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A new definition of social software…

Can I just recommend The Devil’s Dictionary 2.0? There’s a particularly insightful definition of social software:

social software, noun
Any arbitrary collection of algorithms, protocols and metadata that allows friendless agoraphobics to pretend otherwise. “I’m having trouble deciding which node in my social software network I’m going to ask to the e-prom.”

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Radio & Music

On album sales and piracy…

I’m not particularly in the mood to get too involved in this discussion at the moment, but I just thought it interesting that the music businesses hysteria about piracy destroying the music business doesn’t seem to be being borne out by the fact that album sales are at an all-time high. Here’s a quote from the Guardian article:

“Music album sales in the United Kingdom have defied the industry’s alarm calls about piracy, shrugging off the world of CD burning and internet file sharing to reach a record high. After a dip in the first quarter of the year, sales hit a new peak of 228.3m at the end of June, almost 3% up on last year. The figure published yesterday by the British Phonographic Industry marks the fifth consecutive year that album sales have topped 200m.”

Now there’s a slump in the sale of singles (but then that’s been happening for years anyway) and – admittedly – the increased sales are mainly in discounted CDs, which has meant a small drop in the industry’s profits, but really – album sales at all time high does not seem to me to correspond that well with “piracy is destroying the music business”… What am I missing here?

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Personal Publishing

Guardian launches new weblog…

If you go to the front page of the Guardian today, the third story down isn’t a story at all. In fact it’s nothing less than a link through to a new weblog that the Guardian are supporting – KickAAS – designed as a resource and platform for activists campaigning against agricultual subsidies. Now from what I remember, the OnlineBlog was set up as a bit of a sideline and didn’t initially go through normal brand-control channels (I could be completely wrong on that), but this one must have been approved. I’ll be interested to see how it develops – will it be brand-enhancing, will it be brand-destroying, or is it going to pod itself off from the main site and take on a complete life of its own – the first of many weblog projects? [Thanks to Jones for the link]

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What I do in my spare time…

Everybody has a space alien twin – who watches over us day and night: “For every human being on Earth, there appears to be an alien counterpart who takes care of them when times get tough, who shares the same thoughts and who bears a remarkable resemblance to them physically,” says respected cosmologist Dr. Thomas Coates. “This relationship appears to be the true cause of thousands of so-called abduction experiences — and perhaps every story we’ve ever heard about guardian angels.”

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Family

Here be monsters?

A selection of weird “it’s been in the back of my head for a while now” posts about trying to find my biological father: Looking for Tom Coates (Jan 2002), On searching for ‘father’ (Nov 2001), Ring random people with my father’s name (Sept 2001), Pictures of my father (Jan 2001). This might be the time to acknowledge publically that – in fact – I have been using Google adwords to try and get information about my father, which I know is a bit weird, but hey – it makes my brain hurt a bit when I think about it, so what do you expect? Rational behaviour? If you want to see the Google Ad, then it’s here. Please don’t click on it, as it costs me money and it just goes to one of the pages above.

My position on finding my father has always been a bit vague. I really really didn’t want to talk about it with my mother. I didn’t want to ask her any information or anything. And – of course – this would have made the whole process of finding him nigh-on impossible, assuming that I actually started looking for him seriously, which I never really have. And why? I think the reason I haven’t is because I’m scared – scared of whether he’d like me, scared of whether he’d be appalled of me being gay, scared of whether when I find him he’ll be already in the ground and that then I’ll have only the certainty that I’ll never know either way if he’d be proud or ashamed of me.

This all sounds a bit cheap-airport-novel to me, but no doubt in some way it’s true enough.

So what have I done? In possibly the most half-hearted campaign ever, I’ve looked his name up on a few online directories (his name is the same as mine – go figure), and I’ve sent several dozen e-mails to complete strangers around the world with the same name. I’ve stuck up a Google Ad.

But that’s all the trivial stuff. More importantly I’ve made myself very visible. My father worked in computers for crap’s sake, back when you debugged machine code with ball-point-pens on big stacks of paper with perforated strips down the side punched with holes. If he was still alive today he must have been on the internet at least once, right? He must – sometime in the last ten years or so – have typed his own name into a bloody search engine? Right? And I’ve been here – the most internet-visible “Tom Coates” in the world – owning something like seven of the top-ten “Tom Coates” spots on Google. I’m like a bloody massive flashing beacon of findableness. I’m the fucking atom bomb on a dark night. And has he seen me? Has he arse.

I feel a bit like the SETI Project to be honest. Lighting up the darkness with a seeming infinity of radio waves and broadcasts. Radio, TV, Web, Print… I’m here! Anyone who wanted to could find me a moment! So why don’t they come?

