09/04: Twitter – The Blogging Bouillon Cube
The Masters is one of two times a year that I get to visit Augusta National. The other is in the fall for to play in a long-standing ‘Brass Hat Invitational’ with my dear friend and Augusta National President Billy Payne. Billy started this in the late eighties when we were working to attract the Olympic games to Atlanta. We put in a lot of hours to bring the 1986 Olympics to Atlanta, with Billy leading the way.
One night during lengthy planning meetings, Billy came walking in with a six pack of beer in each hand and the ugliest hat on his head. This hat was a shiny brass looking hat with the Olympics logo on it. Apparently, this item made it to Billy’s desk as something for us to consider. The room fell quiet until a big grin came upon Billy’s face. We all broke into laughter over the now famous ‘Brass Hat’. While it never made it as an official Olympic souvenir, the hat lives on with us.
Billy invites us down each year to see who gets to wear the hat during the Brass Hat Invitational and again during Masters week. This year, while chilly, offered another great year of golf and friendship. This year though, I was additionally impressed by something one of my friend’s grandson Marc shared with me, called Twittervision.
Twitter is to blogging as blogging is to web pages. Not so long ago, before blogs, authors would publish to a webpage. This involved creating a webpage, adding it to your site and publishing the site. More recently, blogging platforms allowed easy publishing of short stories, like these. Because blogs are easier to publish, they could be done more frequently, and often were.
Fast forward to Web2.0ville. Now with seemingly more cellphones than people, Twitter arrives. This service allows people to maek very brief updates, allowing people to easily notify friends of what is happening with them, their cats or anything that suits their fancy. I’ve had an eye on Twitter, but Marc shared with me a nifty extension on this, known as TwitterVision.
TwitterVision applies geo-location data to these twitter posts. As people post, the map moves around to the specific comments. It can be quite addicting to watch the comments float onto the screen, almost evesdropping on conversations around the globe.
As I sat there wearing my Brass Hat, we all huddled around Marc’s screen and took bets on what was going to be said next. We almost missed dinner during all the fun!
One night during lengthy planning meetings, Billy came walking in with a six pack of beer in each hand and the ugliest hat on his head. This hat was a shiny brass looking hat with the Olympics logo on it. Apparently, this item made it to Billy’s desk as something for us to consider. The room fell quiet until a big grin came upon Billy’s face. We all broke into laughter over the now famous ‘Brass Hat’. While it never made it as an official Olympic souvenir, the hat lives on with us.
Billy invites us down each year to see who gets to wear the hat during the Brass Hat Invitational and again during Masters week. This year, while chilly, offered another great year of golf and friendship. This year though, I was additionally impressed by something one of my friend’s grandson Marc shared with me, called Twittervision.
Twitter is to blogging as blogging is to web pages. Not so long ago, before blogs, authors would publish to a webpage. This involved creating a webpage, adding it to your site and publishing the site. More recently, blogging platforms allowed easy publishing of short stories, like these. Because blogs are easier to publish, they could be done more frequently, and often were.
Fast forward to Web2.0ville. Now with seemingly more cellphones than people, Twitter arrives. This service allows people to maek very brief updates, allowing people to easily notify friends of what is happening with them, their cats or anything that suits their fancy. I’ve had an eye on Twitter, but Marc shared with me a nifty extension on this, known as TwitterVision.
TwitterVision applies geo-location data to these twitter posts. As people post, the map moves around to the specific comments. It can be quite addicting to watch the comments float onto the screen, almost evesdropping on conversations around the globe.
As I sat there wearing my Brass Hat, we all huddled around Marc’s screen and took bets on what was going to be said next. We almost missed dinner during all the fun!
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