 


Typepad dies today.  I worked out that I only used it to experiment with video at the end of 2005, so I'm not scrabbling to make a proper archive, there's only enough to merit a screenshot :). The lesblogs would have been the second one where we got a lecture in 'civility' from Mena Trott who co-founded Six Apart, the makers of Typepad.  Videoegg, referenced in the post at the bottom of this picture, went on to buy Six Apart (keeping Typepad but selling off Movable Type).  

Podcast: The Cat and the Console Table

I’d done a day’s work before breakfast this morning. Thanks Geena!

I have to apologise for the LinkedIn-esque final remarks, after a lifetime of thought-leadership and lessons-learned reviews, I just can’t help myself.

The fruits of my labour
The fruits of my labour

Investigations continue, I may have to remove this post later subject to legal action by the accused and her lawyer.

The accused, earlier this week.

Monday, 29th September 2025

I have recurring frustration with the state of the web. I still have a utopian dream and attachment to people using open tools rather than the (semi-)closed platforms to publish their work and knowledge and thinking.

On one level, this is a purely selfish desire. I would rather have one place to go to see and interact with the bits of insta, FB, masto, bluesky, tiktok, youtube, substack, buttondown, patreon et al that I’m in some way “subscribed” to. And I’d like to be able to just put my stuff in one place and know that the people who want to see and interact with it can do so too.

But also, I have a number of communities or groups, of which I’m a member, that I believe could learn and grow together much better if we all had a view into each other’s worlds. This was one of the founding ideas of Tuttle – to see how productive it could get when you regularly brought a bunch of people to the same place in person who were used to creating stuff online together.

And I imagine that there are people who are still working like this, blogging regularly, having creative conversations in the fediverse and using all of that learning and knowledge-sharing to create new things, have new thoughts and find people to collaborate IRL.

But many of the people around me have walked away from writing in public – I have too, it’s hard to write this post without second guessing the responses. But to not write in public feels like a really sad resignation and failure. It feels like letting the bad guys win, and since a lot of bad guys seem to be winning quite often these days, I’m still tempted to believe that there’s a responsibility to put away the closed platforms and only do things that are on the web and controlled by me and to help the people in my communities to do the same.


Ugh, that was all a bit earnest…


My early morning viewing regularly includes the lates from the BBC Archive on YouTube.

This was today. The finished objects themselves are interesting enough, especially to know that they were in such widespread use even in 1974. But the real pull of it for me is these blokes in their workshop in Peckham, talking like South Londoners used to talk. With a craft that they’d gained mastery over throughout their working lives. I know I would go mad if all I had to do all day was make bits of wood, in shapes that I could stick together with glue and fix brass fittings to, but there’s also a romance to the simplicity of these machines and the simplicity of the lives of the men who made them.


Wednesday, 24th September 2025

First morning with the heating on (min temperatures overnight are around 7 or 8ºC).  It feels like magic.  I think it's the memory of when we first moved to a house with central heating (on November 5th 1975).  It felt like real luxury, not to wake up under blankets in a cold room, having to make the dash downstairs to the fire, but to be able to get out of bed and just walk around in your pyjamas.


I'm running again.  C25K W5R2 IYKYK.


Laura and I started a practice 5 years ago this week of telling each other 3 things that we're grateful for when we sit down to dinner – most days it's a good break for both of us from days of striving to achieve.  I think it also kind of marks when we started having dinner together more often than not, before that we'd just see to ourselves, but particularly because pandemic, it became easier for me to just cook for both of us.   We were in Aberdyfi and it was six months since lockdown had started, our first proper trip away from the South East in that time.  

I miss the West of this island.  My old school pal James is posting pics of Harlech and Portmeirion and it reminds me that even though we had a few days in Frinton, it's not the same – I want to see the sun setting (not rising) over the sea.  It's one of the regrets I have about not driving and not having a car – I have a fantasy that if I did, then I'd find it easier to just jump on the M4 and head over to the land of my fathers.


Thursday, 18th September 2025

In bizarrely synchronistic news, I was reminded last night of the Librivox project, my first (and only) contribution to which, I published here twenty years ago tomorrow

I came across it again because I was looking up Thoreau’s essay on Civil Disobedience (for, y’know, contemporary culture reasons). And the Wikipedia page references recordings on Librivox

I believe the Secret Agent project (and Librivox as a whole) was inspired by the AKMA-initiated collaborative reading of Lessig’s Free Culture – which happened in April 2004 just as conversations about podcasting were getting going.

