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Doing is knowing: “Sweet Jane” and the Web

August 10, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg


Lou Reed at Web 2.0 2006

I. Turn around and hate it

Lou Reed cast a stony stare over a hotel ballroom packed with entrepreneurs, venture capitalists and geeks. It was November 8, 2006, the peak of the last Web bubble — remember? the littler one? the one between the monster bubble that ended in a big mess in 2000 and the bubble we’re in now that will end in another big mess one of these days?

That one, right: the bubble we called “Web 2.0.” That was also the name of the conference that Lou Reed was very visibly getting pissed off at — because, as he stood there and played his guitar and sang his songs, the geeks and VCs and founders weren’t listening. They were talking.

Reed was not known for suffering fools or turning the other cheek; he was famously prickly. (One live track from 1978 captures a rant he directed from the stage at a critic: “What does Robert Christgau do in bed? I mean, is he a toe fucker?”) So maybe the whole idea of having him serve as the after-dinner entertainment for a Web-industry conference hadn’t been so bright. But here we were!

Reed stopped playing. An AOL logo haloed his leathery face. While one of his two accompanying bassists vamped, he began barking at the crowd.

“You got 20 minutes. You wanna talk through it, you can talk through it. Or I can turn the sound up and hurt you.”

This suggestion from the man who wrote “Vicious” elicited a wan cheer.

“You want it louder? Frank, turn it up!”

Turn it up Frank did, to ear-punishing levels. That pretty much ruled out talking valuations and pitch decks and APIs with the person next to you. The whole event now felt like an encounter between hostile forces: disruptive market capitalism versus disruptive confrontational art.

Web 2.0 was supposed to be all about user participation and network value. It was idealistic about building open platforms to empower individuals and crowds — while remaining a little coy, if not outright cynical, about who was going to reap the profits resulting from what those individuals and crowds actually did on those platforms.

Maybe it was only to be expected that the folks who had championed peer-to-peer interactivity and comments and “user-generated content” would not sit back and just passively consume the performance in front of them. Or maybe they were just being rude. Either way, it did not look like it was going to end happily.

If you were sitting near the front of the ballroom, as I was that night, this was the moment when you became aware of some kind of commotion toward the back. Had fisticuffs broken out? Was there a medical emergency? No, it was Tim O’Reilly — the publisher and tech pundit who’d coined the term “Web 2.0” and cofounded the eponymous conference — doing a herky-jerky dance, all by himself, wobbling down the aisle like an off-balance top.

It was brave and a little nuts, and for quite some time O’Reilly was on his own. But it gave us something to look at besides Angry Lou’s glare, and it defused some of the tension in the room. Finally, someone else stood up and joined O’Reilly; then a handful of people more. When Reed broke out the chords to one of his best-known songs, the room burst to life. People stood up, dancing or clapping. With relief, we eased into our role as “the audience.”

That song was “Sweet Jane.”

II. Other people have to work

I first heard “Sweet Jane” in 1970, age 11, sitting on the floor of my older brother’s room in Jamaica, Queens. I had no idea what the words were or what the song was about, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was that riff. Just three syncopated chords! Well, four, really — as Reed will explain for you, and Elvis Costello, here:

Also: a pushy bassline that elbowed its way on either side. A mid-tempo beat like a gleaming railroad track. And Reed’s baritone, deployed in some crazy mashup of Beat recital, Wagnerian sprechgesang, and rap, stepping in and out of the way, spitting out words as if between cigarette puffs. It all worked, just as “Louie Louie” had, and “Wild Thing,” and “Twist and Shout,” and all the other hook-driven songs that most people had stopped listening to by 1970.

Don’t know it? Take a listen:

So I listened, too, over and over — not yet aware that Reed’s group, the Velvet Underground, had started out as Andy Warhol’s house band and explored shadowy frontiers of sex, drugs, and noise for years with no commercial success and had already broken up when Loaded, the album featuring “Sweet Jane,” came out.

It was decades later before I actually paid attention to the song’s words. They had gone through many changes before Reed settled on the version recorded on Loaded, and they remain cryptic in places. But it’s clear what “Sweet Jane” is all about: A rocker glimpses a couple of friends. Thinks about their mundane lives. Weighs taking the cynical view, and rejects it — concluding that no, beauty is not a scam, goodness is not a lie, and both can be found in the stuff of everyday life.

The song is aggressively untrendy, anti-hip, playing against all the fashions of 1970. It rejects both lazy downtown nihilism and counterculture protest. It offers a little nostalgia for old-time “rules of verse,” classic cars — even classical music. It embraces the working life of banker Jack and clerk Jane, and winks at them with a playful touch of cross-dressing kink. (“Jack’s in his corset, Jane is in her vest” — although, for years, I thought Reed was saying “Jack’s in his car,” and to this day so do many of the lyrics sites.) But the song only nods to the demimonde; it’s more the stay-at-home type.

“Sweet Jane” moves, verse by verse, from standing on a street corner to sitting down by the fire to pondering the meaning of life. Near the end it takes full-throated flight with this emphatic credo:

Some people, they like to go out dancing
Other people, they have to work
And there’s even some evil mothers
They’re gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

That women never really faint
And that villains always blink their eyes
And that children are the only ones who blush
And that life is just to die

But anyone who ever had a heart
They wouldn’t turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
They wouldn’t turn around and hate it

It’s easy to get distracted by the curled lip, the black leather, the shades, and the swagger — all part of the “Lou Reed” act, and all intentionally misdirecting your gaze. But in “Sweet Jane” Reed made very clear that, if you could for just one second stop his guitar hook from looping in your brain and listen to his words, he was always, at heart, an idealist.

III. I’m in a rock and roll band

I learned to play the guitar so I could play “Sweet Jane.” There were only three chords. (Oh, right, four.) It couldn’t be that hard, and indeed it wasn’t.

But for the longest time, playing any chords was, for me, a foreign country. No one I knew as a teenager had a guitar — the kids I ran with played D&D, not Dylan. It wasn’t until my mid-20s, in the ’80s, that I figured out this was something I could actually do. I went with a kind and knowledgeable friend to a little shop on Mass Ave. in Cambridge, bought a cheap acoustic, crossed the street with it to my apartment, and realized just how easy it was to put D, A, and G together. I sounded awful for a long time. But the guitar is a forgiving instrument, and I could coax just enough joy from it to keep me going.

“Sweet Jane” was a starter drug, and since then I’ve learned to play other favorite songs. (“Waterloo Sunset.” “Pinball Wizard.” “Welcome to the Working Week.” Half the Mountain Goats catalog. And so on.) I remain a lousy guitarist, a lefty-playing-righty with a vigorous strum and not much else. But I’ve learned what musicians have always known: Playing a song changes your understanding of it. Playing music changes how you listen to it. Doing changes knowing.

Anyone who wants to learn “Sweet Jane” today can look it up on YouTube and get schooled by gawky kids and middle-aged instructional-video peddlers and all sorts of other people who have chosen to say, “I will show you how I do this.” You can listen to and compare a fat catalog of live performances by Reed and covers by others. (You may visit the “Sweet Jane” Museum I have assembled here, if you like.) The Web has, among many other achievements, allowed us all to produce and share the instruction manuals to our DIY dreams. Pickers and strummers everywhere who have posted your clumsy, loving, earnest videos: I thank you and salute you!

