What resources are available for people who want to make better Web logs? If you know of useful sites and articles, please let me know!
Information architect Christina Wodtke has redesigned Elegant Hack with style and elegance. Unfortunately, the new design forgets to identify who the author is! This is awkward on a number of counts, from personal branding to citation.
A real danger, when rolling out a new design, is leaving out information that is so obvious that it becomes invisible. Once, for a few days, Eastgate's home page failed to explain the core concept: WE SELL HYPERTEXTS. We knew what Eastgate does, so we didn't notice. Nor did our regular visitors, many of whom write frequently with corrections and clarifications. After a few days, we got a call from a Board Member ("I don't find this entirely clear") and I received email from a high-school girlfriend from whom I'd not heard in decades ("I visited your Web site. What is it you do, anyway?").
I once knew an architecture student who, for a class, was told to design an embassy. She planned and drew a wonderful, elegant, cost-is-not-object building. It was filled with beautiful conveniences and thoughtful, unexpected twists. At the end, she drew the driveway on the plan -- and had a terrible, sinking feeling: there wasn't enough space on the lot to accommodate the turning radius of a limousine. The entire project had to be redone. Seeing the invisible is hard; fortunately, it's easier to move Web modules than concrete.
A nice tutorial on practical details of using stylesheets for making boxes, by Own Briggs. Most sites (including this one) use tables, which is inelegant, inefficient, but reliable. Stylesheets are better in the long run.
"Joel and I share a philosophy that dates back to the 80s and early 90s, a way of developing software that is centered around users. This is an art that's in danger of being lost....If you're willing to support hard-working developers, with cash, the lights can come back on."
Michael Korda picks his five favorite novels of the last 40 years for Salon. It's a very surprising list, even after reading Korda's autobiography. The Last Picture Show is the big sleeper. But any list that runs from Brideshead Revisited to Lord of the Rings is, at the very least, interesting.
(Because I am a notoriously sloppy writer, I took a certain pleasure in seeing that Korda, having read Tolkien umpteen times, can't spell "Gandalf". Even editors get things wrong at times.)
The news gets worse and worse. Columnist Dan Gilllmor looks at two recent court decisions and concludes that "The Digital Millenium Copyright Action will do more damage to your rights, and to society, than you can possibly imagine."
It's another Virus Day, it seems; the morning mail brought roughly 30 separate worm-infested messages. We read our mail at Eastgate on Macs, which are immune; Windows users should check their security settings before reading mail in Outlook!
(Where is the rumor that this outbreak originates in the FBI's new snooping program?)
Anja Rau, writing about the social life of games, captures an interesting point about the loneliness of the reader. (Dateline November 27,2001: permalinks aren't working) Social interaction is also a key, I think, to very large narratives like online-caroline and Buffy; part of their attraction (like the fascination with Little Nell) lies in thinking and talking about the fictive situation as it unfolds. (Can Willow stay on the wagon? How do they get her scenes past the censors? Now that Angel's a daddy, can he buy life insurance even though he's dead?)
I think it's important to distinguish critics who find artistic shortcomings in games from those who just don't like games in the first place. Both may say, "there's no character here", but they mean different things. The nay-sayer is merely claiming that games can't do what the amusements of her youth once did, and we're all familiar with that kind of nostalgia for an imaginary past. It's useful, on the other hand, to identify apparent shortcomings in a body of work. This usefulness is even clearer when software enters the mix, for conceivably the apparent propensities of the medium might be changed by changing the software.
We're seeing this effect right now with Ceres. People are very interested in the way Ceres leads people to write, and how writing with Ceres compares, say, to working in Blogger. But as soon as we identify a tendency -- Jill's suggestion, for example, that we link less often in Ceres -- small changes and new features (like Web links) may transform everything.
A photograph from outside my hotel in Erfurt earlier this Fall. Now that digital cameras will make snapshots ubiquitous in our (now-ubiquitous) Web journals, we'll need to think again about why pictures matter and how to make them meaningful. I suspect that manipulation helps in Web memoirs -- manipulation through obvious cropping, unusual aspect ratios (a Powazek trademark), or redrawing, or blending images and words. It's not merely usability; it's also the sign that someone has taken care to make the image right.
Dan Bricklin makes a good point: it's a blessing to share pictures promptly with friends and family -- with people for whom they'll extend a happy event (link here, scroll to bottom). This could easily grow to be a family obligation. Pictures per se aren't very expressive, as Alison Monzy's pantscam demonstrates so hilariously. How do we actually use digital images?