At the time I recorded a chapter, podcasting was in full swing – we even had a conference here! I had achieved what little notoriety I ever would for making podcasts out of me talking to myself while walking around in London. I remember walking up and down the backstreets of Westminster trying to find a suitable location that was close enough to Scotland Yard to feel like it had some local colour. But it was too wet and windy even for my low production standards!

Speaking of production standards, there’s a very samizdat feel to those collaborative recordings that I think we’ve lost touch with in our need to make polished media for each other. Something about the content (yes the actual contents of the work) being more valuable than the presentation.

Friday, 12th September 2025

I spent yesterday back at Conway Hall.  I'm trying to think of other things I've done there other than Interesting (which I helped Russell with for the first three years and which I then attended a couple of times?) There was The Story that Matt Locke did.  I feel like there must be other things but I can't remember them (or find them in any of my archives).  If I've been to or organised something else there with you, do remind me.

Anyway, yesterday was "The Fate of Britain", an Absurd Intelligence/Hard Art production.   It was a brave attempt to pull togther people who are up for alternatives to the so-called "Multifaceted Intersecting Shitshow".  I think it worked – lots of people met new people and made connections.  Some things seem to be clicking into place.  I was glad that I had no responsibility to do anything.  It let me do my quietly unassuming schtick while getting to chat gently with interesting folk, old and new.   It was a chance to get some focus on what's important to me and what sorts of things I can contribute.

It made me laugh that the Camerados' Public Living Room includes oversized underpants to put on to deflate egos somewhat.  I seem to have done something similar 18 years ago at Interesting 2007


 

Scale-wise, inbetween the everyone-in-the-hall sessions and the corridor conversations I went to something on "Building an Intergenerational Movement" convened by Charles Landry.  Interesting parts for me are the need for third spaces to practice this stuff (tempered with the need to work the tensions  with homophily and propinquity), but also that there's a lot of bollocks talked (by people of all ages, and not necessarily those in the room) about generational differences and similarities and what to do about it.  I also felt the tension between those people who seem to have been rewarded with power in our world despite (or perhaps because of) their tendency to act childishly and those people (towards the lower end of the age range) who feel they're subject to enforced infantilism by economic circumstances that make it impossible to attain some of the markers of maturity like buying a house, or having a coherent career.


I was reminded by something in a conversation with Vanessa Chamberlin at lunchtime about this place being mine and being a place to write like there's nobody reading.  Part of that is about me not needing to explain everything in the above couple of paragraphs before I hit the Publish button.  It's frustrating, but there are a bazillion things I want to write about and if I try to write in the way that I think is required for publication (writing like somebody really clever and important reading),  I end up either with a long list of bullet points or a very long and boring exploration of one thing. I hold onto the hope that writing things and not explaining everything immediately is better than not writing at all (or writing in sekrit places that nobody will ever see).


I'm a bit shit sometimes – in particular when it comes to relying on other people to tell stories about me rather than me telling them for myself (by which I mean that I think I should be better at doing it myself instead of relying on others so much…)


Wednesday, 3rd September

Today would have been my Dad’s 88th birthday (two fat ladies – 88!). He was 2 years old when WW2 started. When I was 2 (and three quarters) it was his 30th birthday and I recently found a recording of him and me “talking” on that day. If I can find it again easily (it’s digitised but not indexed!) I’ll post it. In it, he’s doing the most ridiculous (to me) BBC accent. That wasn’t how he spoke usually, except sometimes on the phone or when he knew he was being recorded. He told me once that he had auditioned to be a newsreader, but that John Edmunds had got the job. After he died, my mother told me that when she met him, he wanted three things – to have children, to play in a band and to programme computers. He did all three very well.


As we get settled into doing Living Culture Coffee Mornings regularly, I’m starting to think about ways that we can do things together that represent some sort of “capture” of the thinking and interactions between people in the room. I wrote (eighteen months ago?!?) about the kinds of problems I’ve encountered before with this and how the ‘metalabel’ platform might help. And I’m starting to see how doing that might also be a way into changing the relationship between such groups and the premises that they meet in.

One of the problems in that kind of relationship is that the rental model is dominant. If you have a space (especially in a big city like London) you’re “obliged” to make money out of people who book it for their own use. In the case of businesses who want to hire a meeting room or conference facilty, then that’s just an acceptable cost of doing business that you can either cover yourself or else you pass on to the people who come to your event. But if you have a space that you want to be available to a wide range of people and groups to do interesting and socially useful things, neither the organisers nor the participants necessarily have a great deal of cash to cover this and they aren’t usually thinking about how to generate revenue to pay for it because that’s just not the priority for these creative sorts of activities.

At early prototypes of Tuttle our hosts were (initially) happy with how much coffee we were buying and grateful for any extra that we could raise by passing the hat. But the more successful and popular we became, the more that the space owners saw an imbalance between what we werer getting from being there and what they were seeing in the cash register.

