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Goodbye Trackback

A long time ago I started work on a concept called threadneedle, a way to track threads of communication through weblogging. However, when Movable Type introduced the concept of Trackback, I dropped work on Threadneedle because Trackback provided much of the functionality I was hoping for from the original concept.

I loved Trackback. Now when you go to a site, not only can you read comments associated with a writing, you can see who linked to the writing from their own efforts. A little bit of extra functionality and you could follow a ladder of links, hopping from node to node following the conversation through many, many generations. Trackback was my friend.

Trackback is now my enemy.

I received several hundred pings with one of my posts today, courtesy of our favorite crapflooder. The link he used as the source weblog for the entry was from a weblogger who had managed to close this person down at his server. The person was pissed. However, the weblogger who had pissed off our crapflooder had protections in place to stop our friend from slamming him, so he went elsewhere.

Here.

Since the crapflooder, who goes by Dv, couldn’t punish the other weblogger, Geoffrey, he punished me instead.

(You can see a conversation between these two in my comments, starting here. Should delete them, I suppose. It’s become kind of a fascinating study though.)

(Before you even think about putting anything in my comments about IP address, be aware that we’ve gone beyond one static IP a long time ago. No, this person used a proxy to get IP addresses, and the pings originated from many different addresses. )

There are some people who have been working this problem. I’ll link one that I know has Trackback filtering, Jacques Distler (I’m not sure if the other people have Trackback throttling yet so I won’t link them for that reason, not to exclude them). There are no easy solutions to this problem, except for having to break into the Movable Type perl modules in order to add or alter code.

Well, I am comfortable with Perl. However, I am hesitant to make the number of changes to the number of modules and templates in order to get this working. More importantly, though, is that this solution puts the non-techs at a real disadvantage. If they copy modules right and left, one from mt-blacklist here, another for trackback throttling there, when MT 3.0 comes out, they are basically going to have one miserable time upgrading. It is becoming a mess.

Now, I can still make changes and tell the non-techs to ‘wing it’ for now.

“This here is where we separate the Men from the Boys, pardner.”

*ptoi*

“Yessiree Bob. Now we gonna know who got Code, and who don’t. And everyman for hisself.”

*ptoi*

“And, hee, hee, hee, hee, if you little ladies ask real nice, why, I might come over and give you a hand. Hee, hee, hee. If you know what I mean.”

*ptoi*

Well, of course that’s not how it is, other than I’ve been dying to write a scene like that for just forever. No, the technical folks around here are more than willing to share code, and provide help – but they can only do so much. They can’t help every non-tech weblogger who is using Trackback. Not and have any kind of a life.

We need one set of code, one set of fixes, packaged so that all the non-techs have to do is copy the files into their folders.

Of course, while waiting for this event, I am a target and it makes sense for me to make the change regardless of other folks. The problem though is our friend, Dv. You see, the weblogger who’s tangled with Dv told me that if he can’t go for you, he’ll go for someone else connected to you. How does someone connect to you? Well, through Trackback, of course.

So I make a change to throttle the Trackback, and you innocently enough Trackback to one of my posts; you’ve just put yourself right into that big red bullseye.

Of course, Dv probably will get tired eventually and move on, but I’m not going to take that chance. The only alternative I have is to turn Trackbacks off for all my posts. Until there’s a formal fix packaged for distribution that can be applied by techs and non-techs alike, to all intents and purposes, Trackback is broke.

But then, all it’s doing is following the path set by it’s cousin. I’ve been out and about this week, and let’s face it – comments are a mess. I’ve seen sites that use a visual indicator you have to type in exactly or the post won’t go through. This stops the auto-spamming. Unfortunately, it also stops people with visual impairment.

Others are using mt-blacklist, or some version of 2.661, but now these are becoming hacked together, and the code is beginning to resemble what’s left of two cars driven into each other at very fast speeds. But at least it’s easy to tell if you’re running 2.661 – you get this redirect page when you click on the URL. That’s so the comment spammers don’t get Google juice.

