where is the info stored? in a collective mind or in your friend’s mind? if you know this, you know where to start your search… but if you dont know that… what is google doing to get to your eyes a unique place where to search for anything?

first of all google is multiplying the spaces, gmail has its own search engine, wave has its own search engine, google seach do not gather info from them yet, google docs cannot search between gmail… etcetera.

is this right?

more questions: what’s special in your friend’s mind? their unique way of tagging and manipulating concepts? their life experience?

for both google has its own copies (ok ok… not identical to the real ones but man… we’re working on that). Even if we wanted a copy of our shared experiences with friends google could gather something nice, depending on our connectivity rates.

time

it’s one of the greatest shifts between google’s on demand service and our friend’s constant streams (do we go on polling with them? or we get each single message on some kind of popup feature? (the popup feature also fits the “where” paragraph )

objective

google gives me the info to commit a perfect suicide, would a friend do the same? does google have to censor the info request if there is the proof of a bad intention?

and… when i got the info, do i really commit suicide? giving the whole info could have a potential prevention ration on bad behaviors?

what

natural language it’s just a part. do we search for info? or we search for a guide to do things? a question posted on a wall can have pretty deep answers, just because our friends can see deeper than our first questions meanings.

google is (or will be) alive. do we want him/her as a friend? do we trust/fear him/her? anyway what’s the sex of google?

half lies

our friends have ears, when we speak to them we know that it will be recorded and used somehow even against our will. google does not have ears, but every keyword typed for a search is stored and used to know more about the users. should this be more clear to people? (beneath that “privacy” link at the bottom of the page that only journalists and nerds read)

article references

• rrr – finding information on search engines compared with social network
• Thomas Baekdal’s – The Future of Search is More than Social
• Thomas Baekdal’s – Where’s everybody?

• Mirror’s edge
• Syndicate
• Zak mcKracken and the alien mindbenders
• shadow of the colossus
• call of duty
• prototype

Yo dawg,

I heard you like social advertising so we put an advertising in yo’ social so you can advertise while you social.

Sorry english readers, this post is in italian. Anyway i’m just recording yesterday’s dream about a coach, a woman and a musical group.

A quanto pare è tornato un altro sogno dedicato agli autobus. Statisticamente ogni volta che ho sognato autobus poi è successo qualcosa di particolare nella mia vita, o perchè ci ho creduto o perchè in qualche modo il cervello ha pre-sentito quello che sarebbe successo, o è un caso, o sono in pieno effetto placebo, o gli autobus hanno un “senso” nei miei sogni. eccolo, come l’ho trascritto stamattina appena sveglio:

ero in una specie di campo da calcio, c’eraltro altre persone e si faceva uno strano gioco lanciandosi una pallina da tennis minuscola per tutto il campo. faccio una specie di mossa acrobatica in verticale rimanendo con le gambe sollevate da terra e qualcuno mi guarda in silenzio. quando nel campo incontro una ragazza e le faccio capire che sono solo e triste in modo scherzoso mi prende la testa e l’appoggia tra le sue grandissime tette. non mi arrapo, anche perchè sono in mezzo al campo con tutti gli altri e devo sforzarmi di stare freddo.

usciti dal campo, sto camminando in una specie di scalinata, mentre scendo incontro una ragazza che sale e iniziamo a parlare, non mi ricordo di cosa, ma poco tempo dopo ci mettiamo “assieme”.

andiamo tutti con una specie di compagnia di persone in una grande sala da pranzo che ha il bagno separato da una enorme parete a vetri e io devo cagare, mentre cago tutti quelli che entrano mi vedono il pisello, per via della mia posizione, e continuano a vederlo perchè anche per lavarmi il sedere devo assumere una posizione accovacciata che fa vedere tutto. Non provo vergogna, ma anzi è un momento goliardico. quando pero entrano troppe persone mi metto un panno bianco davanti, e a quel punto entrano anche una sedie di negri nel cesso, uno dei quali vuole cagare anche lui. gli dico che non si può perchè ci sono io in bagno, mi risponde che lui vuole cagare lo stesso. mi fa una battuta molto divertente e ci mettiamo a ridere, io finisco di lavarmi in tranquillità.

in qualche modo con la ragazza delle scale inizia un rapporto,

dopo mi trovo su un autobus in compagnia con quelli della squadra di prima, e mi danno uno strumento da accordare perchè durante il tragitto in autobus loro di solito suonavano. io ho dimenticato a casa tutto, ho la chitarra scordata che non riesco ad accordare nonostante gli aiuti di un assistente e non ho neanche il mio pletro preferito. quando arriva il maestro del gruppo e chiede chi sono io, un ragazzo risponde che sono nuovo e che mi sono unito al gruppo perchè sto con la ragazza di cui sopra. Un altro dice che anche lui l’anno prima è arrivato in quel gruppo conoscendo quella stessa ragazza e io mi sento un po deluso perchè capisco di non essere “ne unico ne speciale”. però allo stesso tempo ho ancora un senso di tranquillità e di profonda felicità perchè so che tra poco si inizierà a suonare.

