Otherwhere

There are three types of websites that I can discern: those that attempt to keep users from browsing outside them, those that encourage users to leave them, and those that strike a balance. Of these, the ones I most regularly find useful or interesting, and the ones that I return to, are the ones that point elsewhere.

It’s not coincidental that most of my favourite sites are created by individuals. Most companies have a vested interest in keeping eyes on their products and away from their competitors’; it’s a rare one that will point to another and say they do good work too. Personal sites, on the other hand–especially weblogs–are all about sending readers to other places that have more information or different perspectives, or that the author just finds interesting, at appropriate points.

Hardly a revelation, I know, particularly to anyone who reads this irregular little screed and others like it, but I thought it needed saying. Now go away and find something more interesting.

Trendy

Mark Pilgrim and Jeffrey Zeldman have put big round things on their home pages. Eric Meyer provides two choices of round thing. Jason Kottke has a square thing. Combined, are all of these perhaps a nod to simpler web design?

Probably not. But maybe. After all, two points form a line; five points are a trend. As Kottke says, If someone else is doing something that works, why change it?

And who am I to buck a trend? Here’s a bunch of round things (in rectangular things), some writing about other round things, and Rosalita Whyte of The Third Floor demonstrating the correct use of even more round things. At least I’m not inflicting this round thing on you on every visit:

A photo of my shiny bald noggin.

Wide World of Words

I’ve updated the code behind the pages to a more modern and flexible system and at the same time amended the design to make pages quicker to load and less fussy in appearance. An additional benefit is that the site is now more accessible to visitors with disabilities.

Michael Quinion, World Wide Words

In other words, WWW is now–almost–a valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional site. (Those darned character entity references in URLs… happens to the best of us.)

Mark Pilgrim and Ian Hickson might not be overjoyed. There’s lots of semantic information in the classes, what appears (to me, at least) to be appropriate use of the meta element, and even Dublin Core metadata; he even uses curly apostrophes. However, there are two things I think Mark and Ian would recommend: respectively, using the cite tag to mark up words and phrases quoted for themselves (particularly instead of <em class="citedform">), and using heading tags (h1, h2, etc.) in place of structures like <p class="heading"> and <p class="sectiontag" style="margin-top:0.5em">.

But you know what? (That’s you as in all y’all, of course.) It’s still a cool site, and I go back again and again. Content is king, and Michael Quinion has some 1250 pages that say he da man.

Synchronicity

I threw open the door and there stood a lovely, tall, rather shy man holding an egg. Hello, I said. Hello, he said, I am wondering if I might borrow an egg. You see, I only have one and what I really need is two.

Lenni Jabour, The Story of the Third Floor (December 2002 edition)

[Relationships are] totally irrational and crazy and absurd and, but, uh, I guess we keep going through it because, uh, most of us need the eggs.

Woody Allen, Annie Hall

The appearance of Lenni’s egg story in December, shortly after I created my Eggs category (named as such after Allen’s quote), fits the definition of synchronicity exactly: events which coincide in time and appear meaningfully related but have no discoverable causal connection.

(Hey, it’s been almost two months since my last Lenni entry of any substance. Y’all were thinking I’d forgotten, weren’t you?)

Al Hirschfeld, 1903-2003

I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that I didn’t recognize Al Hirschfeld‘s name when my coworker Claude mentioned he’d died–it was familiar, but I couldn’t come up with the association to the artwork he’d created across nine decades. But when I saw his picture of Burt Reynolds and Clint Eastwood in City Heat in the paper, I knew exactly who he was–given only a quick glance, his drawings are as identifiable as those of Theodor Geisel (aka Dr. Seuss) or Charles Addams.

Given the revelation above, I’ll leave the accolades to Some Who Know:

He always knew precisely how to lay it down, and how to contour and bold it just so, the better to denote not only the look of his subject but some perceptive, vital quirk of personality or posture.

Mark Evanier

How the hell does he do that? How does he get the essence of a person down so perfectly with linework that has next-to-no literal resemblance to the person he’s drawing? How does he know the exactly perfect place each line goes?

Barry Deutsch

Private! Don’t read!

I was recently demonstrating to someone how easy it is to find information on the web, and then infer certain things about that data–the kind of data mining that anyone can do, given even a basic understanding of search engines. My example, at once effectively and poorly chosen, was the person’s name: effectively because Google Canada returned a single hit, to a page containing a list of people, from which I was able to guess the person’s approximate age, level of education, hometown, and various other bits of information; and poorly because by doing so I think I’ve made this person afraid, of others and of me. Coming up with personal details like that in seconds just to prove a point to someone unfamiliar with the web–let alone the Internet–is more disturbing than I’d considered.

I’m not a privacy zealot by any means. I still fill out forms with accurate demographic information (but bogus e-mail addresses), I use my credit card with abandon, and I’ve only skimmed the EFF‘s website; denying cookies is about as far as I go to conceal my web travels. Seeing the reaction to what I thought of as a trivial little exercise, though, makes me wonder if I’ve been a little too blasé about the whole matter. I’m fine with the information I’ve deliberately released about myself; this weblog may cross the line as to providing material from which certain deductions can be made, but I think I’m willing to stretch that far. It’s the information that I don’t know about–like the Google hit in my demo–that concerns me.

Not that I have anything untoward to hide… I revel in being the most boring person I know!

Never

Musical events that will never happen:

Sirens

Residents of Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, Georgia, South Carolina, and Indiana! You have a chance, sometime in the next six weeks, to see Sirens in concert. You lucky, lucky people. Along with a boatload of new songs, you’ll experience the sweetest version of Girl of the North Country that I’ve ever heard.

The rest of us–at least, those who don’t have a chance to get to The Ugly Mug Cafe on Sunday afternoon, or who haven’t been there the last two nights–will have to bide our time, but at least we can follow the tour vicariously.

(Oh, and by the way, I’m still hoping that Jessie will get in touch, partly ’cause I don’t know when Voodoo Butter is going to be playing next.)