Exploring AquaMinds NoteTaker

All About My Secret Cyber-Life

As Yoda once noted, "There is another." And so it is with my bloggy existence--truth be told, I have another cyber-family across town . . .

CultureHack has been in mothballs almost from the day I established this little NoteTaker-based beachhead. Recently, however, I've applied the paddles to CultureHack and it seems to be breathing on its own again. Check out the "Honey, I'm Home" post over there for more details.

The point's this: I'm feeling pretty spunky over at my first blog--in the past few days, I've let a few rants fly that pretty much accomplish the same thing as Jack Palance doing warm-ups for his One-Arm Pushup Thing--and I'm extending a cordial, self-serving invitation to check-out what I'm up to. I've similarly sent the very patient CultureHack readers to pay a visit or two over here.

As for Exploring AquaMinds NoteTaker, have no fear--it'll still be around. The only thing that's changed is when I want to let loose with with an essay that has nothing to do with NT, I'll have someplace inherently designed to accept my highly developed brand of stream-of-consciousness. This seems like an eminently sane arrangement because in the course of a typical day, I have many more opinions about Life, The Universe and Everything then I do about tech tips and workarounds. And rather than begin to dilute the focus of this site--yes, the terrifying thing is that this site does have a focus (of sorts)--it's more orderly to say the really outlandish, hair-curling stuff over at that blog.

Plus, I gotta admit that Uma still hasn't contacted me, so I can only assume--however horrifying the thought may be--that She Who Must Be Desired is interested in things other than NoteTaker. Given this revelation, giving myself some more topical elbow room seemed a sound strategy in my ongoing campaign for Uma's heart . . .

See you soon--either here or there.

Pond Scum Spotlight: In Which Idiots Who Pollute Cyberspace Get the Level of Attention They Obviously Crave

Hi There. I’ve just spent the past hour or so scrubbing spam comments off this weblog. Big, dumb, robotic intrusions into a discourse space with the sole purpose of shoving unsolicited ecommerce past the eyeballs of unsuspecting visitors.

Let’s be clear: This is not the equivalent of email spam--which, loathsome as it may be, is merely junk mail with no barriers to entry. Spam comments, on the other hand, can only be compared to annoying, psychotic non sequiturs that interrupt conversation. Imagine yourself at a party speaking intensely with two other people about something all three of you care passionately about. Now imagine this asshole--slightly sweaty, bug-eyed, in a cheap suit--muscling his way in, screaming Excuse me! Excuse me! I want you to buy a prom dress from me!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen--we’re talking about Business Pond Scum here. People worse than those electronic stores that have 30-year-long going out of business sales; people more creepy than those guys with less than full sets of teeth, who want to sell you stereo speakers off the back of a U-Haul; impolite thugs who basically need to be bitch-slapped into silence and then sent to military school.

Any one who follows the arc of this weblog must realize by now that my politics are not those of the sitting government. However, this morning I had an epiphany: I could finally wrap my head around and fully get behind capital punishment--I’d like to see the cretins who spray-painted this weblog with bad, even misspelled self-advertisements marched before a firing squad. Up Against the Wall, You Mothers. . . Bam! Next?

Of all the guerilla merchandisers who visited like burglars in the dead of night, my personal favorite is the search page which promises “Search Without Junk.” Yeah, that’s right, the hypocritical bastards are spamming to promote an allegedly spam-free search engine. Do me, yourself and every other legitimate Web citizen a favor--don’t patronize this service provider--ever. Forget about some kind of metaphysical rationalization for a boycott--it simply comes down to lying in public: They are junk merchants who say they don’t abide junk. Uh, good luck with your next search with them--you know, that critical one on which your job depends . . .

Plays Well With Others: How NoteTaker Has Deepened Its Web Connectivity

More volts!
I'm sucking the juice from the generator
More volts!
More volts!

More volts!
"More suck at the duct" my dictu
More volts!
More volts!
--Brian Eno
“I Fall Up”

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
--Arthur C. Clarke, "Profiles of The Future"

As I become an increasingly middle-aged hipster, an interesting distillation process is occurring: The relentless march of time is acting like an acid bath on my world view--eroding the softer, more insubstantial portions of my conceptual framework and leaving the titanium-hard truisms.

During my significantly misspent youth, I often wondered why the Previous Generation seemed to cling to cliches--but now, having morphed from revolutionary to ruling class--I clearly see that in many cases, I mistook naturally evolving philosophic minimalism for intellectual ossification. In retrospect, it seems quaint: Like futile attempts to prove the superiority of baroque art over, say, Robert Motherwell. Lots of stuff going on is not the same as smart stuff happening. (The corollary is that pretty stuff does not imply substantive stuff--unless, of course, you happen to be Uma Thurman.) Put another way, philosophic minimalism done properly is pretty much like holding four aces--you can be forgiven about not obsessing about the other 48 cards . . .

As NoteTaker matures, I’m beginning to sense a similar sort of focus on its own conceptual verities--Gather, Organize, Share-- along with a commitment to be singularly powerful in each of these areas. It’s NoteTaker’s four aces. To be sure, there are other metaphoric cards in the deck but, at the risk of echoing Orwell, All Cards Are Not Equal. This brutal, Darwinian observation, while decidedly not PC, is absolutely true--just ask the Two of Diamonds. I suppose a more gentle way of saying this is to observe the Two of Diamonds suffers from a Court Card Deficiency, but the weather here is ugly and I’m not feeling diplomatically charitable . . .

Honey, Has the Blog Been Fed? Transforming Google Mail Into a Research Database Embedded In NoteTaker

Now time and distance
melt away
No digital delay
And some things
can be written down
that we're too shy to say
Send me an email
that says "I love you"

--Neil Tennant/Chris Lowe

Yesterday, I had one of those 2001: A Space Odyssey Moments. You know--like the ape, downstream of touching the Monolith, looking at a bone and slowly understanding its tool-cum-weapon potential. In my case, however, the Monolith wasn’t that minimalist piece of alien alloy (which, in retrospect, resembled a high-end kitchen counter top), it was Google, the new mothership in town.

