I seem to have joined a movement

The IndieWeb movement is about owning your own website, while using Facebook, Twitter, and other social media to share and stay in touch with friends and colleagues. Leaders include Ward Cunningham, who invented the wiki; Kevin Marks, former VP Web services at British Telecom; and LiveJournal founder Brad Fitzpatrick, who now works at Google.

They call it the Indie Web movement, an effort to create a web that’s not so dependent on tech giants like Facebook, Twitter, and, yes, Google — a web that belongs not to one individual or one company, but to everyone. “I don’t trust myself,” says Fitzpatrick. “And I don’t trust companies.” The movement grew out of an egalitarian online project launched by Fitzpatrick, before he made the move to Google. And over the past few years, it has roped in about 100 other coders from around the world.

Initially, with projects like Diaspora, Indie Web looked to replace so-called “silos” like Facebook and Twitter. But advocates now see that’s unreasonable. “We want to keep in touch with our friends,” says Indie Webber Tantek Çelik. “It’s not practical to go live alone on an island.”

Meet the hackers who want to jailbreak the Internet


This blog is on WordPress.com, a hosted service, but it seems IndieWeb-friendly. The software is open source, and not only can you export your data to move your blog elsewhere, for $129 WordPress.com will do it for you.

Minnie has turned crating into a huge production. How to get her to just get in the crate already?

Crossposted from reddit.com

We adopted Minnie in August. We started crating her around the New Year. Until now it’s gone very smoothly. She took to the crate right away. I tossed one or two treats into the crate. She went into the crate to get the treats. I closed the door behind her, gave her some high-value treats (deli turkey breast) through the bars, and went to bed myself.

The problem started a week ago today when we rearranged the furniture in the room where we crate her. That night, she got into the crate like normal. Next night, though, she wouldn’t get in for about 15 minutes of treat-tossing and repeating commands.

Mystery. Why would she be reluctant to get into the crate TWO nights after we rearranged furniture? If rearranging the furniture was a problem, wouldn’t that have surfaced right away?

Then I thought, aha, the crate is now under a window. Which is open. Probably something scared her the first night. So I moved the crate to another corner of the room, as far as possible from other open windows.

Nope. Didn’t work. She’s still taking about 15 minutes to get in the crate. She doesn’t show any anxiety about getting in, but neither is she happy about it. She looks, well, quiet and determined, while I stand there (or sit on the floor next to the crate) like an idiot, tossing in treats and saying, “COME on, Minnie! Go to bed!” in a fake-bright, chirpy voice.

I tried nubbins of cheese as a pre-crating treat Friday night, then cream cheese once she was in the crate. I’m pretty sure that’s what gave her diarrhea inside the crate Friday night. So that was no fun.

Yesterday I went to the petstore and got new bedding for the crate, some nice padding. Still the same problem: “COME on, Minnie! Go to bed!” At least no diarrhea the last two nights. But it’s still taking 15 minutes to get her to go to bed.

All this time I’ve been thinking the root cause of the problem is anxiety. I mean, she doesn’t look anxious. She doesn’t look happy, but she doesn’t look anxious either. She just doesn’t want to get into the crate, I thought. She’s like a little kid who wants to stay up just a couple of minutes longer past bedtime.

This morning as I was waking up it occurred to me: She’s training me. Like that little kid who wants to stay up a few minutes longer, she’s figured out that if she simply refuses to get in the crate until she’s good and ready, she can get lots of treats before she gets in. And lots of attention too — not skritching or playing, but at least I’m looking at her and talking to her, right? She gets plenty of attention during the day, but more attention is always good, right?

It’s like a negotiation. She’s watching the treats pile up inside the crate. When I’ve paid her enough to get in, she’ll get in.

So how do I break this pattern? I’m thinking tonight I’ll just toss in ONE treat, say GO TO BED in a bright chirpy voice, then sit with my back to her and the crate until she decides to get in. Sound like a good plan? Any other ideas?

That moment

That moment I look at the weekend to-do list I made Friday evening and wonder it hasn’t gotten much shorter.

It’s not a car

One reason I will eventually move away from my chosen name for the technology — robocar — along with the other popular names like “self-driving car” is that this future vehicle is not a car, not as we know it today. It is no more a “driverless car” than a modern automobile is a horseless carriage. 100 years ago, the only way they could think of the car was not notice there was no horse. Today, all many people notice is that no human is driving. This is the thing that comes after the car.

Why Google's "ridiculous" looking car is brilliant | Brad Ideas.

Seems to me that a neighborhood like ours is perfect for a fleet of Google self-driving cars. La Mesa, where we live, is a city, but it’s an American Southwestern version of a city, built on suburban houses, each on a small tract of land, along with thousands and thousands of townhouses. People travel by car, but shopping and schools are less than 10 miles away. If the car doesn’t go more than 25 miles an hour, well, that’s not much of a problem. Particularly if you can work or go online while you’re being driven around.

“Insane and dangerous”

Jeff Jarvis says the European court’s “right to be forgotten” ruling is terrible, tramples free-speech rights, ironically makes Google more powerful, and makes Europe appear technophobic and anti-American.

A reporter asked me for reaction to news that Google has put up a form to meet a European court’s insane and dangerous ruling and allow people to demand that links to content they don’t like about themselves be taken down. Here’s what I said:

This is a most troubling event for speech, the web, and Europe.

The court has trampled the free-speech rights not only of Google but of the sites — and speakers — to which it links.

The court has undertaken to control knowledge — to erase what is already known — which in concept is offensive to an open and modern society and in history is a device used by tyrannies; one would have hoped that European jurists of all people would have recognized the danger of that precedent.

The right to remember, dammit

How to reset the furthest page read on your Kindle

Go to the Manage Your Kindle page on the web, and navigate to the list of your books. Find the book you want to reset. Click the icon with three dots next to the book title. Select “Clear furthest page read…. ” And you’re done.


The next time you open the book, the furthest page read will be set to the current page on that device.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell is a novel with footnotes. You can read the footnotes by just tapping on the screen, but I made the mistake of going to the footnotes section in the back of the book. Since then then remember-furthest-page-read feature has been broken, making it inconvenient to switch off reading the book on my Kindle and iPad. But now that’s fixed. Nice!

Via Evan Kline at 40Tech who says you have to be on a computer. Not so — I did it on my iPad.