Yet this eruption of knowledge-sharing is usually understood, and often dismissed, as an essentially marginal phenomenon. Let the passionate indulge their pastimes, but we’re basically talking hobbies here, right? Consequential things involve cash. They are metricized and monetized.

The same logic was used for years to belittle the rise of blogging, at a time when it was though to be a pursuit fit only for the pajama-clad. “That’s cute,” said the insiders and the media-savvy. “But it is of no consequence.”

Yet the consequences were real and substantial. Large numbers of people discovered a new opportunity to control a media platform and project a personal voice into the network. Before you knew it, blogs were being metricized and monetized. Then Facebook and Twitter came along and made it far easier for people to post, share, and kibitz without committing to a regular publishing project. These platforms moved quickly toward metrics and monetization, too.

Whether we are teaching guitar or ranting about politics or blogging about our lives, the trend here moves inevitably from small numbers to large, from private pursuit to professional endeavor, and from labor-of-love to cashing in or out. There has been no shortage of analyses and tools to help us understand the numbers and the money at each stage of this evolution. And we have held lengthy, valuable, and — yes — repetitive arguments about the impact of these changes on the collective mediasphere. Do they enrich or impoverish public discourse? Is there more variety or less? More choice or less?

But we haven’t kept as close an eye on how each turn of the digital-era wheel affects us, subjectively, as individuals. That is, we have looked at the numbers and the economics and the technology, but not so much at how the experiences we’re having in our newly-constructed digital environments are shaping us. It’s only recently that we have begun to ask whether Facebook makes us happy (or unhappy), Twitter keeps us connected (or distracted), our devices serve us or the companies that supply them.

One thing we can say with some certainty is that, for the first time in the still-short span of human history, the experience of creating media for a potentially large public is available to a multitude. A good portion of the population has switched roles from “audience” to — speaker, creator, participant, contributor, we don’t even have the proper word yet.

Forget whether this is “good” or “bad”; just dwell with me for a moment on its novelty.

Millions of people today have the chance to feel what it’s like to make media — to create texts or images or recordings or videos to be consumed by other people they may or may not know. Whether they are skilled at doing this is as beside the point as whether or not I can play “Sweet Jane” well. What matters about all this media-making is that they are doing it, and in the doing, they are able to understand so much more about how it works and what it means and how tough it is to do right — to say exactly what you mean, to be fair to people, to be heard and to be understood. If you find this exciting, and I do, it is not because you are getting some fresh tickets to the fame lottery; that’s the same game it’s always been. It’s because we are all getting a chance to tinker with and fathom the entire system that surrounds fame — and that shapes the news and entertainment we consume every day.

The Internet, with all its appendages, is one big stage. There is no script and no director. We cast ourselves. There’s no clear curtain rise or drop. Each of us has the chance to shine for an instant, to create a scene, and to embarrass ourselves. The house is crowded and moody and fickle and full of hecklers; sometimes people are paying attention to you, but mostly they’re not. And, let’s face it, the show itself is a mess. Yet there is so much to learn from the experience.

In the pre-Internet era, already receding into the murk, you couldn’t just step out onto this stage — the roles were rationed. To get one, you had to be lucky or wealthy or connected to the right people or so astonishingly good you had a shot at not being ignored. “Those were different times.” We assumed that those limits were eternal, but they turned out to be merely technical.

To this day, two decades after I first glimpsed a Web browser, this change knocks me flat and makes me happy. It doesn’t solve all our problems and it doesn’t fix everything that’s wrong with the digital world. But it gives us a bright ingot of hope to place in the scales, to help balance out everything about the Net and social media that brings us down — the ephemerality, the self-promotion, the arms race for your eyeballs, the spam, the tracking, the ads, and the profound alienation all of the above can induce when you tally its sum of noise.

This hope can be elusive, I know. It is deeply non-metric, invisible to A/B testing, and irreducible to data. It does not register on our Personal Digital Dashboards or vibrate our phones. It is still unevenly distributed, but it is more widely available than ever before. It lies in the gradual spread, one brain at a time, of a kind of knowledge about ourselves and one another that until very recently was held tight by a very small group that made mostly cynical use of it.

(One reason this idea remains relatively invisible in the conversation about social media is that so many of the journalists leading that conversation are professional cynics prone to missing its importance because of the nature of their work. Just as the things I learned about music by teaching myself “Sweet Jane” would be blindingly obvious to a professional guitarist, so the general public’s education in media basics thanks to the Internet elicits shrugs from most of the professional press. That doesn’t make it any less extraordinary.)

Any experience of authorship gives you a piece of this knowledge — the knowledge of the storyteller, the musician, the crafter of objects, the dreamer of code. In a media-saturated world that will eagerly tell us who we are if we let it, acquiring the confident insight, the authority of media-making, is both a necessity and a gift.

What is it that you learn from being a media actor and not just a media consumer? What do you come to know by playing a song and not just listening to it?

I don’t think the answer is reducible to bullet points. For me, two ideas stand out.

One is: Define yourself if you get the chance — if you don’t, others will be happy to do it for you.

The other is: Empathy.

IV. Anyone who ever played a part

Onstage that night in 2006, Lou Reed sure looked like he hated being there. For years afterwards, I kept that show filed in my memory under both “symbolic moments of despair” and “high-water marks of tech-industry hubris.” Today I’m a lot less certain, and much slower on the condemnation trigger.

Yes, the audience had sat there and essentially said: We’re rich and we’re building the future and we’re so cool that we can turn icons like Lou Reed into our private entertainment — and then not even pay attention to him!

And Reed? He responded with a big raised middle finger: “I’m here to serve,” he rambled, icily, during one song break. “It’s the moment I’ve been living for my whole life. I was on St. Mark’s Place and I thought, someday there’ll be a cyberspace, and an Internet…”

All that happened. And yet to frame the encounter as “philistine businesspeople vs. sellout artist” isn’t just reductive; I don’t think it’s accurate.

Remember: The Velvet Underground were famous for having failed to get the world to pay attention to them. Their live recordings, like the beloved Live 1969 album, have always sounded lonely. There are, maybe, three people clapping. The band’s albums sold miserably, to just a handful of devotees — though, as Brian Eno famously quipped, “every one of them started a band.”

I wouldn’t assume that Reed and his bandmates were indifferent to all this indifference. But it didn’t stop them from writing, or playing, or mattering.

I kept thinking about that strange collision-of-cultures show at Web 2.0 over the years, especially after the news of Reed’s death last year. What was he really thinking that night? Pestering Reed with questions about it is no longer an option. So I tracked down Jonathan Miller, then the CEO of AOL and the person who arranged the whole event, and asked him.

Miller and Reed met when Reed appeared in a 2002 AOL video shoot, and they studied with the same tai chi master. “We were trying for more of a presence on the West Coast,” Miller recalled. “We were the primary sponsor of the conference, and that gave us the right to designate a musical act for the night. I thought, we gotta have a little attitude. Lou embodies doing it your own way.”