While it's already becoming fashionable to look askance at the burgeoning ubiquity of the Big Polychrome G, I've always perversely enjoyed the early days of any first-class invasion—whether Pod People, cicadas or Windows v.3. There's something Very Casablanca that appeals to me—the whole "We'll always have Paris" thing, respectively recontextualized as Earth, Our Gardens Next Summer and Cupertino. And let's face it, Google is beginning to resemble Thomas Jerome Newton's World Enterprises ("I don't believe it. I can't believe it. You have nine basic patents here. Nine! That's basic patents. Do you know what that means?"). But like Farnsworth, I'm not looking the gift horse in the mouth, content instead to queue-up at Google Labs to eagerly use the inevitable next step of the Occupation (which for a brief moment was GoogleX—presumably before the Apple legal department stirred and woke).

So you folks over in the Resistance might as well save the e- cards and letters; I'm simply not ready to be Turned at this point: See me as a Digital-Age Louis—content to play both sides in a state of amoral grace.

NT Audio Blog Proof-of-Concept

Welcome to yet another crazed bit of research from the Bansai Institute in the wilds of New Jersey.

Those early adopters among you will clearly see where this little experiment is headed, but Baby Steps First is advisable. While I'm loath to over-promise, I think the chance of further forward motion over the weekend is good.

From my perspective, I see the glimmer of an opportunity to regularly assault you in ways that push beyond scrolling text and yet remain NT-predicated. As Henry Frankenstein might say, "It's Alive!"

I expect that as NoteTaker-driven blogs morph into talkies, it may be the downfall of many Silent Era authors. So sensitive was I to this fact--and so anxious was I to avoid the fate of John Gilbert in the early '30s--I considered doing the proof-of-concept clip with a Greta Garbo accent, based on the fact she both survived and thrived in the talkies. But then I thought First Impressions being important, introducing myself in Audio Drag was clearly Not a Good Idea . . .


MP3 File

Friday, March 4, 2005 10:47:24 AM

NoteTaker As Metadatabase: Oblique Strategies For Enhanced Information Management (A Conceptual Road Trip)

A meditation on metadata, Uma Thurman, multi-solution applications, the American Film Institute, search engines, Keith Olbermann, information management, drug-addled trips to Las Vegas, regressive databases, writer’s block, recombinant software features, Brian Eno, embedded Web browsers, technology-as-Meat-Loaf-songs, the nature of blogging, Hunter Thompson, WebKits, Citizen Kane, pre-blogging, Myst, Web notebooks, camera obscuras, live chat inside a notebook, Alice in Wonderland, templates, The Matrix, and--oh yeah--NoteTaker; definitely NoteTaker . . .(Did I mention Uma Thurman?)

It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
"She blinded me with science!"
And failed me in biology
--Thomas Dolby

Go to an extreme, move back to a more comfortable place
In which the Author grapples with the present Work

A confession: As unbelievable as it seems, sometimes I’m at a loss for words. And since much of my living is predicated on my ability to stare at a blank word-processor window and conjure-up something, these Now What? Moments can be more than disconcerting. After all this time, I’ve never worked out where the words actually come from and thus, at the start of every new piece of jangled prose, there’s an instantaneous crossing-of-fingers and the hope that my mental tuner is still able to pick up WRIT (Good morning, Writers! You’re listening to All Inspiration All The Time, and this one is going out to Kevin Sheridan in Washington, DC!).

My regularly occurring scrutiny of the authorial abyss has, of course, given rise to a craftsman’s superstition: I keep a deck of Oblique Strategies on my desk. I got my first set of these cards in 1975 and they’ve since become a serious and pricey collector’s item. This cool factor has necessitated a stand-in deck for everyday use; an easily available reissue.

The creators of Oblique Strategies, composer/producer Brian Eno and the late artist Peter Schmidt, describe them as “Over One-Hundred Worthwhile Dilemmas.” The cards are further categorized as “a set of possibilities.” They are intended to be used when a problem occurs in a working situation. I use them in this way: When I’m stuck, I draw a card and attempt to apply its advice to my work. The beauty of this ritual is that should every atom of my writer’s being rebel at what’s being suggested, I simply ask myself why the card is definitively wrong. Answering this involves articulating what the piece is about and where it’s going--which invariably jump-starts the prose.

Going Postal: Putting Email and RSS Feeds Inside NoteTaker

It’s snowing out there. Granted, it’s a Washington, DC kind of snow--so we’re talking about, what? two inches? In short, a Weenie Blizzard. But this is DC, an inherently multicultural town--and a city that also has traffic circles designed by a guy who really wanted to do Paris (architecturally speaking--to clearly differentiate him from Debbie’s very different relationship to Dallas).

So before calling me a wuss, let’s take a moment and plug all the variables into this brutal little equation: Newly minted diplomat from a sunny clime (with diplomatic immunity--ie, American laws--traffic or otherwise--don’t apply to him) while driving to his embassy encounters the first snow he’s ever seen and the first traffic circle (vicious merry-go-rounds of careening, high-speed metal-plastic-rubber). Comprehend? I like to think that driving in a DC snow storm has only one true soundtrack--Bowie’s Low, a CD that features “Breaking Glass” and “Always Crashing In the Same Car” (on reflection, there’s also “Sound and Vision,” sounding like ice-rink music).

Thus, when it snows in Washington, the city hunkers down, deeply afraid of itself. It’s time to make sure there’s scotch and firewood and a shopping bag full of DVDs (blessedly, the Age of iTunes has enabled me to continue shopping for music in white-out conditions).