Mamet on acting.
If you want to go into theater, go into theater. If you want to have made a valiant effort to go into the theater before you go into real estate of law school or marry wealth, then perhaps you should stay in school. (In Books...)
While Mamet and Brustein disagree on the training of actors, it is interesting that they agree on the problem of hobbyists, what Brustein calls "the exaltation of the amateur." Mamet extends this to all artists who have become disconnected from (and financially independent of) the audience, artists who serve a muse (and a grant) without reference to actually moving people, delighting people, changing people.
Amateurs can afford to show contempt for the audience. They needn't bother with craft if they don't feel like it. They needn't get the details exactly right. They needn't do their best, because their intrinsic wonderfulness is expected to compensate. It doesn't matter if they're unintelligible -- just as long as the grant is renewed.
Taken too far, this line of argument leads to naive worship of the box office. It's essential, too, to distinguish the matters that matter from the trappings and the suits of the profession. Lunch at the Four Seasons and the endless book tour matter to nobody, and artistic progress often depends on turning our back on the encrustations of craft and technique and production values.
But there's a germ of truth here, and a source of concern. Too much electronic art is deeply amateur.
It's interesting to compare the vision of America found in Baudrillard's recent discussion of terrorism to Neil Gaimain's American Gods. Baudrillard's view, insofar as one can be seen beneath the general sense of repugnance, is a sort of generalized neurasthenic suburbia, the tract house world of Back to the Future or ET. Gaiman's America, on the other hand, is a world where Europe is distorted through the prism of wilderness and vulgarity, a land of waitresses and cops and college girls where ancient wisdom occasionally reaches the surface but where, on the whole, people are happy to be free of the spiritual baggage of Europe. Baudrillard sees America in Hollywood, Gaiman sees Kenosha.
Isn't is strange that the French philosopher adopts the banal, safe, familiar view, while the the difficult, nuanced, weird vision comes from the comic book writer?
This Thursday is Thanksgiving in the US. It's a big holiday. It works because it's a genuine holiday (unlike Mother's Day, invented by a department store) and it's secular (unlike Christmas). Religious holidays make Americans uneasy with the memory of ancient disputes, memory of a time when the Unitarians and the Quakers and the Baptists and the Methodists and the Congregationalists and the Catholics really didn't get along. (They don't get along now, either, outside the fantasy-life of a few fringe politician-evangelists)
But Thursday's the day for the annual turkey which in my heretical opinion should be cooked on a kettle grill. Put the turkey on at half-time of the first game and it will be ready when everyone arrives. Don't forget pumpkin pie. And cranberry relish (add sugar, orange, Cuisinart. Never use cans.)
I'll be in sunny New Jersey; no updates for a few days and a few hundred miles of driving.
We often think of hypertext as new, special, extraordinary. Anja Rau recalls our romance with hypertext -- the good times ("This was what I had been looking for most of my writing life") and the bad: " But how do I get across messages of multiple threads and voices and possible readings when I lose my reader between the 3rd and 4th node?"
Not long ago I was asked to compose a story. It had to be short -- too short, as it happened, for what I really wanted to attempt. It had to be linear. It had to be finished quickly.
I wrote it as a hypertext because that was the fastest, best way to work. I knew the characters, some of the locations, and the overall plot arc; each element became a Ceres note, just a placeholder in a big map. I spent an hour or two identifying issues (because it was that kind of story); these, too, became notes scattered across the map. Issues turned red, character notes blue, plot points black.
Then I gathered the plot into a container and started to flesh out individual sections. At the same time, I played with narrative order: what should be told in flashback? What could be skipped entirely? This is where the Nakakoji view turned out to be very handy; I could drag plot sections around in the outline and instantly see the new, linear narrative.
I always knew that the end of the story would seem arbitrary. My original idea was to establish multiple endings held in mutual suspension, playing with alternative endings much as The Babysitter did. I wasn't striving for metafictional effect, and I wasn't interested in metaphysics or experimentation; I simply didn't want the impact of any particular ending to swallow the rest of the story, since all my issues were established before the end and the end merely grows from those issues.
On deadline, I found that I simply didn't have the word count to pull it off. I trimmed and trimmed, and eventually I saw that the only way to make the piece fit was to choose one ending. So, once more, I swapped endings in and out to discover the least unsatisfactory compromise. (In one alternate ending, Hueckel borrows a sub. In another, everyone dies pathetically and the politicians vow to do better)
Now that we are able to write hypertexts, we'll never be completely happy writing flat, linear arguments. Even our linear texts will be refracted through the filter of hypertextuality, and we'll always be sensitive to patterns and interaction. Yes, sometimes it might seem that nobody wants to read hypertext. But everybody reads hypertext all the time, and hypertext is what we all write.