So Lou Reed was going to lend AOL a little bit of his edge. Could be tricky! How pissed off was he, really?

“We went out for dinner afterwards,” Miller says. “He was okay with it. He said, ‘That wasn’t the first time I had to do that.'”

Neither Miller nor conference host John Battelle remembers (or will say) what Reed was paid for the show. Clearly, on some level, the performance was a simple transaction: Musicians have bills to pay, too, and today they have a harder time than ever — thanks in good part to the disruptions of the tech industry. If Lou Reed could earn a few bucks by renting out his attitude, who are we to throw stones?

On another level, it made absolutely perfect sense for Reed to be there at Web 2.0, talking to (or glowering at) the people building the media platforms of the future. In his own way, Reed was a geek, too, a connoisseur of guitar sounds, electronic gear, and audio experiments.

At the modest peak of his commercial success in the mid-’70s, he’d released a technologist’s dreamwork: a “difficult” double album titled Metal Machine Music presenting a symphony of pure feedback that is, depending on your opinion, either a groundbreaking work of pristine abstraction foreshadowing ambient and techno or a colossally bad joke that fell deservedly flat. (I think it’s kind of cool to write to.) In the late ’70s, Reed recorded several albums using a “binaural audio” technology intended to one-up traditional stereo. In Laurie Anderson’s moving piece eulogizing Reed, her partner and husband over two decades, she recalls the locus of their first date — a music-tech gear show. Patti Smith, in her tribute to Reed in the New Yorker, wrote, “An obscure guitar pedal was for him another kind of poem.”

So Reed could have been quite at home among the Web 2.0 crowd. But nobody felt at home that night — it was an orgy of awkwardness all around. See for yourself: 2006 was pre-iPhone, but there were some people in the device-forward conference crowd who kept their cameras handy, and crude videos of parts of the show turned up on YouTube. Here’s that Sweet Jane performance.

Pretty uninspired and uninspiring, no? What I see most, watching that clip and playing the event back in my memory, is Lou Reed having a lot of trouble, at that moment, being Lou Reed. So he falls back on tired mannerisms, a belligerence and cynicism that the songs he was performing had already transcended.

It never stops being hard to be yourself, whoever you are. To the extent that our time online gives so many of us space to work and play at doing so better, I’m grateful for it. I’m not going to hate it, even when it ignores me, or tracks my clicks, or lobs tomatoes at my face.

That night in 2006 was the last time I saw Reed perform in person, but it’s not how I want to remember him. I prefer this story, a recollection by film director Allan Arkush (as posted last year by Anne Thompson):

I asked Lou when it first struck him that he was indeed ‘Lou Reed.’ He told me that starting with “Transformer” in 1972, people came up to him on the street all the time and shared drug experiences or stories of being on the fringe of societal standards of behavior and how his music had inspired them to these extremes. Hearing those personal tales of decadence just made him uncomfortable and he did not like being the “Lou Reed” connection for only those types of experiences.

He told me a story of when he was most happy being ‘Lou Reed.’ It was in Manny’s Music Store (a very famous place where guitarist Mike Bloomfield bought the Fender he used on ‘Like a Rolling Stone’ on his way to that session, and countless other amps, guitars and basses that mark the history of rock were purchased). Lou was just hanging out, buying some new guitar strings, when he noticed that a young teen with his dad were shopping for his first Fender guitar. The kid was 13 or so and practically shaking with excitement as he had just put on the Telecaster and was being plugged in–a very serious part of the ritual of buying a guitar at Manny’s.

Lou was wondering what this geeked-out teen would play to test out his momentous purchase. After some tuning and a squall of feedback from being turned up to 11, the boy launched into the opening chords to “Sweet Jane”; the riff turned everyone’s head in the store. In his typical dry and penetrating manner, Lou looked at me: “That’s when I said to myself, ‘Hey. I’m Lou Reed!'”

For your listening pleasure: Visit the Sweet Jane Museum

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The calculations of authenticity: a conversation with Jeff Pooley

August 6, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

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Jeff Pooley’s essay “The Consuming Self: From Flappers to Facebook” introduced me to the concept of “the authenticity bind.”

The pervasiveness of what might be called “calculated authenticity” leads…to rejectionist forms of authenticity — real authenticity, untainted by the professional smile and the glad hand. These flights to deeper kinds of authenticity are, however, marketed in turn — returned, that is, to the promotional fold.

I wrote about this dilemma earlier this summer. Since then I’ve engaged in a sporadic but fruitful email interview with Pooley, who is associate professor of media & communication at Muhlenberg College, in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He’s got a book in the works on the “calculated authenticity” theme, which is exciting. (And another book on its way before that, about the media theorist James W. Carey.)

I love Pooley’s analysis but recoil from some of its implications. I wanted to press him on some of the questions I had about where the authenticity bind leaves us, practically speaking. And I didn’t want to wait for his book.

Here’s our exchange.

ROSENBERG: I want to start by asking about how you arrived at the concept of the authenticity bind. Authenticity is clearly a complex term, and one whose intellectual-historical pedigree you trace in your essay. But the “bind” part was new to me. Where does it come from?

POOLEY: The main source for this idea comes from my sense that markets are fundamentally dynamic and adaptive. Marx was right about this at least: there’s a manic, restless energy built into capitalism. Schumpeter celebrated this dynamism as the “perennial gale of creative destruction”—which is celebrated in turn by peddlers of Silicon Valley-style disruption porn. (There’s the irony that, in American politics, defenders of tradition make common cause with prophets of creative destruction; it’s their tradition that the market melts into air.)

Jeff Pooley

Jeff Pooley

My view is that this carnal, rudderless energy doesn’t just empty out Ohioan steel towns, but also courses through the cultural industries. Popular culture in a consumer society is a lot of things, not just a reflection of market pressures. But the same frantic search for new markets and higher profits is gale-like here too. Media makers are gripped by the relentless pursuit of new resonances — new bundles of consumer attention. That attention is sold to advertisers, who are also busy scavenging the flotsam of resonant meaning floating about.

To get to your “bind” question: the theme of authenticity is an especially attractive hook to sell stuff. As I describe in the article, the authenticity ideal (though of recent origin) has a strong hold on us. We want to think of ourselves as singular, expressive beings. Hence the resonance for advertisers. But the tie-in with the ad pitch discredits the very language of self-fulfillment. So we go looking for a deeper kind of authentic living, resistant to marketing.

The problem is that there is no market-free space, at least not for long. The Dionysian core of a market-driven culture — with its gleeful agnosticism — makes the dog-collar-and-safety-pin aesthetic attractive to the ad guys. In whatever new version it appears. That’s the bind: there’s nothing prude or restrained about them, as Thomas Frank has brilliantly shown. There’s no way to out-rebel them; they’ll party with you at Burning Man. And you’ll realize that they’re using you to sell stuff. Yet again.