Me, I’ve got Miles Davis’ Tutu angularly unfolding from the speakers, I’m staring at the steadily increasing amounts of snow outside the windows of Sheridan World Headquarters and, in the distance, I can hear the faint-but-tortured sound of colliding diplomatic vehicles. But I pay it no mind, for I am hard at work making NoteTaker even more useful for you--Reader Who Did Question My Fortitude With Regard To Snow Storms. This vehemently denied fact does not offend me because I know that by the end of this post, you will be so indebted to me, the guilt over doubting my steely resolve in blizzards will nearly drive you to suicide.

Pulp Blogging: Getting Stuff Into NoteTaker (In Which Mr Sheridan Takes An Inordinate Amount of Time Getting To the Point, Gambling the Tips Are Worth the Ride)

Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free . . .
--Bruce Springsteen
“Thunder Road”

The holidays are finally over and once more I’ve miraculously survived. True to tradition, the year-end celebrations often had dodge-ball dynamics. This time, however, I somehow managed to miss the commemorative Last Standing tee-shirts. They must have been handed out when I was in the middle of that six-hour drive to Philadelphia (usually a tad over two hours at my admittedly lawbreaking pace). Or while I was doing that weird Kramer dance around the strewn pieces of my nephew’s new Transformer army. Or maybe as I swarmed Fresh Fields with the rest of the free-range crowd on a kamikaze mission to pick up the turkey (no, wait--that was Thanksgiving; or was it?).

In retrospect, I’m actually thinking of pitching Fox on making The Holidays the premise of next season’s 24: Kiefer Sutherland racing against time, grappling with last-minute shopping, running out of wrapping paper, et. al. As an elevator pitch, I actually think it’s quite compelling . . .

But as usual, I digress. With all the festive horror behind us, it’s once again time to get down and geeky with all the blog-ish things you can do with v1.9 upgrade), here are the simple rules:

I cheerfully stitch together NT blogging solutions, often blowing up things along the way ("So You Don’t Have To" ^TM). The price I extract for this basically useful service is your acceptance of my luxurious disregard for linearity. After all, Time and Logical Progression are highly overrated concepts. As I see it, my mission is to ensure that this blog’s utility ultimately outweighs its off-the-meds, free-associative self-indulgence. In short, it’s pretty much the same implicit deal that’s struck when listening to a Robyn Hitchcock CD.

You Can Never Have Enough Dubious Insularity

A quick update--I finally got around to testing the most recent version the NewsFan RSS aggregator and it also failed my simple-yet-critical cut-and-paste test. Remind me to send a case of Scotch to the folks over at NewsFire in appreciation of their standing as the only rational news reader on my computer.

Coincidentally, NewsFire has just released a v.4 update which can be found here. If you agree with my frustration with RSS aggregators that do not support simple cut-and-paste, download NewsFire and give it a spin. The developer should be given all the encouragement that can be mustered.

Friday, December 10, 2004 12:00:04 AM

Future Shock: Beyond Yesterday's Tomorrows

No Future.
Punk Manifesto, circa 1978

During Thanksgiving--no doubt abetted by the extravagant cigar and the fine single-malt scotch--I resumed pondering blogs and their overly defined place within the time-space continuum. Recently, I ranted about the crypto-fascist temporality of current blog structures, but somewhere between cutting a V into the cigar crown and searching for wooden matches, it struck me that blogs (as currently crippled) are not temporal enough for those who buy into their Reverse March of Time model.

A typical weblog is the ultimate review mirror: This is what I've previously written, in the order I wrote it. But it's pretty useless for signaling authorial intent. In other words, while it does a too efficient job letting you know what I wrote last Tuesday, there is is no elegant way to communicate what I plan to post next Tuesday--and the Tuesday after that. In order to do so, I'd have to create an instantly and automatically archived post about, well, the future. And while the National Archives building informs me that The Past Is Prologue, forcing visitors to dig through historical content to discover what next week promises is conceptually dissonant; a weird online exercise in Back To the Future.

May The Blog Backgrounders Be With You: Another Use For The Blog Book Concept

I've finally gotten around to exploring another promising use for the previously discussed Blog Book. Imagine the idea being brought to bear on a specific, potentially complex topic. The weblog and site references in this type of blog book would be tightly integrated aspects of a single argument. This variety of blog book would be less 3-D blog roll and much more a literal backgrounder that could be used to efficiently reference a complex topic without having to skim its surface within a weblog post.

No Getting Jiggy With the Architect: Assumed Blog Behavior As Weblog Reality

There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept . . .
As you adequately put, the problem is choice.
The Architect
The Matrix Reloaded

The most important thing is the thing most easily forgotten.
Brian Eno / Peter Schmidt
Oblique Strategies Card

And how could it be so wrong
When it was so right?
Lloyd Cole
"I'm Gone"

In the wake of my circumlocutious posting about Miles Davis, jazz authenticity, studio composition and--oh yeah--blogging, I've continued to ponder its implications. Which goes to show that even left-field rambling can trigger logical and argumentative dominoing that end at surprising destinations.

An embarrassing product of a Jesuit education (certain members of the Society are still blushing at the dubious achievement of me), I nevertheless had Big Intellectual Fun in school and am particularly grateful that the concept of Right Questions being more important than Right Answers was driven so deeply into me that it merged with my DNA.

It's a simple and somewhat obvious thing, but also enlightening in a Zen-like way: Perfectly correct answers to Wrong Questions paradoxically result in the self-satisfied adrenaline rush of being Absolutely Right at the same time you are Utterly Wrong. But being a pleasure-seeking species, we rarely look beyond that satisfied high. This goes far in explaining many--if not most--of humanity's screw-ups: Smartly reasoned responses to thoroughly stupid queries.

Archiving Revisited (Or How I Learned To Start Worrying and Love Second Thoughts)

I'm not predisposed to revisiting previous work. My relationship with writing is a bit bipolar: Massive focus up until publication and then, well, I wish the work luck and success Out There and turn my attention to the next nascent prose at hand, thinking little--if ever again--about the finished piece. I suppose my philosophy about my own stuff is like the old Frito Lay tag line: "We'll make more."

