What is a mashup? Fun on the streets of Dublin (video)

I went to Dublin recently to give a talk at Mashup Camp and had an incredible time on my first visit there. The talk (slides here) got good reviews and I really enjoyed spending time with the Irish developer community. David Berlind puts it nicely when he wrote: “There in Ireland, the same patriotic glue that binds the locals together can also be found binding the local developers together for a family-like comaradarie โ€” one into which technologists from Europe, the US and anywhere else are very warmly welcomed โ€” one that Iโ€™m not sure Iโ€™ve observed elsewhere.”

The warmth and good humor of the people I met in Dublin (along with the puzzled looks at Irish immigration when I said I was in Dublin for “Mashup Camp”) inspired a simple idea for a video: what would random people on the streets of Dublin say if we asked them “what is a mashup?” Tom Hughes-Croucher and I shot the video you see below (if you can’t see the video in your feedreader, click here). It’s silly and has essentially zero tech content, but it provides a clear reminder to us techies that whether you’re in Dublin, London, San Francisco, or anyplace else, the average person on the street is puzzled by our strange language.

http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop_wrapper.swf?sv=0&id=5247652&autoStart=0&infoEnable=1&shareEnable=1&prepanelEnable=1&carouselEnable=0&postpanelEnable=1

A shout-out to Yahoo! Developer Network video editor/producer Ricky Montalvo for the most memorable slow-mo sequence in the burgeoning developer relations video genre, and thanks to John Musser at ProgrammableWeb for linking to the video.

Changed WordPress template

Over the past several months, I gradually butchered my last WordPress template, so I’m starting fresh today with Cutline 3-column split.

RSS-only readers, move along, there’s nothing here to see. . . .

update: I just realized that I unwittingly chose the same template as Cameron Marlow, which means it must be good. Cameron is a man of taste (note that he chose the more elegant two column theme, versus my three).

Mashup Camp Dublin: geeking out in the land of Joyce

I’m going to be at Mashup Camp Dublin this weekend (see the post over at the Yahoo! Developer Network blog).

Aside from the tech festivities, I am looking forward to spending a little time getting to know Dublin. Besides being a home brewing nerd, I spent a lot of time in college studying James Joyce and I count Dubliners as one of my favorite books of short stories. I’m a digital packrat, so I have digital copies of all of my college papers, including a couple I wrote about Dubliners:

Perhaps someone out there will draw some inspiration from my own hopelessly bourgeois self-absorbed college writings. ๐Ÿ˜‰

In any case, if you’re in Dublin and want to get together for a pint to chat about tech, beer, or James Joyce, drop me a line (chad -AT- chaddickerson.com) or just come to Mashup Camp and say hello. I’m really looking forward to the trip!

The wonders of the Internet: Saigon calling

I couldn’t sleep this morning, so I got up at about 4:30am and twittered one of those meaningless messages that was really just a “hey, is anyone up?” sort of thing. Shortly thereafter, I got a direct message via Twitter from a friend in Vietnam who I had been trying to hook up with recently saying, “still up?” I IM’ed him immediately to say I was, then he called me on his VoIP line from Saigon. It was 8pm there and the Halloween festivities were just winding down — you could hear the sounds of his sugar-amped kids in the background. We had a nice chat.

Chad Dickerson @chaddickerson ยท October 31, 2007

awake, working in the dark, remembering that the backlit keyboard is one reason i love my macbook.

Snapshot from my Twitter archive. The original is no longer online.

Wow, this Internet thing is just huge.

Bangalore Open Hack Day

Bangalore Open Hack Day is going on right now — wish I was there! My trip to Bangalore last year for our internal Hack Day and BarCamp Bangalore the next day was amazing (I never did get around to writing something longer on that experience, as I intimated in this blog post).

Good luck to everyone involved (and may the weather be with you — looks likes the wind has already entered the picture).

Can’t wait to see what emerges. With hackers like Premshree involved, it’s guaranteed to be good.

The relaunch of the Industry Standard

The NYT is reporting that the Industry Standard is relaunching at IDG, led by InfoWorld CTO Derek Butcher. With Derek involved, the probability for success is high (when I left InfoWorld for Yahoo, right after speaking with our CEO about my departure, I said, “don’t post the job or interview anyone else — promote Derek immediately.” It wasn’t a difficult choice.)

I’m looking forward to seeing how this turns out! I have enormous respect for IDG and the people there (see my ode to founder and chairman Pat McGovern to see one reason why).

9/11 and T.S. Eliot

Six years ago, as the shock of 9/11 continued to set in on that day, I decided to go on a long bike ride in the Berkeley hills to clear my mind. Since the attacks happened early in the morning west coast time, most people like me stayed put and there was nothing else to do but devour CNN. At some point, that was too much and I had to get out of the house.