• SEO Camp Parma (italy) blog post
• SEO Bar Camp Parma wiki
• SEO Bar Camp Italia 2009 full video streaming

• la sposa turca (gegen die wand)
• amami se hai coraggio (jeux d’enfants)
• blade runner
• secretary

Let’s see what i’m talking about:

• everyday I can decide which feeds I want to read (the subscriptions on the reader’s left bar)
• everyday I get shared items from my friends’ feeds (people you follow)
• I can leave a comment on both kind of entries that I receive, and my comments will be visible by who is reading my shared feeds.
• Sometimes I have the need to comment on a contextual item, and if I comment via GoogleReader interface the “share” is mandatory.

now, I usually like the RSS stream of my friends since I find things I could not imagine that existed. For example in this image you see the latest Paolo’s shared item: today I got a very impolite rant with some spoken violence and menaces. Now, I don’t like this kind of discussion, even if they have good reasons, I think that this violent mood speaks beneath their intentions. So I have the need to speak with Paolo but without sharing his own entry. At this moment this is not possibile on Google Reader.

• If I comment “i dont like this kind of mood” my readers will find that item in their feeds.
• If I un-subscribe to Paolo’s feeds I will loose something nice sooner o later
• If I send an email to Paolo (or other private communication) what can I say? That’s not his words, it’s just an item that he liked, for some reason maybe different from what I disliked in the same item, I don’t want to bother him with my opinions about his feed (I usually comment on his blog about his own entries)
• Silence it a very good answer, but well… not very social
• Or I can post it on my blog, that’s out from my feeds and “maybe” Paolo is reading too.

It seems that we will be dealing with many levels of sharing and stratification of the online conversations. Netiquette is not enough.

Things change fast, you need to upgrade systems and even ways of doing things. Your thoughts need to be upgraded once in a while and it’s requested a good flexibility. I’m scared of how fast things are going, and without a fast community that supports my constant learning I’m lost and old.

some ways to stay updated without getting too bored or scared:

• serendipity (read: random -> you deepen the search for things that you like)
• news (read: RSS feeds of cool people)
• social network (read: stay close to open people)
• search engine (read: hope to understand how it’s working and how to use it)

there are many studies on the understanding and adoption convenience for new technologies and ways of thinking. There is many people that sells old things and old ways of doing things.

Sometimes i just feel the need to stay in my silent hole to develop my point of view on the things that i’ll be working on. Those hole-times are extremely unproductive and theoretical. I play, I decorate, I listen to music, I browse and read and lose time on the amazing mass of things on the internet. Then i need to express what i learned, maybe talking, sometimes teaching. The outside communication of internal believings fixes the cool things and lets me understand the problems before i have to experience them on the field. That’s because people’s way of understanding things it’s not linear, it’s sense based. And sense needs to have solid basis.

I’m in my hotel room, naked on the bed with the laptop on a drawer removed from the nightstand. I’m again in Sardinia, my friends sleep in the nearby room and this small hotel features a very fast wi-fi, I got the password from the hotel manager that wrote it for me on a small piece of paper. It’s a character from an old Sega mega drive videogame. It’s not Sonic.

Some days ago Facebook bought FriendFeed, I’m still chatting sometimes with Melody and with Adam and all those things seems so normal, so common these times. I’m not in the mood to get some work done, I should be on holiday and this internet connection also connects me to my everyday life.

On Facebook i have some friends inviting me to join their business groups. Why should i join those all branded + serious empty groups? All these questions have been asked and answered in the Cluetrain manifesto many years ago, and now I only feel that strange lonely internet-mood while in a foreign hotel room.

What’s the cool way to use the internet? I tried almost every forum/second life fail/chat/social stuff/website community on our western internet and? Maybe it will be enough to post some mp3s from the concerts of the next days, share only the stuff that i really care about. But i’m still puzzled. I’m missing so many things in my life that i cannot even count them. I feel in a big mess and trying to get organized, trying to follow a dream that could come true in the next years only means to lose other days of my life on earth with normal people.

