It's a busy morning here; Technorati and Feedster and the rest are making my ears red. Nothing beats scolding the blogosphere for getting the blogosphere talking.
Dave Winer has a charming post (written at 1am) about our talk, and about his mentor, Doug Engelbart. It's interesting that Dave is an Engelbarter. At the first Hypertext Conference, lots of hypertext people met for the first time -- we knew each other's work and ideas, but we'd never seen each other in person. Back then, almost everyone could trace their genealogy to Nelson or to Engelbart. Chemists, like Russians, are invariably introduced by their academic pedigree: your dissertation supervisor, and usually their dissertation supervisor as well, become your professional patronymic. (Bernstein worked for Kevin Peters, who worked for Ken Wiberg, who worked for Doering...)
" Once Silicon Valley was an engineering mecca, land of the truth revealed by the ones and the zeros. You can't lie to a compiler. Then it became easier to lie, and then lies became the way we worked. It's not surprising that the Valley is still struggling to get back on its feet, but I strongly believe that until you're willing to hear things you don't want to hear, it will never happen. It can't." -- Dave Winer's letter to SuperNovaKarl Martino: "It's not the tools fault. It's the people who refuse to come a little closer to talk. Just like so many other problems in this world." Steve Pilgrim: "Civility is one thing that's been lacking. I discovered as much yesterday!"Jon Buscall: "one of the most important posts I read this week .... We need to slow down, think more carefully about what we're saying and how we're saying it."
Elsewhere, mostly in comments, various people regard this as an intrusion of a newbie unacquainted with the wild ways of the internet and interfering with the natural desire of weblogs to emulate the notorious excellence of usenet. Or as inconsistent with free speech. Or as 'fascist twaddle'. It might be nice if aggregators could distinguish between weblog posts and comments, so one could ignore the anonymous cowards or take them, at any rate, with a grain of salt or a stiff belt of good scotch.