Anyway – now I know more than I ever have before because – dear god – I’ve finally had that conversation with my mother. I now know that the invisible parent was born in August 1940. I know that he went to the same school as Dudley Moore (which I think was Dagenham County High School). This was a surprise – in the back of my head I’d always assumed he was from Norfolk like my mum. This makes me more city-folk industrial by history than I’d expected. Apparently he worked for Honeywell computers and then ‘Digital Computers’ in America for a while. My mother said they chose him because he had a funny brain. And he evidently had a fair share of personal issues with his family. Apparently his mother died and his father remarried. He didn’t like the new woman much it seems…

So what now? I know that you’re supposed to take information like that to St Catherine’s House and that they’re supposed to tell you all about whether he’s alive or dead or not or where he’s living now – or if he’s even in the country (or alive, which I’m beginning to doubt). But while I know what you do with the information cerebrally, emotionally I don’t think I have a clue what to make of the whole thing. Just learning all this stuff was a strange and disconcerting experience – I could feel my brain squirrelling the information out of my conscious mind as quickly as possible, out of sight, out of the way. But I can feel it lurking, like an irritating piece of meat stuck in your back teeth that you keep tonguing but can’t get out. And if you did get it out there would be no certainty that it wouldn’t explode to massive inconceivable size, sprout tooth and scale and claw and take my bloody head off. “You’ve gone way off the map, Sonny,” my mind seems to say in full Geoffrey Rush Pirates of the Caribbean style. “Here be monsters”.

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Gay Politics

On the distribution of gay teenagers…

Yesterday (via new-favourite-weblog Let Me Get This Straight), I stumbled upon an article about a Bronx senator and a conservative legal group in Florida who are suing the Harvey Milk school in New York with discrimination. The Harvey Milk school is the target of this attack because it is ‘the gay school” – it’s being accused of discrimination because (apparently) it discriminates against straight students (Lawsuit challenges gay high school). Now the school is unlikely to have too much trouble with this threat because it’s actually open to students of any sexuality. It’s perhaps not too much of a shock, however, that only gay students really want to enter into a programme that’s marked as being particularly capable of meeting their needs of people who are experiencing problems at their schools on the basis of their sexuality. I’d love to see the barely-hidden smile when they say, “We’re open to anyone who’s having trouble at their schools because of their sexuality – so find me a straight kid who’s being beaten up and harrassed by an overwhelming force of gay students and is being failed institutionally by an entirely gay staff and they’re in…” In fact in many ways this whole enterprise is a really bad idea for the anti-gay people – they’re just providing a platform for gay activists to detail all the ways in which our education systems fail gay teenagers [cf. On Homophobic Bullying in Schools].

Now I’ve had a couple of conversations with friends about the Harvey Milk school and they’ve been quite surprised by my feelings towards it. They assume it’s a kind of ghettoisation and that we should instead be fighting to make all schools gay-friendly. Certainly, this isn’t an uncommon feeling among gay people – the respondents to the Let me Get This Straight post aren’t uncritical. But I’m not critical at all – in fact quite the opposite. First and foremost I’m supportive because the specifics of the functioning of the school aren’t really encapsulated in the phrase ‘gay school’ very well – I think there’s generally a misunderstanding about what the school is there to achieve and when you explain its function to people, they pretty much get it immediately. It’s not there because gay children are a problem, and it’s not there to try and detach them from straight people or ‘normal’ life in any way – it’s there because the kids are getting regular, daily harrassment in their current school – harrassment that is almost impossible to control, permeates everywhere and can be extremely dangerous. Of course these things should be fixed at the source – school shouldn’t be a homophobic environment – but while they are, in extreme cases, you can understand the reasoning…

The other aspect of this is more complicated and I think it’s got something to do with the geographic distribution of gay children. Now the most obvious grounds for discrimination are probably things like religion, race, background or gender. For every single one of those things, while there are some schools in which one religion, race, background or gender might be in a significant minority, there are other schools in which the same ‘type of person’ will be in the majority. In religion, race and background these things are likely to be geographically determined – what’s a minority in one place will be a majority elsewhere. And (all things being equal, as in fact they never are) that means that there’s always the possibility of moving to a place where your child will not be judged on the basis of that one signifier.

Gender is different of course – there isn’t (for example) a massive geographical clumping of women around Nottingham. But still – there’s a roughly 50/50 split in boys and girls in pretty much every reasonably sized area in the world, so any places where there are lots of boys will mean a different place with lots of girls nearby. And of course – in terms of gender and schools – there are more often than not only really three stable states – girls only, boys only or roughly 50/50 (with exceptions of course for schools that place different emphases on subjects that attract one gender more than the other but are open to both – not uncommon, but also normally evened out by the presence locally of schools that complement them).

