I ranted about Google, which got me written up in Wired (which was great fun), which got me misrepresented in The Register, which got me to rant about The Register, which got someone else to write to a letter to The Register, which got other Register readers to click through to my original rants, which got my Further reading
script to notice The Register’s letters to the editor and include an excerpt in my Further reading
RSS feed, which got my homegrown news aggregator to send me an email with the excerpt and the link to The Register’s letters to the editor, which kept me on top of the infinitesimal fraction of this glorious, ongoing, worldwide conversation that points my way, which is what I wanted.
Update: The guy who wrote the letter to The Register (Jonathan Peterson) has now written about reading about me finding his letter, which I noticed the same way I noticed the original letter, through my Further reading
RSS feed. Ouch. Stop the cycle, I want to get off. (Also, he sent me an email, in which he also told me that if I do end up having lunch with Steve Champeon, that I should tell Steve that Jonathan says hello. Hey Sam, I vote for intertwingly.)
I am aware that most things in the world do not revolve around me, but I’m having lots of fun tracking the few things that do.
It’s a moot point anyway, since someday we’ll all just auto-generate our weblogs and find more socially acceptable ways to spend our free time. Like peeing in public fountains, or smoking in church.