On my bike ride (it was a beautiful day in Berkeley, just as it had been in NYC before the attacks) through the strange magic of the brain, I thought of phrases in T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land — the “unreal city” and the “falling towers.” The throngs of people walking over the Queensborough Bridge to escape Manhattan reminded me of the “crowd [that] flowed over London Bridge” in Eliot’s poem. When I got to the top of Grizzly Peak, I could see the entire bay laid out before me, and San Francisco was safe and sound in the distance. I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated the tranquil city as much as I did that day. (Update: I took my camera with me that day. The photo below is SF on 9/11 as viewed from Grizzly Peak in Berkeley — click for the full-size version).

Below are the prescient passages from Eliot. In my mind, they will forever be associated with 9/11.

SF on 9/11
……

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

……

What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

……

Culture clash in Berkeley: Tennessee vs. Cal

It’s not that often that a ranked SEC power rolls into Berkeley to play a ranked California team — but that’s exactly what we’ve got in Berkeley this evening. I’m a lot less interested in the football game itself than I am in the idea of a bunch of football-loving Southerners showing up in Berkeley. A little while ago, I called my good friend and Berkeley neighbor Andrew (a Florida Gator) to discuss the juxtaposition of cultures. Andrew had just returned from a walk around downtown Berkeley, where he reported an older gentleman decked out in Tennessee Volunteer orange saying in a syrupy drawl, “I think I smell marijuana.” (I’m not betting on the game, but I would bet my life savings that he did in fact smell marijuana).

So, back to the culture clash. On the home team side, you’ve got Berkeley, perhaps the most liberal city in the United States. Wikipedia’s entry for Berkeley reports that the 2004 presidential election went like this: 90% for John Kerry (54,419 votes) versus only 6.7% for George W. Bush (4,010 votes). 6.7%? Shocking! I was thinking more like 2%. To bring the spirit of Berkeley a little closer to the present, the Cal-Tennessee game has surfaced a controversy with some tree-sitting protesters near the stadium, proving once again that in Berkeley that the real football is politics. The police have put a fence around the tree-sitters for the game, ostensibly to protect the tree-sitters from the football fans, and vice versa. On the one side, you’ve got the Berkeley tree sitting pacifists singing “We Shall Overcome” and on the other side, you’ve got rabid Tennessee fans singing “Rocky Top.” I think that the fence is an absolutely fine idea.

On to Knoxville, the home of the visiting Tennessee Volunteers, where the real football is actually football. The election returns for Knox County (where Knoxville is the county seat) went something like this: 62% Bush, 37% Kerry. The capacity of Neyland Stadium in Knoxville is just shy of 105,000 in a city that reported about 173,000 people in the 2000 census. The folks in Knoxville really care deeply about football. Other than with my buddy Andrew, I don’t think I’ve had a single conversation about football in my nine years of living in Berkeley.

I’m not criticizing Knoxville by any means. I grew up in North Carolina and spent a decent amount of time in Tennessee and have a lot of affection for the state. I think Berkeley would probably benefit from the kind of unity that a good sports team can bring to a community. I’m just saying that Knoxville and Berkeley are very different, and where different cultures collide, sometimes it’s fun to go get right in the middle of it. A little while ago, Nancy and I decided to go for a drive around Berkeley to see how things were shaping up pre-game. Just what I expected: blase Berkeley residents (there’s a football game today?) mixing it up with fired-up Tennessee fans in brilliant orange spilling out of every drinking establishment in downtown Berkeley, linked together only by mutual looks of puzzlement.

No fences between the Tennessee fans and the Berkeley residents there in downtown away from the stadium, but I got the feeling that both parties thought they were peering into an exhibit at the zoo. The only difference was which side of the invisible fence they thought they were on.

You never forget your first

For reasons that make little practical sense, I’ve been holding on to the same email account for 13 years now, paying $9.95/month for a dial-up account that I never used just to keep the address. I just cancelled it today: chadd@mindspring.com is no more. The customer service rep sounded uniquely pained when she noticed that my account originated in August 1996. The address actually reaches farther back than that. It was my first e-mail account (sort of).

When I got my first e-mail account at work in early 1994, it was chadd@nando.net (the visionaries at the News & Observer started an ISP — back when newspapers still could be bold and daring). It was from my nando.net address that I sent my first emails and made a number of silly USENET posts. When Mindspring bought the nando.net ISP business, my beloved nando.net email address became chadd@mindspring.com. Then Earthlink bought Mindspring and my account went along with it.

So, bye-bye chadd@mindspring.com — I will always remember you as my first.