Dreams & Erros, mixed together

Image by chaz2b via Flickr

Whether to write of dreams or errors, or perhaps the two are intertwined to the point of union?

First, lets shout about errors, blunders, mishaps, whatever name applies. Somehow, someway, all our bookmarks where wiped clean from our hard drive, reverting us to some distant day in the world of bookmarks that many arnt even viable today. Burn URL for one example. How we loved that URL shortener, instantly let readers share thru twitter, facebook, delicious, whatever they so chose, was only a click away, burned into the header. And to the burner, it gave counts. Whatever did happen to that great tool? Luckily for us, redundancy is a carved mantra into our bosom, so the loss of links on our hard drive should matter little, with a little help from twitter, google reader, email, and the like. Just the frustration of having woven a desktop web of links for ease and simplicity to be erased in a moment. Yet, mayhaps its an omen of fresh starts about to be begun with a new year, a year that marches us into a new decade, a decade that wont be shared like the last, where we spent the majority (nine years at least) exiled from the web.
That's what brings a little solace to our link-lost-heart, the ease to which we resumed the weavings of the web, knowing that if the last twelve months were so simple in constructing this modern day modem of communication, lost links mean little; its the experience that we sought after all.

Now, off to dreamland, where vividness has returned to very real degree! The other night we dreamt of a new age school of media anchorims, where one went to be instructed on how to maintain one's cool no matter what unexpected events might throw themselves in time with the report being relayed to the masses. Imagine a camp, constructed of rooms separated with inflatible walls, so the camp could constantly be reconfigured into new designs, with new dimensions, and new doors. Think of being instructed to use bathroom facilities where in the midst of bathroom banalities, the falls suddenly come down, exposing you as the current hot topic of discussion among the reporters giving current updates of the dilemma.

There's more, but our energy is weak with our new return to daily exercise (alas another moan to lost links; we had finally finished construcing our workout patterns on one web-exercise coach website; but no fears,a daily link comes incorporated with our daily day from our calender via email, ;), and too much time was spent making sure our computer is still secure. Till moments next...

Where else better to spill your thoughts

Its been some time since we posted, but tonight we're celebrating the weaving of our web, having completed transscibing our known list of links to google reader, thereby giving at least a third reinforcement/echo to our web, with a minimal amount of redundancy. Email, Friendfeed, Google, Facebook, chaz2b.mp, Twitter... ah Twitter and Friendfeed, its like some of the greatest minds of our time allowing us to silently stand behind them and allowing us to listen in on their shared thoughts.

Who woulda thunk? We're blessed in growing up from the beginning of computer interaction with humans, and now? Now we're two simple clicks away from stepping onto your web, or at least what you care to share.

The other day we read an article describing the authors perception of the evolution of computers/internet/webs into the next step, from semantic to proactive, where the web/search engines knew you, personally, and guided you to your best benefit. That sparked wonderment inside me, wondering how the web i have woven isn't that now, with my only shortfall being the limitations of my cellphone, which is still old school style, only permitting postage to the net, not vice versa, yet. My web is entirely in what i label as my fog, entirely mobile, entirely acessible from any interface with web access.

Perhaps thats whats keeps me glued to this port i call home. For if i had a better mobile interface, what would keep me landlocked here? I could travel everywhere/anywhere and still keep contact with familiar people, read my newspapers, plus those of my current location, know the weather perhaps better than the natives of my now, have references for interesting sites to witness, everything/anything would be a simple two clicks away.

And, for all this i give thanks, thanks in having grown up in tandem with computer technology to keep me company, thanks to those who allow me to listen quietly to their shared thoughts, and thanks to those who've blue printed web weaving so that i too may/could weave my web like them. Thank you, one and all.

round robin test #4