the social web burn out blog > 23/10/07

The social web burn out blog is a documentary installation and a parody I made on the social web and networked experience. Not using a blogging service such as Blogspot but being the owner of a blog, the massive technological aspects of Web 2.0 emerge. Not only does the blog need maintenance, configuration and technical development, it also needs to incorporate numerous feeds and features from other social media such as Flickr, YouTube, GoogleAds for there to be even a hint of networked experience. The social, the commercial and the technological converge, setting the pace for Web 2.0.

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The funeral of Internet Explorer 6 > 18/09/07

It is finally official, Internet Explorer 6 is dead. I attended its funeral this morning. It is a great loss, as the funeral official said, as there is no more need to "drink oneself into a stupor to fix those IE6 bugs." watch the funeral here, and, if you are into web design, rejoice!

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on my blog > 30/06/07

The blog genre started out as a means of logging internet activity, and to tip and recommend, comment and disdain sites we came across. Soon the blog turned into personal diaries and journalistic writing and it didn't take long before the blog replaced the homepage. I started this blog back in 2003, though it has never been a 'real' blog as I only write here occasionally. I hardly view it today as a blog, sooner a textspace where the personal and the professional intersect. It is often a kind of journalistic and personal writing, or pre-writing, that may or may not turn into something viable. Because of the blog's ephemeral nature these pages need a cleansing from time to time - old news and thoughts being old news and thoughts - and once again I have shed skins as reality and perceptions, perceptions and reality change.

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Unruly Rose > 19/02/07

A rose is not a rose, it is loaded with culture, encoded. A rose is not the real, the real is always shrouded, veiled by language, images, codes. This is a line I tend to return too, like the real that cannot stop from not writing itself / being written - but always with a difference.

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