Earlier today, however, as I was preparing to add MarsEdit and BlogAssist to the sidebar resources, one of my earlier riffs caught my eye--the one that pointed out NoteTaker could also be used to archive the actual posted blog entries as proof against some sort of Blog Service Provider Armageddon. In retrospect, it's basically my weblog version of Dr. Strangelove's subterranean plan for survivors.

Blog Content and All That Jazz:NoteTaker and the Mixdown of Meaning

A major benefit of engaging in multiple projects is the instances of cross-pollination between disparate gigs. When not holding forth here, I'm involved in other endeavors both more and less Gonzo. One of these involves jazz titan Miles Davis--and most recently, I've been focusing on his so-called "difficult" 1968-75 period.

Time has been good to this stage of Miles' artistic evolution: What was once incomprehensible to many is now seen as groundbreaking as the other phases of his career. Central to Difficult Miles is his use of the recording studio as a compositional tool (something further built upon by Brian Eno). I explored this over the past weekend, by examining the 18 tape edits that give shape and structure to "Pharaoh's Dance" from Davis' Bitches Brew. (So no, my involvement with other projects is not to imply I actually have a Life.)

The Silence and the Fans

Can't you hear me talkin' to you
I'm callin' you one more time
All night operator
Dial me a better line
--Bryan Ferry
"All Night Operator"

It's all rather like an Ingmar Bergman film, isn't it? Those who are kind enough to leave commments on this site only to seemingly be faced with The Silence. Well, actually it's not like that at all.

Given the nature of this site, it's understandable that many of the comments focus on the nitty gritty of set-up and configuration. Because of this, I usually choose to answer my new best friends via email. To do so with a responding comment runs the risk of turning this site into a knowledge base affair, which means it would soon have to grow up and behave itself. After all, would you want tech support from a wild-eyed, Bryan-Ferry-Spouting eccentric with a tumble-down haircut? Nah--and neither would I.

To do with credibility would mean Growing Up. And in terms of this site, I'd simply rather traverse the universe in a police box, offering jelly babies and unsolicited ideas to anyone I encounter. (And indeed, you'll notice that no one ever asked the Good Doctor what precisely he was doing with that sonic screwdriver--so I rest my case.)

Oops! Off course yet again. The point is that all comments are answered--but many privately, where the fact that I don't always use Annoying Capitalization and overwrought italics won't be observed.

Are we clear? Good. Now would you like a jelly baby?

The composition of this entry was made possible in part by Ornithology from the album "Broadcast Performances" by Charlie Parker

Monday, October 25, 2004 12:30:28 PM

Pulling Over For a RSS Stop:In Which the Notions of Info Scrapbooks and Wannabe Wire Services Are Called Into Question

The half-dozen of you who regularly subject yourselves to this idiosyncratic mix of confession, ire, observation, pop cultural critique and--lest we forget--tech tips regarding the use of NoteTaker as a muscular weblog client have come to realize that while I love the concept of blogging, I am less enamored with its usual executions.

For various and sundry reasons--many of them strewn across this site like the debris field of crashed conventional wisdom--my take on blogging is that it has rapidly settled into an an ongoing, online ontological opposition of itself. (Three bonus points for that piece of grandstanding alliteration, plus an additional point for it actually meaning something in addition to going for the cheap laugh.) Translation for those of you awake for less time than me (and with less coffee): Blogs are houses divided, with their rapid techno-evolution juxtaposed to the bizarre fussiness of their seemingly instant, hidebound "traditions."

In the main, the capabilities of weblogs are expanding at an impressive pace, even while the actual act of blogging remains suspended at the point of its initial brainstorm: Hey, we can create online diaries or superseded lists of information with this! It's pretty much as if the concept of websites was still rooted in the online conventions that took shape at inception of the Mosaic browser--even though CSS, XML Java and were available. Okay, not really--but truer than not.

Blog Books Redux: Organization As Meaning

A couple days downstream of invention's white heat/white light, I'm considering blog books (think blog rolls on steroids) in a more tactical fashion.

If the main reason to focus the power of NoteTaker on blogging is to deepen nearly every aspect of that process, shouldn't the same be true of NoteTaker-based blog inventories? And yes, while the aforementioned proof-of-concept did an excellent, gleamy-spandex-and-ray-guns job of demonstrating that blog rolls could be Significantly Different and Flexible when fueled by NoteTaker, let's face it: In the adrenaline-rush of Hey, we can do this!, I'm afraid I opted for nothing much more than a gratuitous, tech victory dance in the blog end zone. And while "Ha! Top This, You Bastards!" does have a certain joie de vie about it, I think we'd all be better served by further examination under, ahem, Adult Supervision.

The Street Finds a Use for Things:Thoughts on a Multiple-Part, Distributed Blog

Even if you've skimmed random parts of this site, it's pretty obvious that I don't like leaving well enough alone. I like repurposing--no matter whether it's seemingly rigid concepts or straight-forward, narrow-focus software solutions. French philosophers call it "bricolage," but me, I think William Gibson's savagely smart one-liner, The Street finds a use for things, more directly gets to the heart of the matter.

And interestingly, when the Street has its polymorphous way with something, it often changes the paradigm in question. Think about spreadsheets. The Street decided that numbers didn't necessarily need to go in all of those cells and, further, words on spreadsheets could be more than signage--they could just as easily be content. In essence, the Street highjacked the spreadsheet and turned it into a powerful, sortable to-do list. And in doing so (1) Personal information management was born and (2) Excel, as if suddenly becoming aware of its hitherto unsuspected multiple personality, began to helpfully include list wizards that both blessed and domesticated the highjacking.

Rockin' Roll: Proof of Concept Blog Book

It's like this: I just can't let theories just lay there. To see precisely how it would work, I lashed together a proof-of-concept "blog book," leveraging NoteTaker's embedded browser feature and its ability to output an HTML/Java notebook.