Now gay kids are in a different situation. Firstly, they’re not in any way geographically clumped. If living in a specific area would normally mean that the people you go to school with would be on average more similar to you on all the axes of religion, background, income and race (language even), it bears no relationship to whether or not they’re going to be gay or not. This makes it quite distinct from the geographical spread of gay adults, who tend towards cities where there’s more opportunity to clump into interest communities and lifestyle communities. But gay parents don’t necessarily have gay children, if they have children at all – so even in the most gay areas on the planet, there are still going to be no more gay kids than the 0.5% – 10% seem worldwide.

So they’re not geographically clumped, but nor are they evenly balanced like the genders. Gay kids represent a disreet chunk of the school-attending population – but not a particularly large chunk. The figures for the incidence of homosexuality among adults vary dramatically depending on which study you believe, but the consensus is that it’s probably somewhere between 0.5% and 10%. At school, the figure of kids who are out to their friends and families (let alone to the world at large) will be considerably smaller than this figure.

So what does this mean? It means, fundamentally, that gay kids will pretty much always be in the minority at their schools. They’ll pretty much always be considered the freaks and they’ll pretty much always have to see themselves as strange, different or abnormal. In this they probably have much more in common with groups with unusual inherited mental or physical attributes that have the potential to ostracise – and that’s everything from severe physical handicaps all the way to the unusually bright. Some of these groups we don’t have second thoughts about schooling differently – autistic children or the insanely clever for example. Others (those with physical problems for example) we try to integrate into local schools – because we believe that whenever possible a physical problem shouldn’t be a reason to stop an individual having the same options and opportunities as anyone else.

So that brings us to gay teenagers – what group are they in? Do they deserve access to the same options and opportunities as everyone else – clearly yes. But do they also have needs that aren’t likely to be met in a school in which they’ll always be in a radical minority. I’d say yes to that too. A gay teenager should have the opportunity while at school to realise that there are loads of other people like themselves, to forget – for a while at least – that they are not like everyone else. They should also have the opportunity to meet and date and flirt with other teenagers without wondering if they’re going to get beaten up. They should have the ability to have crushes on people without it being statistically inevitable that they’d have them on straight people. They should have the opportunity to do all that learning about relationships and going steady that are open in principle to straight people in general (even if many straight kids don’t feel able to take advantage of them).

So where does that leave us? Clearly the Harvey Milk model isn’t right for every gay kid or – indeed – even every big city. Nonetheless something needs to be done. There has to be some way for all gay teenagers to have someone to advise them without worrying that their secret will get back to their families before they’re ready to tell them themselves. And there has to be a way for gay kids to have those Dawson’s Creek moments that their straight friends wander through without realising how lucky they are. Maybe better guidance counsellors and gay summer-camps are the answer – who knows… But let’s not close our minds to the option of schools that advertise themselves as gay-friendly just yet, eh? The situation’s too grim at the moment to shut any options completely off…

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The Disposable Happy Trash of Fun Love Stuff!

And here we are at the end of our tour of the best and worst that Theme Park World has to offer. We’ve experienced the intellectual highs of science, the corrupt dismal depths of current affairs and the gleaming happy purity of the ever-present loving touch of mothership Apple. But at the end of our journey – what will you take with you? What goody bag will return back with you to the humdrumity of ‘I.R.L.’? I’ll tell you what… A motley selection of linky trash fun!

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The Sage Beauty of Apple Computers!

Our penultimate ride today (ladies and gentlemen) will be a sedate and elegant one indeed. Clamber about your transport – the translucent white ones are slower but I think more elegant – and prepare to see the view from above the great fields of Apple Computing! An experience not to be missed… One day only…

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Thrills and spills in Current Affairs!

Don’t give up faith, my children – our epic journey is reaching its conclusion! But first it’s time for the thrills and spills of the dark and dirty depths of current affairs, journalism and politics. Will you lose your very soul to the mischief and profanity? Will the dark clammy hand of fate slide down your back towards your trousers? Slow and methodical but relentless?

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The Magic Palace of Design and Fonts!

Come closer! Come closer! Our tour of the epic achievements of the interweb progresses! See as we approach the Palace of Design and fonts, inlaid with Mother of Pearl and Lapis Lazuli, filled with epic gauntlets as big as a man dribbling with pomegranate juice and ice-filled silver bathtubs cooling design mangos and fresh typeface champagne…