(This page is interesting only because it's part of an interlinked, global discussion. That's new, and important; when Winer says web logs are "like academic writing", he's not going far enough. This is where scholarship is happening -- in the links and in the correspondence (hi, Espen!) that follows. Suddenly, hundreds of people are reading it every day -- including many of the best people in the field. It's all in the links.)
Laid Off, a Flash tale of unemployment in an era when your gas-station attendant recently worked designing middleware.
Buffy, the Musical, was a wonderful stunt. And now, I think, the suspicion is dawning: this year there is no Big Bad coming to haunt us. I have a theory: I'm not quite sure where we go from here, but I think I know where we end up. This is the year we learn that all the monsters on the Hell Mouth are not just aliens -- vampires, demons, teachers. We're grownups now, and some of them are our friends and lovers. (Sweet: "You call me and I come a-runnin, I turn the music on, I bring the fun in." Faith:"You've got to find the fun, B." Faith manages)
Joel Spolsky writes about the problems inherent in making a program run safely on thousands of different kinds of machines. The common wisdom is that "the best way for computer programs to communicate with each other is for each of the them to be strict in what they emit, and liberal in what they accept." Spolsky disagrees, suggesting that the many woes of HTML demonstrate that strict API's are better. If a program sees errors and accepts them, he observes, people will come to depend on the mistakes.
I've been taking a look back at Storyspace I; now that Storyspace II is well launched, it's probably a good time for a retrospective paper. Spolsky is absolutely correct: people will come to depend on mistakes. But (Spolsky aside) that's not always bad; we never expected people to write poems in the links dialog!
Spolsky reports spending 3 weeks in a 52-week development cycle dealing with configuration issues. That's surprisingly little! So far (barring one report today) we've kept Ceres out of deep water across three operating systems, but bad things could still happen.
Rediscovered, thanks to the Google cache, Aunt Sarah's Handy-Dandy Plotting Recipe by Sarah Smith, author of King of Space and The Vanished Child. Titled "How to plot when you can't", this pleasant exercise (reminiscent of McCloud's Story Machine) works well with note cards but even better with software. Smith suggest Storyspace or Agenda, but Ceres is probably the perfect tool.
Michael, an old school friend, now a composer, recently sent word of a memorable performance. It was part of a centennial celebration at our old school, where he and I spent a dozen years. Michael's new composition for brass ensemble was featured early in the program, and was (I hear) very well received.
Michael reports the unforgettable part came later, as part of "an eight hand version of the most bombastic piece the conductor could find -- Liszt's Rackoczi March. The other three performers are all much better pianists than I am, but I was determined to do it, so Bart xeroxed my part and I practised. We had two rehearsals and they both went well.
"Then, at the performance, I placed my xerox copies on the piano. Bart was my partner, and at first we both read from his book, to my left. Then, at the second page, I turned to my xerox copies. As they had not been placed in their proper order, I went on to page three, while my fellow pianists thought they ought to play page two first. This brought the proceedings to a grinding halt.
"We tried again, and then Philip, thinking the problem was that I had been trying to take a repeat of the first section, whispered loudly across the piano "NO REPEAT!"
"This time, however, we all began from the top of page two. Meanwhile, Bart, sitting next to me at the second piano, thought it wise to take Philp's advice, which of course no longer applied, and so as we played he leaned over and loudly whispered in my ear "NO REPEAT!" I took Bart at his word, and at the end of the section we were amid, when Bart passed along his advice, he and I happily continued on to the next part. Unfortunately, Philip and Tom, at the other piano, proceeded according to our initial plan and went back to the beginning of that section. This confusion soon made itself known to those kind enough to remain in the audience.
"I am proud to say that we then picked ourselves up, dusted ourselves off, and, if not started all over again, at least made it finally to the end."
A great movie, based on a bad book. This is Bacall's debut, and it's breathtaking. I'd love to know if the screenplay was written with Bacall in mind; she was 16, and she must have been a force of nature. Could Hollywood today produce a character study a 16 year old runaway who likes sex, keeps $30 in her nightgown so she can say 'no' if she wants to, and knows that giving that last $30 to Bogart will cost her nothing?
by Terry Pratchett
Dragons turn out to be less mythical than the Civil Service believed. In fact, everything the Town Watch believe is likely to be wrong, because it's that kind of movie... In books
We're adding a new feature to Ceres that makes it much easier to build links from Ceres notes to the Web. To test this, I'm revising this log to use the new features extensively; some links might break and some formatting be unsightly for a few days.