So pretend that this is a weblog sidebar and right around where the (yawn) blog roll should be, you find this:

Page Through My Favorite Blogs Here

Thank you, thank you . . .For this evening, my work here is done . . .

Monday, October 11, 2004 6:08:48 PM

Cataloging Your World: Creating "3-D" Blog Rolls

Blogging with NoteTaker via Ecto2 or MarsEdit raises the question of how NT-driven weblogs work with NoteTaker's own ability to create web notebooks. The easy, knee-jerk answer to sagely intone "Right tool for the right circumstances," which implies that NT blogs and NT web notebooks can't or shouldn't be combined. Recently, however, I thought of a powerful, integrated use of the two.

MarsEdit and NT: My Blog, My Rules

Years ago--eons actually--when I was a callow college student, I hung around Washington's Old Ebbet Grill so much, I seriously considered having my mail forwarded there. It was two doors down from the inn where the British met to coordinate their plans to burn Washington during the War of 1812. In retrospect, I think that appealed to my insurrectionary younger self.

To be clear, we are not talking about the "new" old Ebbet Grill--an odd Hollywood set iteration of the original (which was finally torn down). The "new" Old Ebbet Grill is a hang out for yuppie scum and often featured in films and on The West Wing as a "Washington Hot Spot"--as if such a thing existed in the New York sense. My Old Ebbet, however, was a hang out for preppie scum and managed not to be historical, opting instead for a sort of Raymond Chandleresque ambiance.

I'd Tell You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You

Honey, I'm home. . . . Now someone much smarter than myself would simply reach for the Dallas Dream Season Stratagem: I could simply pretend that this was indeed September 1st and hack the posting dates to mess with your collective minds. But of course, That Would Be Wrong. Suffice it to say, I can't tell you what I've been up to in the past five weeks because many of my associates would wind up behiind bars or worse. However I can tell you that the seriously bent incident concluded with me waking up in the back of a 1954 Chevy in Rio with no clear idea how I got there. And there is the other small matter of a tattoo that says Res Ipsa Loquitur in the precise Old English typeface of The New York Times. Indeed. If I needed any further evidence that my Speedo days are over, this is certainly it.

And that takes care of that--or will have to until certain statutes of limitations run out. Now, in the immortal words of Pink, "I'm comin' up so you better get this party started . . . "

New Rulez for a New Technology

I recently had lunch with former coworkers from a couple of lifetimes ago. We don't do this often and so there's much to catch up on, both personally and professionally. At one point, the conversation turned to weblogs--or, to be precise, business blogs. (Remarkably,I didn't bring the subject up, preferring instead to keep secret my alternate identity as Blog Concept Guy. Doing so ensures that the front of my house isn't paint-balled by all of those loathsome Teen Diarists I regularly bang on.) One of my friends went slightly wide-eyed and said her firm was thinking of establishing a blog, but "What if someone said something bad on it? It would be up there forever for everyone to see!" (For once, the italics are not mine--they're hers.) Indeed, what would happen?

The wonderment was not ironic, and I sensed that no one around the table was humoring her with their well-what-are-you-gonna-do smiles. Quickly finding a nearby phone booth, I changed into Blog Concept Guy and came to her rescue. I suggested that perhaps people talking back online was not a bad thing at all. That there was a definite Zen to blogs and, begging the pardon of Bill Maher, New Rules--or, nodding to the online nature of the topic at hand, New Rulez. And that's when I got the humoring smiles absent when the table contemplated that if you spout an opinion (corporate or otherwise) in public (online or otherwise), be prepared for rebuttal (and, in certain dubious circumstances, the possibility of a broken beer bottle coming at you, held by someone shaped like a refrigerator.)

Before we go further, let's lay our cards on the table--yeah, all of them. If you're here reading this post on this weblog, you've gone through a multi-level process of self-selection: You blog or you want to blog; you use a Mac; you are a current or potential NoteTaker user (or the competition fruitlessly attempting to gather strategic intelligence), you are sufficiently advanced as a computer user that combining the functions of multiple applications is actually seen as Good Thing, and because of all this, the idea of people civilly commenting to blog postings is no reason for paradigm meltdown. On the other hand, you may simply be here because I use "Free," "Sex" and "Now" as metatags for all of these posts--in which case, please accept my apologies . . .

Making Like Ford Prefect: Putting NoteTaker/Ecto Blogging To Work

I'm home, Dear--did you miss me? Well, no matter. I can tell you did, regardless of that valiant struggle to remain as nonchalant as Zaphod Beeblebrox reunited with Ford Prefect on the starship Heart of Gold. So don't try that hypercool "Ford . . . oh, hi" with me.

I've been busy with Other Things lately--to paraphrase John Lennon, Life is what happens while you're busy blogging. Something true and more serious than clever when you ponder it. And downstream of Other Things, I've also been struggling with a monster post that's still not ready to be unleashed on the world. However, in the middle of bashing it into a more compact shape, I thought of something shorter and equally useful to say (which could also neatly serve to break Radio Silence). And so here I am--no doubt forcing some off you to make good on bar bets made to others of you regarding the rumors of my creative demise. So pay up and then listen up . . .

The idea of roving intergalactic reporter Ford Prefect, far from being a suitably arcane and annoying pop-cultural reference, actually has a lot to do with this post. I've come to realize that I need to pay closer attention to the "leveraging" part of the standing slug under the title of this weblog. There's stuff that NoteTaker inherently does that stands quite apart from the whole Blogging Thing; stuff that when disseminated via the whole Blogging Thing is amped up, creating a classic parts-greater-than-the-whole instance.