But that was yesterday’s problem. What new problem do you have for me today?

I think we’re all getting tired. I was tired earlier this week, but I felt like I’d let people down not keeping up the good fight. But now, I think I have a lot of company. I’m sorry, but there’s no graceful and politically correct way to say this: This is fucking ridiculous.

When I was 19, I roomed with another woman in an apartment in Kirkland, Washington. I ended up going out with one of the guys next door who had just broken up with his girlfriend.

One day, a group of us, a small group, were sitting around drinking beers and making plans for a boat race the following weekend. There was a knock at the door, and when we opened it, two cops entered the apartment. They’d had a call that a wild party was going on in the apartment, and we were all using dope.

Of course, the cops could see that no wild party was going on, and there was no evidence of drug use. In fact, one even said that they wondered if they had the right apartment because it was so quiet when they came to the door. They did a quick look around, apologized, and left.

Years later, I found out that the cops had been called by my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend, anonymously. I found out because she’d bragged to one of her friends about it.

What does this have to do with the problem? Not a damn thing, other than when Dv hit today for some reason I was reminded of my boyfriend’s ex and the call to the cops.

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Weblogging

Wrapping words in flannel

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I wrote in a previous post, To Keep Burningbird or Not:

One issue I’ve been debating off and of about with myself is whether to keep the Burningbird weblog. I’ve splintered off so many interests into different weblogs, and the main reason I do so is there is there is an assumption that everything I write is somehow a ‘flame’ and what I write then becomes seen in this manner. I’ve become hesitant about even making comments in other weblogs because of this.

Yes, I am a passionate writer, and yes, I can have a temper. But I’m also capable of calm reason, instances of beauty, thoughtfulness, generosity, and even playfulness. I am growing very concerned that my writing is perceived surrounded by a faint ghostly lick of flame; I wonder how much of it is truly being seen, read in its own regard, or just dismissed as so much ‘Burningbird’ burning.

My last posting was negative of President Bush, but I’m pretty sure he’ll survive. However, the issue of negative commentary, or perceived negative commentary has taken up a great deal of my thought tonight. The focus of it, unlike President Bush, is much closer to me.

Recently I’ve been making comments at misbehaving.net, based on several very interesting statements made by one of the writers, Danah Boyd, that were hard for me to disregard. One such wasWhy are bloggers mostly straight white men. In this post, Danah asked the question:

Why do you think bloggers are mostly straight white men?

Well, that question pre-supposes a lot of assumptions. It’s a fairly strong statement that is going to generate a lot of discussion.

The other posting was one I talked about earlier, and was on Defining and Categorizing Weblogs. In it, Danah outlined a plan she and Liz derived to begin a conversation on categorizing weblogs. She listed four steps:

Plot 1: Bring the interested Etech folks together to have an interesting conversation. Although i realize that this will be dominated by a particular kind of blogger, hopefully we can get folks thinking outside of the box for a bit.

Plot 2: Hold a workshop at a conference where we can attract a more diverse segment of bloggers/journalers.

Plot 3: Do a bit of ethnography as necessary

Plot 4: Publish our findings.

Since folks here are obviously interested in this discussion, we’d like to encourage you to engage with us on this venture. Join us at Etech if this is feasible for you!

As I wrote previously, I am hesitant about any form of weblog categorization. But I originally commented in the post that I was equally concerned about the fact that the conversation was starting within a expensive tech conference that was US based, and would be rather limited in participation. My comments are on the post, you’re free to read them if you want.

I was surprised when Liz responded, both in comments and in her weblog about the hostile nature of my comment and that of another person. I thought I had taken great pains to not be seen as hostile, and the other person’s comments, while strong, didn’t seem hostile. Or at least, not to my perception.