The Archers is a BBC radio drama that started during World War II has has been running continuously ever since. Actors who were boys in the early years are now old men. Remember this the next time people try to tell you that people don't read because kids nowadays have short attention spans. Thanks, Su White
William Safire (arch-conservative, Nixon apologist) registers an eloquent and important protest against Bush's outageous, terrifying military tribunal order.
Misadvised by a frustrated and panic-stricken attorney general, a president of the United States has just assumed what amounts to dictatorial power to jail or execute aliens. Intimidated by terrorists and inflamed by a passion for rough justice, we are letting George W. Bush get away with the replacement of the American rule of law with military kangaroo courts....at a time when even liberals are debating the ethics of torture of suspects -- weighing the distaste for barbarism against the need to save innocent lives -- it's time for conservative iconoclasts and card-carrying hard-liners to stand up for American values.
by Kazuo Ishiguro
The surprising thing about this widely-honored book is not that it is so good, but that it is so readable. It is the story of a servant who, approaching the end of his career, comes to understand that he has been devoted to the service of a man who was neither very good, nor very wise, and whose schemes have (thank goodness) come to naught. Amidst the wreckage, we find space for pride and redemption and, perhaps, for hope.
The natural parallel for this book is, I think, not Graves or Forster or Galsworthy, but rather John Le Carré in his prime.(in books....)
Danish media scholar Lisbeth Klastrup noticed some .mil and .gov visitors in her referrer logs after 9/11, and wondered whether the US government was watching her.
Checking a month of Eastgate's logs, I find that roughly 0.1% of our traffic comes from .gov and .mil respectively. That's about the same amount of traffic we see from Ireland and New Zealand.
The US government employs about 1.8M people. The work force of New Zealand is 1.8M people. The Irish workforce is nearly the same size. So it's probably just the effect of lots of people with diverse interests, and the effect of building a successful Web journal.
Haunting, atmospheric Flash at Rayseo, home of Korean designer Jae-ho Seo. Notice the shadows in the About page; the unseen can be made manifest.
Rau attacks on three separate fronts. First, she finds the work lacks craftsmanship. Load times are unnecessarily long. Significant links are broken. Borders come and go, sounds seem to be applied arbitrarily, and Rau attributes these inconsistencies to mere inattention. She notes that better solutions are available for the challenges that seem to have baffled Fisher; Flash sounds, vector graphics, better window management, and PHP could all (she thinks) have been deployed to good effect.
Next, Rau finds that the various elements -- text, images, sounds, animations -- that comprise the work fail to cohere; they are thrown together without forming a coherent whole. Strunk and White suggest that writers omit unnecessary words; Rau applies the same rule to tiled images, rollovers, noises. (Diane Greco gave a fine talk on this common failing to the Canadian Library Association a few years ago)
Finally, Rau believes the work was misconceived because it "utterly ignores its predecessors in both print and the digital medium."
The compulsion to adopt a unified identity and a linear story of ones life that came and still comes with coming out, might be represented in a text with a hypertextual layout. Waves is obviously not aware of such possibilities -- let alone of the tradition of homoerotic and especially lesbian (sub)texts in hyperfiction from Victory Garden via Patchwork Girl to Desert Mauve.
The hazard of this argument is that the critic can be tempted to argue about the work that might have been, not the work at hand. Occasionally, ignoring the past is a good idea. What particularly annoys Rau, I think, is not Fisher's turning her back on the past and its possibilities, but rather that ELO judge Larry McCaffery (who described himself as "an interested novice") failed to observe or address the issue.
Rau concludes by suggesting that these shortcomings indicate that multimedia is too hard for any one person to do alone, that collaborative teams are now indispensable. I think she's mistaken in this. Certainly the shortcomings of one work don't prove that better work is impossible. "Modern, commercial Web sites," Rau observes, are "built by teams of .... specialists, often in several months of hard work." This is, of course, indisputably true, and collaborative production of new media might yet prove important even if the first steps seem unpromising. Still, a host of influential and technologically complex sites are crafted by individuals, often working in their spare time (see Independents Day for polemics about this, or look at Rayseo, 6amHoover, or Praystation for examples)
The fewer hands, the fewer the barriers to real feeling, intensity, and expression. We read to make contact, to touch another mind. Two is company; a collaboration is sometimes a crowd.
