Speaking of recommendation engines (which I have been, all over the place, at length, and so feel no need to link to) it seems to me that the one at GoodReads.com could do with a little more fine tuning.
This is by way of a whinge, and the solution is at least straightforward. Learn how to do what you want to be able to do, dummy.
For a good long while, I've been feeling seriously underpowered when it comes to being able to do what I want to do online. I can't really date the start of it, I just know that I am no longer able to scratch my itches as once I was. That irks me. I know there are professionals and, even more valuably, amateurs who will scratch itches very similar to mine. But they're not my itches, and I'm not scratching them.
The internet makes it all too easy to go hunting for the information that will make sense of a book or an author, and I am resolved not to do that. At least, not till I have finished this review. From that position of self-imposed ignorance, The Sellout is a brilliantly funny and cutting satire on race in America. Nothing is safe, no-one immune, no taboo out of bounds. Sex, music, drugs, intellectualism, passivity, crime. ...
Speaking of recommendation engines (which I have been, all over the place, at length, and so feel no need to link to) it seems to me that the one at GoodReads.com could do with a little more fine tuning.
Chris Aldrich went off on an interesting tangent yesterday, while thinking about food.
[T]here’s kind of an analogy between food and people who choose to eat at restaurants versus those who cook at home and websites/content on the internet.
The IndieWeb is made of people who are “cooking” th...
For some reason not entirely clear to me, I keep slogging away to bring a bunch of old blog posts into my latest engine. Some of the old ones are entering their third or fourth relationship with a CMS, and just aren't up for it, but I keep hammering away. Just a completionist obsession, I suppose.
Anyway, for the record, I've finished 2004.