ROSENBERG: So I guess the first set of choices this presents us with is: you can just keep trying to dig a new level down toward the authentic — knowing there’s no destination, no core, at bottom, but hoping to stay one step ahead of the marketing machine at least some of the time. Or you can turn around and say, OK, if the “real me” is going to be used to sell stuff, I might as well get the profit myself — which leads you into the realm of what you call “calculated authenticity,” the conscious choice to aim for the Real Me because you know it’s going to pay off in some way.

I keep trying to think of other creative responses but coming up dry. Is that all there is?

POOLEY: This is a big question. I should probably back up and say that I do not view the market and its cunning adaptations as the main story. The union of — and tension between — self-promotion and self-fulfillment is not a product of Madison Avenue.

Leaning a lot on the philosopher Charles Taylor, I argue that “calculated authenticity” has earlier roots in a pair of moral ideals that have taken hold in the recent history of the West. Taylor, in his Sources of the Self, tells the backstory to the sense that we have individual selves in the first place. In telling this story, he traces the emergence over time of certain moral ideals that we, in the modern West, have inherited.

One is the sense that our self is something that we possess and control — an object that we can manage and work on. Another, more recent ideal is authenticity: the sense that we all have inner depths unique to each one of us, which we should explore and express. What I am saying, following Taylor, is that there was already a tension, long before the billboards and the NYSE: On the one hand we feel like the owners of our selves — that our lives are projects to work on — but also, on the other, that we ought to find and express our true selves. I realize this all sounds pretentious and way too sweeping, but I think Taylor is basically right.

So, back to “calculated authenticity”: the contradiction is already there, but is picked up by the self-help industry, pop psychology and advertising. The message is that the best way to work on yourself is to consciously cultivate an authentic persona — to use authenticity as a means to the end of self-promotion.

We encounter calculated authenticity all the time in our daily lives: friends talking abut their “brands,” labored-over insouciance in Facebook statuses, the professional smile at Cold Stone Creamery, etc. And it’s nauseating and blatantly inauthentic. So we go looking for the real thing — maybe it’s artisanal cheese or long beach walks, or even irony-bathed Oscars viewing — all of which (as I talked about above) is then processed, repackaged, and sold back to us. Rinse and repeat.

No, I do not think that a resigned embrace of calculated authenticity is the way out. That’s too depressing. I think it’s still worth striving for authenticity in personal terms — for not being a self-promotional ass, especially if that douchiness is disguised by sustained eye contact and the gladhand. I also believe that we should call bullshit, over and over again, whenever authenticity is used for shilling. Even when — especially when — the bullshit-calling itself becomes a slogan.

This isn’t because there’s anything pure or timeless about the authenticity ideal. The sense that we should be true to ourselves in this demanding way is a product of (fairly recent) history. Strictly speaking — and as academics never tire of pointing out — there’s no such thing as “real” authenticity, nor is the ideal written into the human soul. But just because authenticity has a specific history — is not natural nor timeless — does not mean that we should dismiss its claims on us. It’s part of who we are, and we can use its high standards to call out the debased form the ideal has taken on.

ROSENBERG: It sounds like this tension you’re describing is one between treating the self as an asset and seeing it as an unexplored territory of sorts: something that we have and control and deploy and revise at will, or something that we must go on a quest to find and reveal and release. That feels to me like a reasonably subtle differential — but it’s almost as if the force of the market sticks a big pry-bar into this little fissure and cracks it wide.

I mean, plainly there’s no path back to some sort of state of innocence here, no way to press reset and lose the knowledge that personal authenticity has market value. On my previous post about the authenticity bind, Mitch Skinner posted this comment:

“Recognizing that authenticity has value doesn’t require you to glad-hand or to calculate your smile. Being aware of it doesn’t make it fake. That awareness just makes it a choice. But that choice can still be fully authentic.”

Do you think there’s any way to hang on to one’s sense of being authentic while simultaneously understanding that this quality is going to serve a practical, self-interested end? What could that look like?

Calling bullshit on crass authenticity plays and the marketing cycle is always useful, for sure. Is there anything we can point to on the other side of the ledger?

POOLEY: Can you strive to be authentic knowing that it will gain you something? The question reminded me of what philosophers (drawing on Catholic thinking) call the “doctrine of double effect.” The idea is that it’s not wrong to do something harmful if it was a side effect of trying to do something good. The classic case is killing someone to save your life. The distinction is between intending and foreseeing: Yes, you realize that the knife thrust may kill your attacker, but your intent is to spare yourself.

I realize that the example is ridiculous — we’re talking about glad-handing, after all. But I still think the idea is relevant. You may know that, in general, acting in an authentic way is likely to benefit you. It’s a foreseen side effect — the fact that you may win friends and influence people. But your intention is to be authentic.

That’s one scenario, and in my view you’re fine. You’re a long way from soulless hypocrisy. But it’s different when you set out to use authenticity as a means to get something from someone. Take Dale Carnegie’s advice as an example: “Become genuinely interested in other people,” one of “Six Ways to Make People Like You.” Extracting admiration from others, for Carnegie, isn’t merely something you foresee. It’s the whole point.

The analogy to morality and the “double effect” is not a perfect fit. In the case of killing an attacker in self-defense, the (permissible) bad action is the killing. Homicide, in almost any other context, is wrong. With Carnegie’s advice, however, the problem isn’t the instrumental motive per se; we use people for our ends (like purchasing coffee) all the time. Buying coffee isn’t murder. The problem with the Carnegie tip is that it is self-refuting. When you set out to get something (like the admiration of others) by pretending to be authentic, you’ve already abandoned the ideal. And pretending like this, with self-serving ends in mind, has bad consequences for everyone: We all come to distrust sustained eye contact and attentive listening. Maybe, we think, they’ve been trained at the Dale Carnegie Institute.

So I would stress the distinction between foreseen side effects and intention. In good faith we can attempt to act in an authentic way, even though we think that we may profit somehow. But not if the profit is the point.

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We often dream of vigs; or, how Apple became Microsoft

July 17, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

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In his great little one-man show, Feisty Old Jew, my old friend Charlie Varon makes copious use of the word “vigorish” or “vig” — a Yiddish word so outlandishly pungent that half the audience regularly assumes he made it up. (He actually polls the house, impromptu, each night.)

Me, I knew it was a real word. I knew that it refers to the percentage of a bet a bookie takes for himself — or, more broadly, any commission on a transaction. I knew this because “vig” had cropped up in a prominent way in the annals of the ’90s Internet boom. When I first heard it then, I couldn’t quite shake the suspicion that the man who had used it, Nathan Myhrvold of Microsoft, must have made it up, so I looked it up.

At Microsoft in the ’90s, Myhrvold was known for writing voluminous in-house memos dedicated to crystal-balling the tech future. In a much-circulated 1993 memo titled “Roadkill on the Information Highway” (RTF file) he introduced the term “vigorish” to readers. But he really put it to work in a 1994 followup — a memo that tried to make up for the previous one’s inexplicable failure to account for, or even mention, the Internet, which was not the form Myhrvold or most everyone else at Microsoft had expected the “information highway” to take.

