Mind Boggling Stupidity

This piece of utter retar­da­tion just popped up on my radar; and, after a solid round of bash­ing my head against my key­board, I was com­pelled to com­ment. The short ver­sion is, Chris Anderson at Wired is mak­ing the argu­ment that the avail­abil­ity of enor­mous clouds of data will allow sci­en­tists to eschew the sci­en­tific method and just pull con­clu­sions from cor­re­la­tions within “the cloud.” His main argu­ment for this, Google doesn’t have a proper model of why PageRank works, but it does so, there you go.

Ars Technica pro­vides a bet­ter rebut­tal of the sci­en­tific points that I feel like writ­ing; so I highly sug­gest that you read that. But I do have some com­ments I’d like to make.

To start, why, for the love of Ahura Mazda, must every Web 2.0 dork con­flate Google with the rest of the gods damned uni­verse. First, Google is an adver­tis­ing com­pany, noth­ing more, noth­ing less. The sooner you nerds real­ize that every­thing that comes out of Google Labs is directed at cre­at­ing a pool of eyes to view those ads, the less dis­ap­pointed you’ll be when real­ity comes crash­ing down. Second,

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Note to Social Media Retards, the World Doesn’t Revolve Around You.

One could argue that I pick on the kids at The Apple Blog. But, gosh darn it, they make it so easy. Case in point. Today one of the crew over there posed the ques­tion, “Should Apple have had a big­ger pres­ence at SXSW?” To which I will be glad to pro­vide an answer. No. Here’s the bru­tal real­ity kid­dos. “Social Media” is a gnat on the wind­shield of every other per­son on the planet. Seriously, walk into a bar any­where in the world, pick a ran­dom stranger and ask, “So, what did you think of Scoble’s lat­est blog post.” I guaran-fucking-tee that the answer will be, “Who the fuck is ‘Scoble’?” fol­lowed by, “Who let you out of your par­ents’ base­ment.” I know, it sucks, but it’s the truth. You are truly insignif­i­cant, and you’ll prob­a­bly die cold and alone in a pool of your own urine. Life is a bitch, best to kill your­selves now. Cheers!

Web 2.Oh No!

Yep, been there done that. via Fake Steve Jobs

Wikipedia Sucks

I may, or may not I’m fickle that way, write up a larger piece on the man­i­fold prob­lems with Wikipedia. In the mean­time I highly sug­gest read­ing some of the crit­i­cism at Wikipedia Review and Wikipedia Watch.

Monkeysphere

I just ran across this via Violent Acres. While the tone is sar­cas­tic, the the­ory is actu­ally dead-on. This is what I was get­ting at in my post a while back.

Friends

Which is bet­ter, to have many peo­ple you call “friends,” or just a few that you hold dear in your heart? It seems to me that, for ages, soci­ety has told us that we’re not wor­thy unless we’re loved by many. Media tells us that being alone is a hor­ri­ble thing. If some­one dies, and only a few peo­ple attend the ser­vice, it’s sad. It doesn’t mat­ter if the peo­ple who pro­fess to be your “friend” are as phony as a three dol­lar bill, it’s just impor­tant that they all say they’re your buddy. Back when Sail Inn was still open, I would have said that I had lots of friends; and I would have been wrong. The truth is, there are only a few peo­ple in the world that I truly love, that I would call “friend,” and I’m fine with that. For any­one com­ing into this inter­net tide-water via MySpace, real­ize that I’m not con­dem­ing those who’s list of friends counts in the hun­dreds. Everyone is dif­fer­ent, and I’m admit­tedly a sociopath. I’m just say­ing that, for myself, it’s the qual­ity of the friend­ship that mat­ters more than any­thing; and I’ve been lucky to have a very few

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