With Keystrokes, Less Is Indeed More:Another "Helper App" to the Rescue

Okay, I admit it: Keystroke Reduction corrupts--and absolute Keystroke Reduction corrupts absolutely. And if you're feeling uncomfortable about me revealing this Inappropriately Obsessive side of myself, just imagine how I must feel. But let's move beyond the mysterious ways in which I'm seemingly hardwired. Save your pity and instead help yourself to anything that's useful. (Proving that no-strings-attached generosity trumps neurosis--or at least balances the equation.)

As I was bashing out yesterday's post and wielding Tagging Service like the time-saving weapon it is, I found myself getting petulant. Sure Tagging Service is a lifesaver (and if you're using it on my recommendation, I genuinely hope you have deeply thanked the freeware developer)), but, Man, those letter/colon triggers--that's two keystrokes! Surely, I thought, we can do better than that . . . And with a little surfing, indeed we can.

I am now the proud owner of a highly affordable little app called iPaste. Here's the executive summary: It's a multiple entry clipboard which enables you to keep much-used inserts readily on hand. But the best thing about it is that it assigns a keyboard shortcut to each clipping.

Do I need to tell you what I did next? (Mwah-ha-ha! Keystroke Domination is mine!--Why does this come off as much more Dr. Evil than Auric Goldfinger?) Yup: I made each of the Tagging Service triggers a clipping. Now by simply hitting Ctrl-Opt-1 followed by Cmd-Shift-\, I have my beloved overwraught italics.

Can I imagine seamless, WYSIWYG input eventually? Well, yeah. But until then, I'm productively hunkered-down with the one-two combo of Tagging Service and iPaste--sort of Batman and Robin for minicoders like myself. Okay, I admit it, this pretty much has made my day--and in response to the inevitable superior laughter, I can only say, "Cut me some frickin' slack." It's hard being an evil blogging doctor . . .

The following music helped make this post possible: "These Foolish Things ( Remind Me Of You )" from the album Chet Baker In Paris (2000) by Chet Baker

Friday, July 16, 2004 11:50:09 AM

Armageddon Week Continues: More Fun With NoteTaker Archiving

Appearances to the contrary, I have not become a techno-survivalist. While I proudly practice "safe computing," I'm not particularly obsessive about it--a couple of backups a week and I'm good to go. Thus, I'm at a loss to understand why I'm suddenly having so much fun archiving my blogs with NoteTaker.

I suppose part of it is the fact that as a genuine NT freak, the clipping service feature has always been a full-fledged obsession with me. It's allowed me to cruise through cyberspace at adrenaline-pumping speed, happily whacking to a notebook page pretty much anything that captures my attention. I then review, weed-out, distill and reorganize at my convenience. Put it this way: The Internet is an information and knowledge smorgasbord, I'm wired to be perpetually hungry and NoteTaker, in effect, has given me an infinitely large plate. So out of my ways, boys--I'm going back for thirds! My dependancy on the NoteTaker clipping service is so total that I find myself trying to Cmd-click while reading the ink-and-paper interation of The New York Times.

And let's face it, while I call it "archiving" in the context of blogging, NoteTaker is simply doing its indispensable Clipping Thing. (In the words of newly fashionable Cole Porter, "do do that voodoo that you do so well.") Perhaps it's simply the fact that archiving is inherently Clipping With A Cause that fascinates me so. The psychological syntax of archiving is "saving this is useful," whereas with straight-forward clipping it's more a more a matter of "saving this may be useful." Whatever it is, all I know is that it's damn satisfying to archive--much as Northwest coffee satisfied Agent Cooper.

Dealing With Your Intellectual Kodak Moments:Building and Leveraging Better Archives

"Memories. You're talking about memories!"
--Harrison Ford
Blade Runner

Over the course of a multi-decade career, I've come to realize that, for organizations, there's something more toxic--and more insidious--than Not Invented Here: it's the proudly touted Invented Once. This is stealthily toxic because it gives the illusion of embracing innovation rather than resisting it--even as it poisons progress. It's the Hero Story enterprises tell themselves, hoping to once again catch lightening in a bottle--but in reality it has the hermetically sealed sacrosanctity of a religious reliquary. Put another way, if you think a prehistoric fly embedded in amber is wondrous, just ask the insect its opinion . . .

Oops--drifting already. If I ever needed proof of the massive resistance to caffeine that's I've built up over the years, this is it. Nearly a full pot of coffee in me and the patented Sheridan Drift Factor® is still in effect . . . What that first-paragraph amble is trying to say is that I've recently revisited my idea about using a NoteTaker blogging notebook to also (and very cleverly, I might add) archive final-draft posts as they appear on the weblog. Upon second and third thoughts, I've refined the concept. Call this Invented Again--the progress-friendly antidote to Invented Once. (Even though I do drift, it's usually in the right direction.)

Here, in no real order, are some additional observations on archiving posts within your NoteTaker notebook. (I suggest you revisit the linked entry cited above to refresh your memory about the mechanics of creating archival clippings.)

NoteTaker Support of Blog-Based Publication Structure and Workflow (Repeat After Me: The Web Is Publishing, Not Broadcasting)

Hey, wait a minute--yeah, you! The one who glanced at the head and said to yourself, "Jeez, I don't have an online publication; I'll check back tomorrow." Well, you don't want to do that for three reasons. First, your parents always told you to try new things to broaden yourself, right? Second, this posting is an meta-story--a natural convergence of NoteTaker blogging advice and many of the themes running through this site. And most importantly, it features a Full-Color Chart--and at the end of the day, who doesn't like a good full-color chart? So hang around--this posting might be up your alley after all.

But having said this, I also advise you to settle in. We need to take a philosophical side trip on our way to the tips. No, strike that---we don't need to, but we really, really should. It's always bothered me that most tech-tip resources are weirdly context-free. The supposition, brutally valid as it is, seems to be that the Enter key does the same thing whether you're writing the Declaration of Independence or Mein Kampf. Which is unfortunately true.