One of the reasons the Internet took Microsoft and so much of the tech industry by surprise was that its government-and-university roots and its open-computing culture made it seem like a singularly inhospitable place to do business. Microsoft was halfway through building its own Microsoft Network as a competitor to Compuserve, Prodigy, and AOL when the Web browser known first as Mosaic and then as Netscape started getting popular in 1994. Sure, the Internet was opening up to commerce thanks to recent regulatory changes; but why would you want to set up shop there?

As Ken Auletta wrote in a May 12, 1997 profile of Myhrvold for the New Yorker:

It also infuriated Myhrvold and Microsoft that the Internet was free. They saw it as a flower-child culture that disdained profits and copyrights — and Microsoft… “Nobody gets a vig on content on the Internet today,” [Myhrvold] wrote. “The question is whether this will remain true.”

We all know what happened after that: Microsoft gathered its forces and smote Netscape, preserving at least another decade of massive profits and sparking a federal antitrust suit. Meanwhile, the Internet became a pretty good place for at least some people to make a lot of money.

I revisit this tale of yore partly because the word “vigorish” is just such a treasure (as is Charlie’s show — go see it if you get the chance!), and partly for two more substantive reasons: It puts today’s news of Microsoft layoffs in perspective, and it reminds us of how heavily today’s Web business depends on “vigs.”

Sic transit gloria Microsoft

Today Microsoft announced roughly 18,000 layoffs. That’s a lot of jobs to vanish, even if more than half of them are from the company’s recent acquisition of Nokia’s phone business.

Microsoft isn’t going away; heck, IBM is still around and making plenty of money. But Microsoft isn’t exactly leading the industry the way it did when Myhrvold was writing those memos (these days, he’s busy buying up patents and publishing $600 cookbooks). It has been displaced as thoroughly as it displaced its mainframe and mini-computer predecessors.

Myhrvold’s dream of Microsoft interposing itself as the Internet’s middleman, taking a vig from every transaction, never came true, thank goodness. Microsoft already took another kind of vig from us in the form of Windows and Office licenses and upgrades, but those are less and less central to our work lives, and almost irrelevant to our casual/personal digital lives.

It was hard to imagine such an outcome in the late ’90s. It is similarly hard today to imagine a relatively near-term scenario in which any of Google, Facebook, or Apple have faded into near-irrelevance in shaping the future. Rest assured: it will happen.

Today, you can’t click without tripping on a vig

The Web remains relatively vig-free today: if you set up shop there, you need to pay for hosting, but there aren’t a lot of people squeezing a percentage from you. (There are credit-card transaction fees, but they exist offline as well.)

But as we move into the world of mobile and apps, in which private vendors maintain tighter holds on app and content distribution, we’re suddenly back in the land of the vigorish. Apple’s app store takes a big fat cut, as do most other app stores. Ditto for content marketplaces like the iTunes store and the Kindle store. Apple makes sure to get a cut of in-app purchases, too. As Mike Cane wrote in a 2011 post, the day Apple’s app store started insisting on its cut of in-app purchases was “the day Apple became Nathan Myhrvold.”

These are obvious vigs — but there are other kinds. Facebook and Twitter both take a slice of us, too, not from our transactions but from our social lives and our attention. Think of this as an emotional vigorish.

The “disintermediation” so many predicted back when Myhrvold dreamed of vigs was real enough. But today we are facing a new infestation of middlemen, in previously not-intermediated realms like finding a parking space or booking a restaurant reservation.

If you don’t like that — I don’t — it can be a frustrating moment in digital time. But hold tight: This sort of market advantage is usually fleeting.

It’s not that some competitor will come along and beat the app store at its own game. Instead, our needs and habits will change, and just as we find that we can get along OK without Microsoft Office, we will wake up one day and realize that we haven’t spent anything at an app store in ages.

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I think Facebook and Twitter are jealous of each other

July 14, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

green monster

If social networks are all about putting forward idealized images of ourselves for others to be impressed by, and maybe envy a little, then it makes sense that the two leading companies in this space might take on a similar behavior pattern.

Facebook and Twitter are both thriving on a scale most online services can only dream of. Yet each is eyeing the other covetously.

Twitter’s the smaller of the two, so its jealousy is more straightforward. It wants Facebook’s numbers.

From the Times:

Twitter had 255 million monthly users globally in March, up 5.8 percent from the end of December. Analysts had hoped to see more than 260 million. Growth at the end of last year was even slower. That has disappointed investors …

A mere 255 million users! Twitter went public by comparing itself to Facebook, so investors are now making the same comparison, and Facebook has five times that many users. (Never mind that both companies’ numbers are as carefully framed as the average profile photo, and that “monthly active users” is itself a statistic designed with advertisers, not users, in mind.)

But Facebook isn’t just sitting back thinking it’s got an unbeatable lead in the numbers race. It’s got stars on its mind. It wants Twitter’s Big Names.

From Peter Kafka at Re/code:

John Cantarella used to run high-profile Web sites for Time Inc. Now he has a new job: Getting high-profile people to post things on Facebook…. The big idea: Convince famous people — say, Bill Clinton or Richard Branson — to use Facebook more, and do the same for the people who run nonprofits and other “causes.”

It’s part of Facebook’s bigger push to encourage more “public content” on the site — the kind of stuff that appears on Twitter all the time.

Facebook may have the crowd, but Twitter has all the cool people. So what if its entire pitch as a network was that it was the service where you would connect with your actual friends? That’s old hat now. Twitter’s getting buzz for the way celebrities use it to connect with masses of fans. Facebook wants some of that.

Envy isn’t pretty — it will make you a monster. Facebook and Twitter know that, but by now they’ve both moved beyond the realm of conscious action; they’re creatures of the market, steered by the corporate id.

And just think: six deadly sins to go!

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IndieWeb and Respect Network: Two roads to decentralizing the network

July 3, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

independence day fireworks

Independence — it’s hot! On the verge of July 4, here’s some info about a couple of independence-oriented Web projects.

When I kicked off the Wordyard Project, I wrote about my sense that we’ve reached “peak Facebook” — and are now entering a phase of digital history in which the pendulum will swing back from the collective to the individual, from the centralized to the distributed, from the corporate data silo to the personal digital homestead.

Over the last several days I’ve had brief immersion experiences in two very different — yet reasonably compatible — projects that aim to give that pendulum a big shove. One, the IndieWeb, is a classic Internet-era bottom-up movement trying to build and test working technologies and tools for autonomous, empowered individuals; the other, the Respect Network, is an attempt to jumpstart a new identity system and financial network based on individual trust and privacy. One is led by idealistic developers, the other by idealistic businesspeople.

IndieWeb Camp

Let’s start with the IndieWeb, which I introduced briefly last week. The idea here is to build systems centered on the individual and use the domain-name system as a de facto basis for identity. If you own wokcity.com (uh, someone does but they’re not doing much with it), the IndieWeb developers want to make it possible for you to use that address as home base. You could use it to sign in to other sites; to publish your posts and messages and converse with other people, in public or private as you wish; and to serve as a home for your personal data store. (Dan Gillmor’s piece earlier this year is another valuable overview of the IndieWeb vision.)

