Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label internet. Show all posts

25 March 2006

Maps

I was just playing with the built-in map feature in Flock, which uses the new Yahoo! Maps.* Their maps aren't much different from Google's, or Microsoft's. How many ways can you Ajax up a map GUI. And, after all, it's all the same data, isn't it?

The funny thing is, it's not all the same data.**

According to Google, that train track that runs two blocks down the hill from me is called CalTrain, and the stop is called 22nd St. CalTrain Station. It carries trains all the way down to the Google Shuttle Transfer Station (which most of the world calls the Mountain View CalTrain Station) and beyond.

According to Yahoo!, that train track is called Southern Pacific, and there is no stop to be given a name. For a forward-looking company like Yahoo!, that's charmingly old-fashioned.

Yahoo! also thinks that Chavez is still called Army between Mission and Bayshore--just as old-fashioned, if not quite as charming.

On the other hand, according to Google,*** 22nd St. runs all the way from Potrero to Missouri. This would be a really handy street if it existed.

In fact, the day after I moved to Potrero Hill, armed with a Google Maps printout, I got off a bus at 22nd & Potrero to walk home across 22nd. I immediately discovered that this was wrong unless I wanted to jump over the freeway. But after detouring, everything looked fine. Until 22nd St. became a dirt path, a stone stairway, someone's driveway, a back yard, an unmarked and unlit path, and, finally, a cliff overlooking a fenced-in construction zone. (If you make it down the cliff and past the fence, it becomes a real street again for two car lengths or so.)

From that cliff, I think I could have jumped on top of the first house on the block, run downhill along the rooftops, and then rapelled into my flat. But I didn't have my climbing gear, or my action-movie theme music, so I had to detour two blocks out of the way.

At least I didn't try to drive across 22nd.

To Google's credit, there are actually signs saying 22nd St. every step of the way. Even at Connecticutt, where it's a path into someone's backyard to the west and a cliff to the east, it's clearly marked as 22nd St.

Yahoo! has 22nd St. running from Kansas to the point where it turns into a staircase. That not quite right, but it's the part that's theoretically drivable as long as you don't mind driving your SUV on narrow dirt paths that clearly don't go anywhere other than a staircase.

Looking up one of my old neighborhoods, I discovered to my surprise that Stanley Ave. connects up to Nichols Canyon and Curson. To get to Curson would require driving through someone's front door, out their back door, around their pool, through a hedge, and then up a 45-degree incline. To get to Nichols Canyon would require using their neighbor's garage door as a ramp to jump over the garage and the cliff behind it. I think you get an Insane Stunt Bonus for that one.

* Do I really have to type the exclamation point whenever I write Yahoo!? If I end an exclamation with their name, do I need two, as in "Damn that Yahoo!!"? I had a phone interview with Yahoo!, and the guy on the phone actually said, "The point of this interview is to find out if you're a Yahoo!" I could hear the exclamation point. At that moment, I began to wonder if maybe I was a Google. I didn't feel like one, but I called. They took so long to set up a phone interview that I already had four offers. So I guess I'm not going to work for a company that makes AJAX maps. Oh well.

** There's also search data, in addition to map data, and Google clearly beats Yahoo! here. If I leave off the Ave or the N on N. Stanley Ave, Google asks whether I mean Stanley Ave or Stanley Dr, or N or S. Yahoo just puts me three miles away from either of the two streets.

*** A big chunk of this was written shortly after I moved, whenever that was. Since then, Google appears to have fixed their data, and now has exactly the same 22nd St. as Yahoo! Maybe someone heard me complaining? Meanwhile, there's a dirt trail down from Connecticut and around the construction, at a manageable slope, not far from where 22nd should be. And some of the sillier signs are gone.

03 December 2005

The Internet Will Turn Us All Into 13-Year-Old Girls

Once people expected that the net would turn us all into geeks. Well, it makes sense. If the instant access to all of the world's information didn't geekify you, surely learning how to fight Internet Explorer and the bizarre interfaces of many early web apps would....

But the most popular use for the net--after porn--seems to be LiveJournal. And the most popular use for LiveJournal seems to be reading journals of people you'd never talk to in real life and gossiping about them behind their back.

This all reminds me of my sister in 6th grade. "Ohmigod, did you see what Pam wrote on her notebook?"

Except instead of 13-year-old girls who will grow out of it faster then fluorescent sweats and leg warmers, it's everyone. Geeks, artists, parents, people who should have something better to do with their life all want to ask me--via email, from across the room, even out at clubs--"Ohmigod, did you see what Pam wrote at http://livejournal.com/pamsnotebook?"

No, I didn't see. And I don't care. I don't know Pam, I don't want to know Pam, and I'd rather read a good book or the news or even some hideous Microsoft sample code than read up on what Pam's saying about her friends--or, as seems to more often be the case, what she ate for breakfast today. If her life is not interesting to me in person or over email, why would it be interesting when written up in tedious, rambling detail?

There's a theory floating around in linguistics that humans developed language specifically for gossip. For a good example, see Grooming, Gossip, and the Evolution of Language by Robin Dunbar.

But even if that's true, we're only designed to handle gossip about the 50-100 people in our local tribe. TV added dozens of soap opera characters and hundreds of celebrities to our repertoire. Now LiveJournal adds thousands of random strangers. Is there a point where enough gossip is enough?

I'll bet the answer is no. After all, look at porn. (Well, you probably already do....)

Until about 30,000 years ago, if you saw a naked woman, that meant a real woman was naked right in front of you: a living chance to outcompete your neighbors in the Darwinian sweepstakes. But then someone invented art.

You draw a stick figure with a couple of circles to represent tits, and suddenly you've found a way to fool your brain: all the pleasure of looking at a naked woman without having to fight the other guys for her, bring home food for her, or clean up your dirty loincloths.

Of course a stick figure only works for unsophisticated cavemen or 13-year-old boys, but the cave paintings and pocket sculptures got better, and eventually we reached the point where you can download thousands of high-quality videos of beautiful girls spreading themselves for the camera.

If that's not enough porn, LiveJournal probably isn't enough gossip. Hence MySpace, and dozens of imitators of LJ and MS, and Blogspot, and....

Yeah, I know, there were also cave paintings of deer and bison, and there are also blogs about politics and music and software, but just as nothing comes close to porn for total bandwidth usage, I have a feeling nothing comes can beat blog-gossip for total eyeball-seconds.

Well, at least the kids are reading....

23 October 2005

Flock, und stuffen

So since I work for Zimbra, one of the hot new Web2.0 companies, I felt a bit guilty for not using any of the other Web2.0 stuff out there. Really, I haven't felt the need to replace anything but mail/collaboration with an online app.

I don't know if I'm too geeky (is it really that hard to write wikitext by hand in emacs and copy-and-paste it into the edit window?), too old and out of it (do people really want to see the photos on my cellphone?), or too demanding and ahead of the game (can you give me an online replacement for Garage Band/Logic/etc.?). But I thought I might as well try it.

So I downloaded Flock, grabbed a blog on blogger.com, and now I'm trying it out.

OK, so editing the blog through Flock seems marginally nicer than using the website directly--and much nicer than using the "Word export" thingy. Hmm, maybe there is something to all this after all?