A few nice proxy facebook images I found:
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Image by bootload
Be my friend … BZZZZ bzzz BZZZZ
‘… , FOAF, was pretty much exactly what he describes. …’
This is one area I’ve been looking at carefully ever since I created a flickr account and had a b@gger of a time trying to find, add friends from flickr. But one thing I found trying FOAF ( http://xmlns.com/foaf/spec/ ) was some of the assumptions. Email for instance. Going through quite a few friends I noticed they all removed ‘specific’ email accounts replacing them with either web forms or generic accounts.
Aside from this the spec is pretty good & has been around since Y2K. As for most social network sites (roach motels) it is not in their interests to allow leakage. I haven’t checked if Fb allows you access to friends (yep, found perl WWW::Facebook::API::Friends using facebook.friends.areFriends) … so while you can extract information using the API Fb does not markup the client side.
Maybe the approach is to create a FRIEND PROXY SITE that abstracts your social network above social sites? Something that …
- allows you to login
- allows friends to login
- add various social sites that you frequent
Then transparently ….
- use api’s (where possible) on sites to extract friend data
- create master list of friends (noting url + relationships etc)
- updates this list at regular periods
- pay to export all friends & associated relationships
Simple idea of allowing network of friends to be linked & captured. Now is there are real demand for this? (I doubt most users frequent more than 2-3 sites.) But if you have to re-enter 5xfriends to 50xfriends & associated details maybe this is viable.
This is a flaw in the microformat crowd. It assumes the markup exists in each site. The plus side is it’s easy to implement. It only takes Facebook.
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Inner Sanctum – I’m Apparently Awake, Where Am I Going? (Soul Ball…)
Image by raider3_anime
(Yay! I figured out how to connect my new DSLR camera to my computer for remote control/timed picture taking! No more reliance on the webcam!)
Resuming normal Network R3 programming, having been up for about an hour. It was restful sleep, though I had some dreams based on some of my feelings from the day before that made me worry a bit.
I am up, awake, and have a few things to do, as well as a few things I want to do.
While I’m here, I grabbed another writing I wanted to post.
This one I put together rather quickly on January 11, 1994. Notes follow.
Soul Ball
Soul Ball-
Twisted ball of metal
A substitute, or proxy, if you wish
for my own tortured soul.
Soul Ball
Ooooh!! We’ve got Poetry Sign!
(Sorry, Folks! Had to do that!
One of our regulars keeps
reminding me of Joel from MST3K)
Just more discordant rumblings
from a tormented soul…
Soul Ball.
Just now, I had a terrible feeling,
like my right hand suddenly atrophied
to the point where I couldn’t write or draw
What a terrible feeling!
The body betraying the brain
A biological virus in the AI construct!
The mutiny of the meat
Without the means to express itself,
The brain feeds on itself, screaming
and drowning on its own feedback
S.O.S…. help me please
Dalton Trumbo
Johnny Got His Gun
Metallica
One.
"Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh God help me please!"*
* From Metallica’s "One", fron
"And Justice For All"
For the record, I was fighting my right arm
through the last few lines.
Still bearing the wounds
from two months of hell.
Soul Ball.
Someone came up to me and said,
"Y’know, if you turn the page
more parallel to your body,
you might be able to write better."
I don’t know who it was- Maybe it was me.
It is not – oh, wait!
It is not strange to talk to one’s self
They say it is an activity of geniuses-
Or the insane…
Who am I?
I’ll never tell…
Soul Ball.
Notes and references:
This was one of those writings where I attempted once again to shed some light and insight into what makes me who I was at the time, or who I am now. I still tend to do that to this day, I just do it through LiveJournal, Facebook, and Flickr. ^_^;
Being that it was 1994 when I wrote this, I was into watching Comedy Central on TV, usually whatever they offered, for the most part, Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Apparently, at one time, at the local coffee house where I frequented for poetry, there was a semi-regular who did bear a bit of resemblance to Joel Hodgson from his MST3K days.
I also was still into mainstream music, whatever was on the radio, the occasional video on MTV (or the pay-per-play cable channel, "The Jukebox Network") – For the longest time on "The Box", some people would constantly call in and request "One" by Metallica. I can say that I know the song quite well. I saw the 1970 film based off Dalton Trumbo’s book where the film scenes for the video came from. One of these days I’ll sit down and read the book. I recall Mr. Trumbo was blacklisted during the days of the McCarthy Communist "witch hunts" in the 1950s, and it was the actor Kirk Douglas who helped Dalton Trumbo get his name back.
Why Soul Ball? Maybe I was thinking of Babes in Toyland’s "Handsome and Gretel" off the "Fontanelle" album. (Yes, the same album that featured "Bruise Violet", which was featured during the first season of Beavis & Butt-Head – "Heh heh, Fire! Fire! FIRE!!") Maybe I was thinking of my own soul, sealed up and frozen. There were times when I didn’t feel too good about myself. Maybe I was emo before emo became trendy? I don’t really know, but I’m still striving to be happy and evolve.
I seem to have a talent for taking in words, turning them around and rearranging them, and spewing them back out. Maybe I just learned to "remix" them. Maybe I don’t really have an actual talent. I’ve always wondered if there is any originality in me, or if I really am just a "blank slate" who seems to define himself by his interactions with others. I’m still looking for what I believe in, what I like for myself. It’s a road that I’m still on.
So many questions, and it’s a while before I can find the answers.
Anyway, I am getting up, and getting going. More when the excavations continue. (And they will.)
showing someone how to use free proxies (for the N’th time)
Image by laihiu
photo by ticon
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