The IndieWeb effort — whose prominent contributors include folks such as Tantek Celik, Amber Case, Kevin Marks, and Aaron Parecki — is resolutely organized around diverse small projects that participants are using right now on their own sites, sharing open standards that build on existing Web technology. In other words, there are no boil-the-ocean attempts here, which is refreshing: It’s a lot easier to dream about a completed utopia than it is to take the first few steps toward an incrementally better near future. In the first situation, you get manifestos and blueprints and (often) pipe dreams; in the second, you get working demos.

At IndieWeb Camp this past weekend, enthusiasts gathered, chiefly in Portland and New York, for unconference-style discussions and a day-long hackathon-like building session. The namebadges read “Hello, my URL is…”

Here are some of the projects I saw demoed:

  • Ben Werdmuller, Aaron Parecki and Emma Kuo whipped up a prototype “Indieweb Reader” — basically, a Google Reader-ish content aggregator pulling in RSS/Atom syndicated posts along with Indieweb-style messages.
  • Bridgy is a nifty IndieWeb service that takes Twitter and Facebook responses to a post on your blog and feeds them back to you in the form of comments. Right now Bridgy only works if you send out a link first, so it knows the post is yours; Kyle Mahan showed a way to bypass this requirement.
  • Indie-auth is an Indieweb-style single sign-on protocol that uses your domain name to authenticate your identity. It’s still more developer-focused than user-friendly, but it keeps evolving. For the moment, the most common implementation involves a slightly confusing trip to Twitter or Facebook or Google+ to associate your domain with some already-authenticated account. But Aaron Parecki showed a method for using public-key encryption (GPG) to bypass that step.
  • Known is a startup that’s building a platform for personal publishing based on the Indieweb approach. The founders are Ben Werdmuller and Erin Jo Richey; you can see it at work on Werdmuller’s site at Werd.io.
  • A parallel project that’s less further along in terms of publicly viewable work is Shane Becker’s Homesteading — but I’m guessing that it’s powering his own site here.
  • Johannes Ernst put together a one-click “install WordPress with Indieweb extensions pre-installed” package for his Indiebox project.
  • Amber Case showed how to build a quick-and-dirty private social network using WordPress and its Twitter-like P2 theme.
  • Ward Cunningham — wiki inventor and pattern-repository founder — showed off the latest work on the Federated Wiki project.

There was lots more in Portland, and I’m sure even more in New York that I couldn’t track. (This wiki page has more details.) As you can see, the IndieWeb approach is to tackle its agenda of autonomy from many directions at once, with quick, agile-style stabs at getting stuff working. The result has some minuses for users: code is in flux and not always well documented, installing stuff isn’t always easy, a lot of things just don’t work yet. But the pluses, for users who are adventurous and handy with technical details, are hugely attractive — chief among them the chance to help shape the tools and platforms growing up around this privacy- and autonomy-oriented movement.

(One of my goals for Wordyard is to keep up with and write about the IndieWeb effort — while using some of the projects myself right here. For the moment, that means using Brid.gy and WordPress to collect mentions and conversations around my posts that happen on Twitter and Facebook and feed them back to my own comments system here. It’s not working perfectly yet, but it’s working, as you can see here.)

Respect Network

The Respect Network tackles the whole “take back the Web” idea from the opposite direction of the IndieWeb’s grassroots-developer tinkering. The project actually emerged from the community around the Internet Identity Workshop — a gathering very similar to IndieWeb Camp in spirit, and that has been around longer. But the Respect Network is much more conventional and institutional in its approach.

That’s understandable, given what it’s trying to accomplish: It aims to engineer an alternative financial and data infrastructure built on personal ownership of data and shared principles of trust; the model seems to be Visa/Mastercard, but where you own your data. (There’s a detailed “Trust Framework” that participating businesses must adopt.) The key elements here are:

  • “Cloud names” — global personal (or business) identifiers that use an equal sign rather than, say, email/Twitter’s “@” sign or the domain-name system to represent an individual user (for example, I am “=scottros”).
  • Cloud service providers — companies that provide cloud name registration and personal/business data storage under Respect Network principles.
  • A single sign-in button (like the ubiquitous “sign in with Facebook/Twitter” buttons) for sites to deploy so users can log in to multiple services using their cloud names.
  • All of this works under a technical standard called XDI, which should allow for the emergence of a system of competing businesses all sharing the same infrastructure. XDI has been worked on for some time now but there isn’t a ton of actual services and products using it today.

(More details at GigaOm.)

The Respect Network founders have assembled an alliance of infrastructure companies, service providers and creative thinkers — people like Doc Searls, Phil Windley, and Jerry Michalski — and begun to sign up partners and customers. Tuesday was launch day for the network in San Francisco (it’s in the middle of a global road show).

It was clear at the event that, right now, there isn’t a huge amount of Respect Network services that anyone can yet use: About all you can do is reserve a cloud name. The network’s goal is to sign up a million people for this at a special $25-for-life introductory rate. You can go today to providers like Emmett Global and do this, as I did. But you can’t do much with it yet. Eventually, the idea is that this name will serve as the address for all your data, and when you interact with businesses and other people you’ll be able to set the terms.

Respect Network is trying to bridge the worlds of privacy activism and Internet marketing, and that is unquestionably a tough challenge: The company’s leaders need to persuade the business people that they mean business, while demonstrating to the idealists who will be their first participants and customers that they are not sell-outs.

It’s hard to say how far they’ll get. On the one hand, the free/ad-supported model is powerful and everywhere today. It’s not going to just wither and die. On the other, the logic of the simple “you should own your own data” principle is potent; the world of advertising keeps finding new ways to overstep public tolerance; and the keepers of corporate silos keep stepping into their own booby traps.

Emmett founder Lionel Wolberger gave his pitch at Monday’s event with a memorable joke, envisioning what phone calls would be like if they were ad-supported the way so many web services are. The idea of companies listening in to our phone calls so they could break in and pitch products sounds ludicrous, unimaginable — yet somehow we are willing to tolerate this same dynamic in our online communications. The Respect Network will test our appetite for alternatives.

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The simple reason Facebook’s mood study creeps us out

June 30, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

puppets

By now I’m sure you’ve heard about that Facebook study of “emotional contagion,” in which the company (along with two researchers) tinkered with the newsfeeds of 689,000 users in 2012, to explore whether moods can spread based on the tenor of posts. (This Atlantic roundup will get you up to speed.)

Many academic observers are up in arms because experimenting on people has a long tarnished history, and there are rules around it that this study may have bypassed. The facts remain fuzzy there (just look at the crossouts in this piece!), but the issue is real.

The pushback, in turn, is that Facebook, like all big tech companies, does this sort of thing all the time; nothing happens on Facebook without A/B testing! So get over it.

Finally, there is a contingent of commentary that declares the experiment to have been “creepy,” for reasons that we can’t quite express but we viscerally share. You might say the news of this study has itself become an “emotional contagion.”

The most common explanation for this creep factor is that we recoil from the study’s exposure of Facebook’s “commercial behaviorism.” The researchers appear to have callously treated Facebook users as test subjects, rats in a Skinner box. No one enjoys that role; thus the mass creep-out.