Liz did apologize, and I thought we had moved on, but then tonight I was stunned when I read the following at her blog:

There hasn�t been a lot of posting lately on misbehaving.net. I suspect that the unrelenting negative tone of the comments have a lot to do with that. It�s discouraging for those of us writing there. And what�s most discouraging is that the most negative and meanspirited comments on the site seem to come consistently from other women.

The comments on misbehaving led danah to write about her sense that blogs aren�t a safe space. And they�ve led me to seriously consider shutting comments down on misbehaving.net. Trackbacks would allow people to comment remotely from their own bully pulpits. The point of the site was to celebrate and highlight women in technology, not create a online catfight club. The original purpose is becoming obscured by negativity, and at the moment it just doesn�t seem worth it.

This is not about unwillingness to hear criticism. I have no problem with disagreement. It�s about unwillingness to tolerate meanspirited personal attacks. And if people can�t tell the difference between the two�well, I think that says a lot about them.

How does one respond to this argument? I am, must be, one of the women being accused of being meanspirited, but I don’t see that my responses have been that way. But then, according to the second part of the argument, if I don’t see my own ‘meanspirited’ behavior, then that says a lot about me?

What does it say about me? That I am basically mean? That I am disrupting the value of the weblog? That my participation is of no value? Or worse, a negative value?

Such a broad brush, and such devastating paint to use against another, one of the same women in technology that forms the focus of the site.

Liz also points to Danah’s personal post labeled “Why Blogs aren’t a safe space”. In it, Danah wrote:

While i may feel attacked here, in my own digital home, i feel outright demolished at misbehaving. Unlike many group blogs, this one has an identity. It’s a blog about women and tech. It’s a blog by women involved in tech. It’s a blog by thinking women who think, say, and create far more than a few posts a month on the site. There is an unspoken context. These are things that i take for granted. I try to keep posts short, but in doing so, i fail to lay out the framework and thus i’m attacked both for what i say and what i don’t say. Instead of creative suggestions, “perhaps you forgot this,” i usually see you’re wrong/foolish/inappropriate. Sometimes i wonder if we created misbehaving as a tool to increase our masochistic lashings. It’s certainly not a forum for interesting conversation in a safe space.

…interesting conversation in a safe place Can one have an interesting conversation in a safe place? Isn’t there an inherent risk in all communication between unlike people?

(I also commented at Danah’s, you can read the comments there. I don’t think it did any good.)

I have seen some pretty ugly stuff said by men over at misbehaving, in particular a man named Julian who is about as bad as they come. However, most of the discussion that has been classified by both Liz and Danah to be so ‘ugly’ has come from the same women in technology they say they’re highlighting.

I think in some ways that’s the issue – they say they’re highlighting us, but they really aren’t. They are highlighting the cream of the crop, the most successful, the most well known – the epitomy of women in tech, and mostly with an academic edge.

But women in tech come from such different backgrounds, with so many different concerns and interests. For many of us, ’success’ is measured by still having a job when the dot-com era imploded. As for attending conferences, well, there is a reason that most tech conferences have ten percent female attendance…or less. We are different – sharing sex and profession is not enough of a common platform to ensure agreement, or even passionless conversation.

Highlighting women who have made a difference or broken the barriers is a goodness that few of us would disagree with. It benefits us all to demonstrate that women in technology do exist, and can actually do good things. But not all the posts at misbehaving are on what this woman has achieved or that woman has done. Many are focused on the members own views and opinions, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned from weblogging it’s that when you express your views and opinions, you’re going to generate discussion, and not all of it is going to be positive.

Negative, positive, and the purpose of misbehaving.net. All good topics, but not really the point anymore, not for me. I will never comment at misbehaving.net again, that’s a given. Nor any of Danah’s, another given.

But I will also find it difficult to comment at Liz’s weblog, or most weblogs I read on a daily basis that she and I share in common. It’s hard to just ignore being labeled ‘meanspirited’ when it’s given by people who are respected by most of the people you know.