Very Personal To My Dim "Friend:" The Easy Way To Create Links in Entries and Posts

While we wait for the American visitors to recover from fireworks smoke inhalation, the unpleasant aftermath of the dodgy potato salad left too long in the sun and the startling revelation that Barry Bostwick--who played a politician on Spin City and also starred in The Rocky Horror Picture Show--looked more naturally at home in the midst of the patriotic hullabaloo than, well, everybody who's running for president this year, here's a simple but very effective tip regarding entry and blog links.

(Note: For those of you still in school and bitterly complaining about studying William Faulkner, applied analysis of his works will one day enable you to write monster sentences like the lead of this posting. I assume that's glee you're trying to contain.)

The current challenge of blogging with NoteTaker is that it's not yet WYSIWYG--to which I advise patience; who knows what lurks around the corner. In the meantime, however, using Tagging Service as a helper app allows you to easily insert HTML tags with keyboard short cuts. So far, so good. But an additional stumbling block occurs when pasting a URL into a Tagging Service-created link--that is, if you dimly persist in using Safari (or other default browser) to laboriously copy and then paste into the link tag. (Someone very, very close to me was actually doing this for a longer period of time than he will admit to before, well, his brain engaged--but identifying me him will would only cause embarrassment.

(In the Immortal Words of Keanu Reeves, "Whoa!") Revised NoteTaker/Ecto Script Now Available

Okay, I may have let you down, but AquaMinds didn't. All I can imagine is that someone over there wearily pulled themselves away from the July 4th festivities and accepted the baton from the programmers: Remarkably, the New, Improved, Seemingly Kevin-Proof NoteTaker/Ecto script is now available for your downloading pleasure. Public thanks to whoever at AquaMinds wiped hot dog mustard from their chin and proceeded to make the world safe from, er, me.

So if you were planning to blow my mail box apart tonight with a cherry bomb, please cease and desist. Oh, and Happy Fourth!

Sunday, July 4, 2004 8:32:34 PM

Bug In Posted Version of NT/Ecto Script

Remember Murphy and his Law? Well, in the US, this is a long holiday weekend, with business not resuming until Tuesday, and--natch--I've just determined there's a bug in the version of the NT/Ecto script currently posted (July 4th) on the AquaMinds site.

The good news is that erstwhile AquaMinds programmers fixed the bug on the Fourth of July. The bad news is that, realistically, the fixed NT/Ecto script won't be available for download until this coming Tuesday, during California business hours.

In the meantime, here's a work-around for those of you planning to blog with NoteTaker during the next two days. For various arcane reasons, the current script works just fine if you only post messages that continue in the manner supported by TypePad. This means--until Tuesday--even if you want to send a simple two-sentence post, use the "continuation" trigger (three right-pointing carrots) and then add anything after the trigger--even "goodbye." By doing this you'll be able to successfully post until Tuesday.

The new script fixes the problem--both integral and continued posts are recognized flawlessly.

One last thing: In case it hasn't been obvious, I've taken pains and pride in making this a not-biz-as-usual site. I'm genetically encoded to question tradition and up-end useless rules. In cases like this buggy script, Conventional Corporate Behavior would be announce an "issue"--in antiseptic terms that cooly avoided taking responsibility for it ("issues" seemingly appear by magic). The other Big Dumb Ploy would be to fob off the problem on users or their computer configurations or onto hardware manufacturers.

I say nonsense to all of this "avoidance marketing." (Actually, I normally use a much more colorful synonym for "nonsense.") I was the primary tester of the flawed NT/Ecto script and I demonstrably screwed up: I tested the support of "continuation" postings, but did not double-back and retest the previously working features. So if you've been frustrated with the NT/Ecto script over the past two days, don't blame AquaMinds, don't blame Ecto--blame me. It's not your hardware, it's not your computer configuration and its not an "issue" that magically appeared. It's a flaw let through by an actual person with an actual name: one K. Sheridan. And what's more--he's promised to do better in the future.

So maybe the silver lining of this little storm cloud is that an example of sorts has been set for the computer industry. No matter how much some companies pretend, there is no such thing as infallibility. However there does exist something called responsiblity. Wouldn't it be cool if actually saying "Oops, sorry!" started a trend that eliminated evasive support people, blank stares and instructions to call The Other Guy, et. al.? Yeah, I know--okay. But I can dream, can't I?

Once again, sorry for the my screw-up. Sit tight with the work-around and check back with the AquaMinds download site after Tuesday.

PS: This post is being sent using the fixed script; I'm purposely not splitting it to demonstrate the problem is licked.

Sunday, July 4, 2004 1:32:48 PM

Enhanced Support for Ecto & TypePad In New Verision of NoteTaker Blogging Script

Stop the Presses! Remake the Front Page! Seriously consider sending genuinely fawning email to the crack development team over at AquaMinds: The company today released a free updated version of the NoteTaker/Ecto AppleScript. Script version 0.8.4 offers enhanced connectivity for Ecto's support of TypePad's Continuation/Summary input field. Continuation/Summary enables a posting to be split into an introductory section which is featured on the main weblog page and a continuation or "spill" of the rest of post on a second blog page.

The benefit of TypePad's Continuation/Summary is the ability to feature more postings on the main blog page without making it overly long and unwieldily for visitors to navigate. TypePad is among the first blog service providers to offer the unique continuation capability, which thus places NoteTaker and Ecto on the cutting edge of weblog development.

When creating an entry in a NoteTaker notebook, the use of three right-pointing carrot symbols signals the NoteTaker/Ecto script that all text that follows the symbols should be moved to the TypePad Continuation/Summary field. The three right-pointing carrots are then automatically removed and do not visually interrupt the posting.

To recap, the NoteTaker/Ecto blogging script now supports the creation of post headlines, introductory text and the continued text of the posting.

Tired of Punctuationless Heads? Try This Ungrammatical Work-Around!

While off the air, I amused myself with massaging the various technologies this blog obsesses about. The results will be popping up in the future. Call them tiplets, if you will; the the tapas of postings--small-plate strategies which can add up to a workflow feast.