I’m sure there’s plenty to that, but I think the public recoil is based on something even simpler. Facebook’s central idea — its “value proposition,” in bizspeak — is that if we give it a list of our friends, it will provide us with a personally tailored stream of their posts and shares. That stream, the newsfeed, is a phenomenally successful product — a river not of news but of social info. We know Facebook doesn’t show us everything, but to each of us, our newsfeed feels like a space that has been put together just for us.

It feels like home. But in fact, of course, it’s a private space that someone else owns. Most of us have never read the rental agreement. And until something like this mood study comes along, we don’t even think about the terms under which we live there.

So the true creep-out in Facebook’s study isn’t about research ethics or Skinner boxes; it’s about ownership of space. The “emotional contagion” study dramatically rips off a curtain that separated Facebook’s public face and its backstage. Publicly, Facebook woos us with a vision of a social information stream shaped by our individual needs and networks; backstage, the folks behind the curtain are pulling levers to find more efficient ways to hijack our attention and sell us stuff. (The frontstage/backstage theory sounds like The Wizard of Oz but is actually Erving Goffman’s.)

It all works beautifully until something wrecks the, um, mood. Facebook’s endless privacy snafus and “context collapse” disorders do that. Ads can do it, too, which is why Facebook has moved so gingerly to insert “sponsored posts” into the newsfeed.

The mood study is a perfect storm for Facebook because it’s not about privacy or ads or any other longstanding bone of social-network contention. It’s a pure instance of frontstage/backstage collapse. All it does is dramatically illustrate that, in the space so many of us have adopted as our digital home, we don’t call the shots.

Something that we’d embraced as organic and authentic — literally, “friend-ly” — proves instead to be crudely instrumental and manipulative. Everyone hates when that happens!

Of course the dustup won’t kill Facebook. It probably won’t even materially affect its business. But it is one more step in awakening the universe of Facebook users, which is nearly all of us, to ou predicament: We only think the place is ours. And the landlords — well, they really can be creepy sometimes.

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IndieWeb ho! A brief intro to a little movement with big ideas

June 26, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

Independent Rider Rally
If you believe, as I do, that

  • Good things start small;
  • Open technology is more attractive and reliable than proprietary technology;
  • The Web works best when we connect as autonomous individuals in public space rather than as customers in private space;
  • Playing around with new Web tools is fun even when they’re not quite ready for prime time;

then you will be as excited as I am about the IndieWeb. Self-described as “a people-focused alternative to the ‘corporate web’,” the IndieWeb is an umbrella term describing what is at once a movement, a concept, and a set of nascent software tools.

To date it has manifested itself mostly in the form of informal working meetups called IndieWebCamps (the first was in 2011). The next one is this weekend, taking place both in Portland and in NYC, with some farther-flung outposts checking in as well. Since Wordyard is both a place for me to write about stuff like the IndieWeb and also to put some of these tools to use, I’m going to Portland — both to report and to participate.

There is no single iconic IndieWeb project, protocol, or standard. Here are some exemplary initiatives (these are just the ones I’m most familiar with — there’s a fuller list here):

  • IndieAuth: Method for using your own domain name to sign in to websites.
  • Bridgy: Service that feeds social-media comments on your posts back to your personal site.
  • Known: Personal publishing/community platform in development, based on IndieWeb principles.
  • P3K: Personal publishing and status updates, based on IndieWeb principles.
  • IndieBox: “Personal cloud”-style hardware for managing personal data.

That should give you a quick sense of the breadth and heterogeneity of the work by IndieWeb enthusiasts. The spirit here isn’t “let’s conquer the world”; it’s “let’s stop just talking about this stuff and start getting it to work for ourselves.” The IndieWebCamp “Principles” page is a good read if you want to understand the ideals at work behind these projects.

Wired ran a thorough write-up last summer under the headline “Meet the Hackers Who Want to Jailbreak the Internet.” Since then the IndieWeb has largely flown under the tech-media radar.

In a world where the press is mostly occupied with handicapping the participants in a corporate Battle of the Behemoths, that’s only to be expected. But I think it’s a mistake.

Unless you enjoy tinkering with unfinished software on your website (some of us do!) most of these projects aren’t going to serve your needs — yet. The IndieWeb’s collective project is simply not ready for prime time or mass adoption. And sure, it’s possible that it may never be. It may always be for pros and semi-pros, developers and technical sophisticates.

On the other hand, every time I hear that line about some new technology, I think, you know, that’s what they said about the Internet in 1993.

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Why Amazon vs. Hachette should have news publishers quaking

June 25, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

Amazon UK Warehouse

Proposition: Amazon is to Hachette as Facebook is to all news publishers.

You know about Amazon’s dispute with book publishing giant Hachette, right? Amazon and the collective book publishing industry have been locked in a long-term war over the price of ebooks, and that’s now left the World’s Biggest Bookstore with some unusual gaps on its shelves. There is no underdog in this fight; it’s two colossal, unsympathetic combatants rolling in the mud — the Eastern Front of the online trade wars. (Here’s a good primer on the fight.)

Amazon is powerful today because over the past 20 years it has become the central chokepoint for distribution of both physical books and ebooks. It’s not a full-on monopoly yet; it’s got one ailing large-company competitor still in Barnes & Noble, and a sea of plucky independents will still sell us books. But it’s the key player. So when it says to a publisher like Hachette, “If you don’t play along you’ll pay a price,” it can extract a price.

Amazon vs. Hachette is a fascinating story in its own right, but today I want to use it as a lens to look at a different conflict — one that hasn’t flared yet.

Over the past 2-3 years, Facebook has begun to assume an Amazon-like role in the ecosystem of online news. We have quickly moved from a Web in which you got your readers either from search or from “organic” traffic sources (home-page visitors, regulars, and e-mail subscribers) to one where you get an enormous chunk of your readers directly from Facebook shares.

Partly this has happened naturally; so many of us love to graze on Facebook links! More recently, Facebook itself has goosed the process by deliberately opening a spigot of traffic to news publishers by tweaking its News Feed algorithm to favor their links.

When this happened last year, once it became clear that the changes favored actual quality journalism over viral linkbait, there was much celebration in newsrooms. Facebook was a savior. All you had to do was beef up your social-media team, A/B test your headlines and you could count on steady, impressive traffic growth from now till doomsday.

But there is an actual doomsday on this timeline. We know this because not that long ago Facebook pulled this same act with the entire world of consumer-facing business (or “brands,” as they’ve been dubbed in this arena). Facebook sold the “brands” on using its platform to connect with Real People, and brands leapt at the opportunity, pouring money and effort into building brand pages and huge followings, and everything was great until Facebook turned around and said, “Now we are demoting your posts — if you want to reach people you’ll have to pay us.”

If you are an editor or publisher or news executive today, you must know that Facebook is going to pull exactly the same bait-and-switch move on you. Feast on free traffic! Tailor your business around it! Now, pay up! Facebook has big post-IPO revenue goals it needs to deliver on; there is no question that this is going to happen — the only uncertainty is when.