Reading this essay, I find that at times I agree with Rau. At other times I disagree, and on occasion I'm not sure. But we're always talking about ideas, not arguing about taste gossiping about box office. This is what criticism is supposed to do
Jill Walker responds..
Independents Day is releasing a pair of new essays on The Independent Web every few hours. My contribution is a story: Tom and Bequi: The Web Journal That Brought Down the Wall, the story of a senior field trip in which sparks fly and the sea moves.
The old-fashioned gaselectric takes them through the city. Here is the Great Penguin, just like in the movies. Monument Square, with the mystic icons of mschmidt and toke, the fray flammifer, the eastern gate, the list apart. Over there, a stone bridge built centuries ago and still in service: talk about underfunding maintenance!
What they wanted, I think, was a manifesto or an oracle; I gave them a fable. Talking points include: the great wall of encryption; open source is fundamentally at odds with systems engineering and the conflict between the two will not be swiftly or easily resolved; the US sellout to Microsoft may be long remembered; finding news is hard; meatspace matters most; keeping a Web log may become a religious obligation; robots don't read email; sleeping on floors is better with company; it's all about the audience; writing is life; more life.
Lingua Franca, a unique journal that covered Academe and academic life, and which once offered one of the best venues for finding new hypertext readers, has closed its doors.
Ceres can do a lot of cool stuff. It can be a bit overwhelminglearn it all though. Using it for note-taking is a breeze, pure fun - it's a great tool for writing and thinking. It's also really good for publishing some of those notes, in a blog, for instance, but it takes a little work to set it up. tried to set up Ceres to publish my blog from scratch, using the manual, but it just became something I dreaded working on. Last night I instead just cut and pasted my notes into a template provided with Ceres that was sort of close to what I wanted, and hey presto I was up and publishing within the hour.
When adding external links to your Ceres document, don't forget that option-clicking a URL will launch it in your browser. This is great for finding typos in those pesky external links. (An even better solution is on its way...)
If you'd like to include site headlines on your Web page, Ceres will make it easy.
Another nice technique is RSS Monkey, a server-side Perl script that downloads and formats RSS feeds.
I've just returned from a delightful, exhausting week visiting the Southampton crew. Lots of interesting work! For starters, take a look at Equator, a big, thoughtful, 6-year initiative to explore way the digital world and the physical world can better relate to each other.
You'll be hearing more about this, and related projects, soon!
Realism and a General Economy of The Link, by Adrian Miles. Much to ponder!
Interesting discussion of my old review of Rosenfeld and Morville's Information Architecture for the Wen in Christina Wodtke's Elegant Hack.
Torill and Frink take up the Challenge in a LinguoMoo transcript. Plenty of gems here, as the conversation veers in unexpected directions. "Generally speaking - family in games is a shallow plot device. They've been hurt, they're evil, they need to protected..."
The most important step in writing hypertext is writing the hypertext. Find the stories, do the work, trust the reader.
(Conclusion of my Southampton University talk, 6 Nov. 2001)
Adrian Miles has many observations on Ceres, having used it for a week of intensive conference notemaking. Of particular interest, I think, is his emphasis on the utility of using the same space for taking informal notes (scraps) as well as jottings meant to be shared with colleagues on the Web.
The advantage of publishing the scraps as well as the unscraps is simply that I now have multiple access. If I don't have my PowerBook, the notes are online. ....It's where all the bits and pieces sort of end up in various ways, and if I use it like that, then it works as my notepad/ postit notes/ bookmarks / thinking out loud in semipublic space.
The Proceedings of Hypertext 2001 are still not available from the ACM, apparently because of a technical copyright issue involving short papers which lacked an individual copyright notice.
The deadline for Hypertext 2002 is approaching swiftly.
The ACM exists to advance knowledge, not to hoard copyrights. If Hypertext 2002 papers cannot build on the results reported at Hypertext 2001, the ACM will have broken faith with its members, betrayed those who participated in the conference, and damaged the growth of the field and the ideals to which it once was dedicated.
Almost 400 years ago, a small group of terrorists tried (and failed) to blow up the British Parliament. Today, Southampton is literally filled with fireworks. They're on sale in the stores, they're set off in backyards and pubs, there are displays everywhere. (I understand that the big displays were last weekend, and there will be more next weekend as well)
"I had four children and an academic salary. School fees loomed fast round the corner." John Keegan describes how he came to be a writer. There's some lovely, quiet writing here. Listen:
"Barrie Pitt wanted short, clear, well-written, accurate historical narratives, which satisfied the appetite of television-watching readers for a good story and the critical eye of the self-taught for truth."