At C4CC we kind of got around that by having a long(er)-term relationship with the University and the Colleges but in the end it came to the same point from the hirer’s point of view – money goes in, but doesn’t really come out. Now in the case of a University, you’d hope that they might be used to the idea of investing in order to create value in the wider economy, but under the pressures of the London property market, the obsession with opportunity costs makes such relationships much more transactional and therefore vulnerable.

During my time at Guildford URC, we got around this by centralising all bookings in one person (fortunately not me!), supported by the trustees where necessary and having a flexible mix of standard rates and pay-what-you-can (even if that’s £0.00) while (mostly) resisting the temptation to take big sums from people who weren’t otherwise particularly aligned with the mission.

So now we’re doing coffee mornings monthly (and, I keep teasing, possibly weekly) and wondering whether there’s an opportunity to do things differently. Something to fill the gap between “you’ve got to pay for everything” (which excludes people without a business model) and “it’s all free!” (which risks being over-run with people who do have a business model, and you’re just reducing their costs) If you have a space that’s supposed to be about learning and spiritual growth and you have an event programme that reflects that, might there be a way to satisfy at least some of the need for rent *and* help build community between all of your “hirers” by also making and selling things for the mutual benefit of both the groups who make them and the space that hosts them?

See we really need better words than “hirers” and “space owners” – for this kind of thing the relationship needs to be about something other than the economic roles we’re playing.

If you’re interested in how this might work, then come along on Friday.


Oh the flags? I think the flags are just another instance of political trolling. Why are they doing it? I don’t think that the people putting up flags are reliable witnesses when it comes to asking what their motivations are. I think they believe what they’re saying, but the underlying motivation that gets erased is “to make snowflakes like you melt” – it’s the reaction to the action that feeds the whole thing. And I do think there are people who are coming at this as a way of stirring dissent. We encourage one group to do something that will really trigger another group. But I don’t think that the people putting up the flags and shouting about how it’s just patriotism are the ones that are benefiting most from all of us shouting at each other.

Now that most of our social media platforms are essentially corporatised 4chan we have to be even more vigilant about not feeding the trolls.

Tuesday, 2nd September 2025

Overheard in a medical setting:

“Have you brought a urine sample?”

“No, I couldn’t because I don’t have a wotsit”

me: eyes widening… and trying not to look at the receptionist

turns out that by “wotsit”, they meant “sample bottle”


20 years ago, podcasting felt like (and mostly *was*) a DIY movement. It was part of the fun to have to jump through all sorts of hurdles to get your stuff out there. It felt highly unlikely that more than a handful of people would ever hear it. That made the few who did hear it and who let you know that they’d heard it, feel close to you, whether they liked it or not.

Now I can put a short video on YouTube or TikTok and within a few hours see hundreds of “views” from people who I’ll never hear from again. And what I make is in some sort of weird competition with people selling products, ideas and ideologies.

All the talk in 2005 was about how to make production easier for creators and discovery easier for listeners. Discovery is still not great for longer-form content, but I can reach a lot more people than I ever could before, with way less effort.

Which just shows how meaningless “reach” can be. I’m not entirely convinced that we’re any better off now than we used to be. When a comment from someone on YouTube turns into a relationship where I end up sitting face to face with someone, grinning at the ridiculousness of it all, I might change my mind. Till then, keep on posting!


I was reminded today of the point in my life where I needed to sleep until I was ready to work and then work until I was ready to sleep. Few other calls on my time. I don’t *miss* it, but it worked for a while.


Monday, 1st September 2025

Pinch, punch, first of the month (no returns!)

I picked this up when I went to see the memorial to Nick at St Bride’s a couple of months ago. It has sat on my desk since then and this morning I thought I ought to at least try reading it properly.

I’m not going to try to convince or argue with anyone who is unable to read this because of the first and last lines. My own feeling is that I don’t think it really matters what you think the mechanics are, I do hold a wish that the will of those among us whose work it is to write what many read can be strengthened and pointed in the direction of the highest good for all. That such people (including me) might be bold in confronting evil and injustice. And that we might use our power with honesty and courage, respect and integrity so that I can face myself and my peers (and whatever might or might not come after this life).


The same unwillingness to convince or argue is a feature of the Living Culture Coffee Mornings (next one this Friday!) – they’re not for discussing angels and pinheads. Much more like whatever you do or don’t believe about how the universe works, what’s the best thing for us all to be doing that might help us get along better?


Yes, I’ve got something to say about flags. I’m not sure I’ve got it all straight in my head yet though.