Being this overly-connected is not giving much, i think, compared to the daily learning and giving that a “normal” friendship can guarantee. And… my normal friendships today come from the internet of some years ago.

I’m not that kind of orthodox christian, anyway i remember most of the stories from the Old Testament: one of these tells about that guy planting seeds on the stones, and putting seeds in the ground. That’s just a concept to make you understand that there are some places where seeds cannot grow. Every time I walk in the city i feel that all that stories are false. Plants and grass are growing everywhere, even in the space between stones.

i’m still in my empty hotel room, and the simple action of posting on the internet, tonight has the taste of a failure. All those songs of unhappy people are full of ideas far from the reality. The only song with the word “happy” on the lyrics is a cover of “father and son” of Cat Stevens, when he says “I am old, but I’m happy”.

That “but” it’s a small proof that he is lying, at least to himself.

We went in, and on time for the concert beginning, well… about 3 hours before the actual Kraftwerk’s concert. The Livorno stadium’s food stand offered kebab and pizza, that’s a simple way to make me happy. While listening to a sad girl singing on a electronic base on the stage we searched for the place with the best acoustic. On the grass, just in front of the stage the sounds were terrible, too many bass frequencies, almost no middle frequencies and loud volume. On the right tiers we found a nice and perfectly balanced place. Then I heard the speaker announcing a famous Emilia Romagna band: Offlaga Disco Pax. My heart started to bump, and I rushed near the stage: he was him! Max! So many years since last concert and he’s still that young serious middle aged man. I appreciated his songs from the latest great delusion album “bachelite”, they were sung with passion and nice execution.

When Max finished I looked to the crowd, so many nice girls.

We got back to our listening place in the high tiers. I felt just like in the mountains, silence and looking to all these small people far and chaotic I felt better. Bonaventura is a nice quiet guy, and he’s a perfect companion for a listening concert. All these people on the stadium’s grass were not so quiet and for sure not interested to the audio quality. Then the night arrived, a white curtain appeared on stage and a strong synth voice announced “man machine“. Same old chills up my spine, feelings of cold metallic human beings on stage. Then we got into “tour de france” and I started to look at the animations in the mega screen, they were simple but very meaningful, I understood that I couldn’t just listen to the concert, the images were an important part of the communication. I felt that those 4 people on state wanted to say something to me, so I tried to understand. In “tour de france” the beginning was very similar to the album version, then they got through an evolution of sounds and rhythm that seemed very creative and soft, but also the kind of sounds changed to more “modern” ones, and the images followed. The strong idea of evolution came to my mind. Then a storm like sound announced the epic beginning of “autobahn“. The screaming voice game me once again chills and I felt in a small paradise. So much love, for such a common thing amazed me, and made me think. I wish I could put so much attention and passion to a thing in my life like they did, I deeply admire those guys.

“das model” had mostly black and white retro style movies on the screens, the song was slightly different from the album version and I was amazed from their polite and humble way of making music. Then the sky felt, a voice strong like a tornado broke the stadium. I was the beginning of “radioactivity“. The voice was subtitled with a huge green font on the main screen. It announced just like god would have spoken an horrible warning:

Sellafield-2 will produce 7.5 tons of plutonium every year. 1.5 kilogram of plutonium make a nuclear bomb.

Sellafield-2 will release the same amount of radioactivity into the environment as Chernobyl every 4.5 years.

The remaining part of the song shook my environmental soul more than I thought it were possible. When the 4 robots came on stage to play “the robots” I didn’t have the mood to dance anymore, I felt so lonely and so grateful for hearing that broadcast communication on the mistakes about atomic energy that I found difficult to concentrate on the next songs.

I felt so sorry for myself listening to “computer love” and relieved and calm during “computer world“. Then we got through a very dark mood with “trans europe express” that came to my hears with some kind of uncritical acceptance.

I enjoyed so much all the other songs (like “aerodinamic“), but I don’t remember well. I think I’ll wait for Bonaventura’s review.

Kraftwerk’s concert ended with “music no stop“, I felt it just like a big wish for my future.

There was also Aphex Twin on stage, after the Kraftwerk, but he was just a bunch of schizophrenic noise compared to the masters, and I couldn’t enjoy him.

Today I just feel the need to cry, and then hours of silence to think and remember.