Something I have to think about.

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Just Shelley

Sweet and Sour

f all of the posts haven’t given you a clue, I had little sleep last night. My posting rate is inversely proportional to my lack of sleep.

Today is a good day in that my film scanner is on the way and I should get it on Friday. Additionally, the overall design and table of contents for the new book is exciting. Well, I’m excited. My editor is excited.

I also received a nice long email from an old friend this morning, and have enjoyed it immensely. I am reminded that I need to send a letter – a letter, not email – to another old friend in Boston. It’s also a beautiful day today, sunny and warm and a perfect day for a hike. Therein lies today’s hitch.

Due to my not following doctor’s orders, my foot is now in pretty bad shape, very swollen with some massive bruising. Not only can I not hike, I can’t walk down the stairs, which is frustrating. I can access the computer in bed, but it’s hard to type laying against bunched up pillows. All of you people who work on your computers in bed: how do you do it?

Thankfully, I can play movies on my computer and I have a nice stash of books from the library. Since I can’t go exploring outside, I’ve watched several new movies instead, including Pirates of the Caribbean and Whale Rider.

I had mixed feelings about Whale Rider. I thought it was a beautifully directed and acted movie, and I appreciated the narration from the perspective of the young girl, her matter of fact recital. I also really enjoyed the introduction to the Maori, and the humor that kept the film from being too painfully dramatic. If I didn’t like anything, I think it was the pat ending – I think the film would have been better if it had been ended about 5 to 10 minutes earlier. At which point exactly I can’t say without giving away the movie details.

As for Pirates, I was amazed that a canned Disney movie based on a theme park attraction could be so entertaining but it was. However, I have a serious crush on Johnny Depp, so maybe this isn’t so surprising. That man is criminally sexy.

(Used crutch words. Damn.)

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Diversity History

Women’s Movement

I am ashamed to say that I did not know this month was dedicated to Women’s History until I read this lovely rundown of historical moments by Alas, a Blog.

In keeping up with the theme, bean is continuing posting events in women’s history that have happened on each particular day in January. These are in keeping with all the other exceptionally good writings posted at this site.

I am ashamed that I don’t write on Women’s Writing or history for that matter, as much as I should for someone with my interest in both. Too easily sidetracked into other things that aren’t that important.

Such as political speeches that focus more on steroid use in athletes then on providing health care for all the people in this country. But then, we have California’s example to go by – that state felt it more important to rollback increases in car license fees rather than ensure the children of that state get access to medical care.

Damn, I just got sidetracked again. I think I’ll spend some more time at Alas, and focus more on women’s writing than the President and his politics – it is a much more palatable subject.

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Connecting

Responding

I am somewhat disappointed that my response to Bush’s speech has not received many comments, though the comments I have received – agree with me or not – are of the type one hopes to attract when making strong statements.

Ah me, that’s the difficulty of this medium and commentary at times – just because you think you write something noteworthy, doesn’t mean everyone agrees. All you can do is shrug your shoulders, relish the writing of those who do take time to respond (and so eloquently, too!), and move on.

Or you could, like Stavros the Wonder Chicken, throw a different party:

Weblogs are a party, damn it, and sometimes they’re publications too, or instead, and sometimes they’re diaries, sometimes they’re pieces of art, sometimes they’re tools for self-promotion, sometimes they’re money-maknig ventures, sometimes they’re monuments to ego, sometimes they’re massive wanks, sometimes they’re public services, sometimes they’re dedications of faith, sometimes they’re communities. Always, they are a public face, one chosen and crafted to varying degrees, of the people who write them. They are avatars, masks, or revelations of our deepest selves. They are political or philosophical, merrily inebriate or sententiously sober. Do not listen to those who would tell you what they are not.

These people will destroy your soul. Classification is for insects.

My name’s wonderchicken, and I am a wild party.