Dave McClure, Stop Stalking Me
As I’ve been trying to keep up my own education on social media platforms, capabilities, and everything else on the Web that allows people to communicate and come to consensus, I can’t seem to escape the excellent writing of Dave McClure.
At first, it was all innocent, as I enjoyed Startup Metrics for Pirates at SXSW. That brought me to his blog, 500hats. Then my postgame article on that great panel. Then, some link to a video where Dave’s playing rockband in some studio. After that, found this awesome way of dissecting Facebook apps that he wrote on TechCrunch.
At this point, every shot of me is a closeup from an angle slightly behind me.
The kettle drums pick up a pace with the strings.
French horns begin to intone with a foreboding aura.
Then silence.
The phone rings.
Whew.
Just my grandmother. Again.
The real point here is that Dave’s post from the past on the basic architecting of Facebook apps is a must-read.
It’s a long post, no doubt. But the way he sets up all the basic parameters of a good facebook app is so plainly honest, you can feel you’re learning something bigger.
Another nod to the Going Social Now panel, where the discussion centered around the social graph and how small groups of people slowly assimilate into the larger community — I was a bit foggy on visualizing this until Dave roots it in the technical aspects of the privacy settings and mini-feed.
Another nugget of note is the Anatomy of a Facebook application. Make sure to dl the PDF.
Lastly, when I found the article there were 99 comments, most of which were utterly passionate: good and bad. If that’s not a mark of good evocative writing, I don’t know what is.
Aside: Working in radio, you get a lot of completely crazy, sometimes scary, letters written to you. I was 19 when I first experienced this; and I was scared. My boss at the time would take all the craziest notes and post them as a badge of honor in the station lounge. That’s when I learned that you gotta hug the haters, and appreciate that your work motivated them to action. It’s all good. It’s all fun.
No one ever came after me to avenge my deep offenses to their god, their family, their personal beliefs, or that one guy who said I violated some ancient manchurian code of honor that could only be remedied with my quick and ritualized death at his hands.
I could go on, but you’ll just have to read the article yourself. No point in recopying it here.
In the meantime, I’m still knocking on bathroom doors in my house and then slowly entering, sure that Dave McClure is waiting to pounce on the other side.
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