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Life after Napster Kevin Jamieson on ways to scale Gnutella. Lesson One: Clear the Elk thing with the Secret Service Chris Locke points to the First Doctor's guidelines for gonzo manners. Quote drift I suppose it starts meaning something when you get quoted in people's signatures. Like here and here. But that last one is wrong. I'm actually quoting Neal Stephenson's In the Beginning was the Command Line. Which is brilliant, by the way. The search ends where it began Deja.com failed over into Google. Deja began as DejaNews, which basically archived Usenet on a Web site. It was terrific. But then Deja got money, "positioned" itself as a portal and community something-or-other, and back-burnered the whole Usenet thing. I don't know what happened next. I just know that it ended as it began: as a Usenet archive. This is good. Hey, I just ran across a piece that makes nice use of Cluetrain. Grist from the Gonzo mill Chris Locke shows how to build better prose with writer's blocks. Cluestorm hits American Airlines marekj points us to a story in Fast Company about how self-informing customers of American Airlines caught the company performing a sleight-of-mail trick with frequent flyer rewards. Hope for Bill in Bangkok's Hot Springs If It goes on... We exchanged e-mails with a correspondent identifying himself as Clinton Plaza's owner, but were unable to schedule an interview, Bangkok time being 13 hours ahead. Well, the correspondent would none other than our old friend Charles Lee Hughes, a Virginia gentleman and party animal of the first water. Imagine a Rhett Butler whose main purpose in life is to make damn sure you have a good time. The good Lord never made a host with more talent for getting you to lose your useless inhibitions somewhere between where you were and where you are now. If you're looking for a Political Correctness cure, Charles Lee is your man. A few years ago, after a long career selling big HVAC systems all over the first, second and third world, he settled, naturally, into the world's premier party town. After that, no pun intended, the cream rose. So here's a message for Bill. Hey dude! You know that "place called Hope" you always said you believed in? Here it is! (And hey, we know where you're really from anyway.) There are responses to this message:
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