A couple days ago, I wrote some stuff on the web about the web:
and then today, some more stuff for some more context:
The first came from coming across the quoted Vannevar Bush passage in "Memory Machines". The second because of the internet's inevitable misinterpretations, and maybe I shouldn't have written it.
I don't think they're particularly good, and they (or at least the first) is maybe "more poetic than practical", but persistence of "the record" is something I worry about. (It's a different sort of persistence than I usually write about here -- temporal persistence vs spatial persistence -- but they're kind of related.)
It was a weird feeling to spend the day rummaging through Doug Engelbart's private files, and then come back to finish up this post about the flaws of the WWW. It feels so trivial, like it only matters because everyone happens to be using it.