I love that final clause.
Torill provides the first really good answer the the game challenge, proposing Adeline Software's Twinsen, "in which we are fighting the evil tyrant Dr Funfrock... In the end of LBA I the mother-figure rises and envelops Twinsen in her love when he has conquered the evil tyrannic father-figure..." This isn't quite what we were talking about -- it sounds closer to power fantasy than to discovery. But no quibbles, and drawing attention to specific good work is good.
Gonzalo Frasca sends word of Rune Klevjer's promising work on Computer Game Aesthetics (RTF). "A computer game is only a game. If nobody cares about the dubious ideology of chess or Monopoly, why should we care about the ideology of a Rambo-like and gory-realistic shooter game as Soldier of Fortune (2000)?" Frasca's own Ephemeral Games: is it barbaric to design videogames after Auschwitz? (PDF) is an interesting response.
(If you're joining us in progress, see A Game Question first)
Act II: You (yes, we mean 'you' -- don't miss Walker's wonderful piece on the 2nd person in games) are a comfortable professional, working perhaps in a University in a pleasant university town. One day, unexpectedly, Something Happens, and you discover that your father (or your daughter, or your lover) is not the man you thought he was. You find he's capable of terrible things. You find he's horribly, irredeemiably weak.
It's a dramatic moment. A narrative moment. A very human moment.
Can we do it on stage? Sure: Aeschylus. Plautus. Shakespeare. Wilde. Tony Kushner. Can we do it on screen? Ask Cary Grant, or Groucho Marx, or Buffy creator Joss Whedon. Poems? Epic or light, from Mortu Arthure to W. S. Gilbert. Can we do it in hypertext fiction? In spades, hearts, or diamonds (WOE, Charmin Cleary, Victory Garden. Plenty of others)
So let's step over to that big bookshelf that holds our 20 years of games, and start picking out the games that tell us about Fathers and Sons. (Same house rules) What've I missed? (Email me even though I'm on the road this week.)
Collected essays and criticism from Robert Brustein... notes on theater history (especially "Jews and the American Theater") and critical assesments of major figures (especially Sondheim, Albee, and Mamet) are often fascinating. (In Books....)
I should remind everyone: I do like computer games.
Let me try a probe, just to make a little tsimmes. Take the last twenty years of computer games -- the whole kit and kaboodle. Put them on a shelf. (Yeah, it's a big shelf) Now look over the shelf, and tell me everything we learn about, say, sexuality. (House rules: no arguments from silence, no metaphors, cigars are just cigars unless it's apparent to players who aren't Professors that they aren't. Chatroom romances don't count; I'm looking for what's in the game, not what the audience brings to the table, and yes, I see the theoretical shortcomings of the previous clause. You understand what I'm getting at. Play along at home; it's that kind of movie )
I think I could construct an answer, but it's not a good answer. And I think I could find an excuse, but it's not a good excuse. Do you have a better one? What've I missed? (Email me even though I'm on the road this week.)
Peter Merholz liked Waking Life, too. (My own notes are here) Peter thinks the film's audience is limited (although he's right in thinking his readers will love it). The Harvard Square theater was full at a 4pm Saturday showing, which suggests the audience will arrive. Everyone seems to be thinking deep thoughts these days; the media think we should all be investing in escapism, but buying a few shares of philosophy might not be a bad idea.
Give the show credit, too, for taking risks in order to be honest -- even if the risks aren't prominent. In 6.4, Tara and Willow kiss, casually, familiarly, in a crowded nightclub. It's just an acknowledgement, a gesture in the middle of an argument. It's exactly what the characters would do, and the director lets them do it, without making a fuss: kiss, smile, move. If you're still put off by the silly premise, don't be: Buffy has some of the finest, tightest dialog on screen or on stage.
Jill Walker is blogging Nordic Interactive, with lots of interesting news. Live (or near-live) conference reports make great reading. As Jill points out, this is something best done by people new to a field -- people who know the subject and the issues, but who don't have countless social and business obligations. It also helps if you don't need to sleep too much!
Eastgate's got a nice special offer right now, for people who want two or more hypertexts. Interestingly, most people buy several hypertexts at a time, anyway, unless they are being purchased for a class or a library. (Libraries often order either one thing, or a long list of titles)