If you've been here before, you know that the NoteTaker/Ecto AppleScript uses the first sentence of the entry as the headline of the posting. There is an important proviso: To be transformed into a headline, the first sentence must end in a period: it serves a trigger for all of the headline-making machinations happening below the surface. And, after the first sentence has been made into a headline, the period is dropped, the making the head, well, more head-like.

What I've described is a Good Thing: It allows both NoteTaker entries and the blog postings which they create to share headlines. But, because no system is perfect, it may seem to prevent the use of headlines which end in other kinds of punctuation--and in truth--I also had resigned myself to sedate, non-gonzo heads. At least until I started messing around with the process.

I occurred to me that because the headline-making part of the script it truly fixated on that first period--and because, afterward, that period is dropped--what would happen if it put a period after a terminal exclamation point or question mark in the first sentence? What happens is that it works! While looking slightly odd in the head of the notebook entry, it gives you the flexibility to end your headlines in some other than an implied period.

"That Tip About Archiving Was Really Dope!""Well, There Is Another"

Sorry Yoda; Sorry George; Sorry Eminem. No--wait! After the last two Star Wars films, it's George who should be apologizing to me. So, sorry Yoda; sorry Eminem. (Name another tech-tip site that begins posts by groveling to muppets and rappers in the same breath--it may not be much, but, hey, it's my market strategy.)

After yesterday's posting, some refining experimentation ensued. We all have an ultimate goal--for Arthur's court, it was the Holy Grail; for Stephen Hawking, it's the Unified Theory of the Universe; for Morpheus, it was The One; and for me, well, it's doing whatever it takes to remain inside the NoteTaker application as much as possible. My confession--the one that's been struggling to get out for about two years now--is that I view NoteTaker in pretty much the same way guys who watched X-Football see their La-Z-boys: Armed with remote controls and preplanning, few if any unnecessary extra-chair trips have to be made. That's basically me and NoteTaker. (Has anyone else noted the stylistic similarities between the capital "Z" in the center of La-Z-boy and the capital "T" in Notetaker? It's a sign, I tell you . . .)

So after my revelation about archiving blog posts in the same notebook that created them, I naturally wanted to see if this could be accomplished while remaining snug inside NoteTaker. (In La-Z-boy terms, this is probably the equivalent of wondering how the swank minibar built into the arm rest could be automatically refilled. An often overlooked corollary to that old saw about Power is that absolute comfort also corrupts absolutely.)

The Formal Absences of Precious Things

The title of this post is a William Gibson image from All Tomorrow's Parties (he gets genuine hipster bonus points for naming a novel after a Velvet Underground song). It refers to the empty windows of closed jewelry shops--the dramatically lit black velvet drapes are still in place, but the gems have been removed. (To blog is to write, to write is to try to do so well, and this Gibson phrase is good writing: descriptive, evocative, resonant. While you may not achieve Gibsonian perfection, as a blogger, it's something you should aspire to.)

But great writing or not, what's that cyberpunk scene-setter doing at the top of this post? Well, formal absences of precious things is nothing any blogger wants to contemplate with regard to his or her weblog. Let's be honest here--if you're doing it right; if you're actually breaking an intellectual sweat when it comes to posting to your blog, you're spending a great deal of time and effort making it smart and--paradoxically--seem effortless. But what if all that work went away in the space of a computing cycle?

We're not talking doomsday scenarios here. In case you missed it, wrap your mind around this recent item about Weblogs.com. The word that immediately sprang to my mind was Yikes! Blog today, as it were, gone tomorrow . . . The formal absence in this instance is the rigorous syntax of your former blog's URL--and, well, you're in a better position to tell me about the missing precious things.

And yeah, the whole Weblogs.com thing will sort itself out; Dave Winer may relent. Or maybe there's a point being made here--who knows? After all, Bruce Sterling has noted that all effective blogging is performance art. So perhaps the Incredible Disappearing Weblog Site is the the equivalent of Laurie Anderson laced into skates, the blades of which are frozen in a block of ice, playing her violin on a street corner until the summer sun frees her. Or maybe not. But it is a cool theory.

The patented Sheridan Roundabout Point ® that's being made is simply that shit happens--even in cyberspace. If it's not the seemingly petulant actions of a founding father of blogs, then it might be a virus unleashed by a blog-hating hacker that takes down weblog servers. (If that ever happens, and only diary sites are targeted, I'm really, really gonna need an alibi--so, preemptively, I was with you, okay?) Or, far less X-Files, it may simply be the error of Fly-By-Nite Blogs--a provider that offers low fees because, among other things, it is casual in its approach to backups.

What's Direct-To-Blog and What's Not (Part Two)

The gratifying number of visitors to this site in its first the three weeks is forcing me to grapple with asethetic/communications issues that will affect its proof-of-concept status. Thus, as my own niggling perfectionism occasionally outpaces the current performance of the NoteTaker/Ecto script, I'll let you know. It's not so much, "Don't try this at home" as it is something along the lines of "Here's how to further tart-up your blog."

In the first installment of this random series of Tell-All, I pointed out that I post everything on this site as direct-to-blog, using the NoteTaker/Ecto AppleScript. And a good thing too: If I breathlessly encouraged you to use the script and yet created this blog in another way, you would be right in acting like angry villagers in a Frankenstein film. So, yes: All posts to this site are first written a entries in a dedicated NoteTaker notebook, the structure of which has been discussed earlier. And using the additional helper applications I've also described, all of the text formatting and links are also created within the NT notebook entry--but as HTML tags.

(NoteTaker does feature WYSIWYG text formatting and HTML conversion, but--currently--only for its highly useful Web notebooks. It also has an elegant link maker that works within notebooks, between notebooks and also functions in Web notebooks--but, again, currently not when sending to copy to Ecto.)

Updated Version of Blogging Script Released