I understand that publishers today have no choice but to engage with Facebook on some level: you go where your readers are, and right now, the readers are there. But smart ones will keep an eye on the world beyond Facebook. Sooner or later they are going to find themselves, just like Hachette, locked in a commercial struggle with the entity that increasingly controls their distribution. And they’re going to have even less leverage than Hachette does.

In upcoming posts, I’ll look at what concrete steps publishers can take to avoid the Facebook trap and build a more sustainable future.

MICROECONOMICS ADDENDUM: There’s an unusual wrinkle to my analogy that is of quantitative interest. Amazon wants Hachette to sell its ebooks cheaper than Hachette wants; it’s the classic Walmart squeeze-your-suppliers tactic. With Facebook and news publishers, the news publishers (almost but not quite universally) are already giving away their product for free. So the “lower your prices” squeeze manifests itself as a negative price — i.e., Facebook ends up asking the publishers for a fee to distribute their goods.

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Troll-slayer or name layer? How the Times/Post/Mozilla project could matter

June 23, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

troll

Last week’s announcement of the latest big Knight-Foundation-funded effort to build a better digital mousetrap for news organizations prompted a wave of coverage that framed it as the latest effort to “solve the comments problem.” The new collaboration between developers at the New York Times and the Washington Post will be overseen by the folks at Mozilla Open News and funded by $3.9 million from the Knight Foundation.

Despite the announcement’s promise of providing readers with tools to “submit pictures, links and other media; track discussions; and manage their contributions and online identities,” virtually every story dubbed the project as a “new comments system” that would help large news sites like the Times and the Post surface the best reader comments algorithmically (the way Gawker’s Kinja platform does) — and maybe reduce the population of trolls and spammers.

Certainly, all this seems to be part of the project’s portfolio. But it is not — as the Washington Post’s piece put it — the “most ambitious aim” here. Coverage huddles around that idea only because we’ve collectively narrowed our understanding of the ways newsrooms can open themselves up. If the only thing readers can do is post a comment, then managing “reader engagement” boils down to catching trolls and starring valuable contributions.

But it looks like there’s a much broader ambition at work in this enterprise. “This isn’t another commenting platform for publishers; it’s a publishing platform for readers,” the Post’s Greg Barber says. Mozilla’s Dan Sinker, who will lead the project, writes on his own blog that the plan is to create “building blocks for engaging communities throughout the web” and that the resulting platform will be “open source at its core, and focused on giving users unprecedented control over their identity and contributions.”

See how this word “identity” keeps rearing its head? That’s because it’s the key to understanding the scope and promise of the project’s ambition. If you’re building a toolkit for two big competing newspapers to share (and for other publishers to adopt), you know that these institutions are never going to share user information. So this project can’t rely on any single proprietary approach to user accounts and identities. It will need some kind of open authentication standard or model.

In the past, news sites have typically either handled this problem in a one-off way on their own. Or they’ve handed it off to a third-party platform like Disqus or (increasingly today) Facebook.

There’s good reason for this! The technical community has long understood identity across systems as a profoundly difficult challenge. (Talk to the good people at the Internet Identity Workshop, who have been pursuing solutions for a decade.) Meanwhile, the business community has recently concluded that this game is over and Facebook won.

But if the Internet is going to serve us well in the future as a public sphere and a platform for self-expression, we must solve this problem with an approach that no single company owns and that everyone — from big publishers to individuals — can use.

This is what’s most exciting about the Times/Post/Mozilla project. Sinker seems to agree. “To me, the loftiest of these goals is the potential for an open identity layer for the web,” he told Nieman Lab. On Twitter, in an exchange with Jay Rosen, he said: “Comments isn’t really the focus of the project… identity and user ownership/control of same is a key element.”

This is important. If this project aims not just to “fix comments” but to become a new kind of platform for news organizations to apply Dan Gillmor’s “my readers know more than I do” principle, then the individual readers matter, and it matters who they are. They’re not just eyeballs or pageview-generators, they’re experts and sources and contributors and critics (and, yes, spitball-throwers and grudge-bearers, too). The most valuable contributions won’t get made by the most knowledgeable contributors unless they have some sense of ownership and control. We’ve all been there and done that; we won’t get fooled again. (Yeah, fingers crossed on that one.)

The value to readers is clear; why should publishers want such a system? Because the alternatives — led by Facebook — trap them in somebody else’s system. Though publishers may wish they could “own” their readers as customers, they’re coming to understand how impossible that has become. But at least they don’t have to hand their readers over for some other company to own.

The Times embraced RSS early on in its spread, in 2002, helping that open model for content-sharing become a key part of the Web’s infrastructure today. Today the Times, Post, and Mozilla together are in a position to kickstart a similarly valuable standard for user identity, if they get it right.

It will be anything but easy. The project has all the markers of a potential software trainwreck: multiple stakeholders with conflicting interests. Broad but somewhat fuzzy goals. Lots of ideals and principles everyone wants to honor. And a pot of money.

The ingredients look familiar to me because they overlap a lot with those of the Chandler project that I wrote about in Dreaming in Code. Chandler is essentially dead today but a lot of good came out of it, including stuff like the CalDAV standard that’s now widely used in group calendaring.

If two years from now, the headline verdicts on the Times/Post/Mozilla collaboration complain that it didn’t “fix comments,” I won’t be terribly surprised. But what if, in the meantime, we emerge with some useful steps towards an independent, open, usable online identity system? Then, I think, the Knight Foundation will have gotten every penny’s worth of its investment and more.

Other comments on the project:

Dave Winer says fixing comments isn’t the problem. At GigaOm, Mathew Ingram is cautiously optimistic. In the Daily Dot, Rusty Foster is not.

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The power in playing small rooms

June 16, 2014 by Scott Rosenberg

tmg 2014-06-15I thought I came late to John Darnielle and the Mountain Goats. By the time I discovered them in 2004, they already had a dauntingly extensive catalog of tapes and albums under their belt. But it turned out to be good timing: they were on the cusp of a creative leap. Now I’ve been a fan for a decade (previous posts here, here, and here).

I love this music, and I spent the past weekend in a happy haze of it. The band, which has built a devoted and growing following, played three remarkable shows at the Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco. It’s a tiny place, a club that holds maybe 200, 250 people. Most performers who’ve reached the stage Darnielle is at would play bigger places exclusively.

These gigs have downsides, I’m sure, for him: Less money, no doubt. More of his time (you play three nights to reach the same number of people you could reach in one at a bigger hall). And, I have to assume, some sacrifice in the amenities available in the performers’ lounge. But the plus is a kind of familiarity and intimacy with the crowd that you simply can’t fake.

Each night this weekend, the Mountain Goats played the full sequence of songs from one of the cassette tapes they’d recorded on a boombox in the ’90s. And each night, as they dusted off these for-diehard-fans-only tracks, a significant proportion of the audience sang along.

This kind of choice may not support Darnielle in his retirement, I guess. But if one of the goals of an artist is to have one’s work connect with others — and to know that the connection has been made, to feel the circuit completed — it’s got to be a powerful thing.

There’s a parallel here between the Mountain Goats’ decision to play a smaller venue and the choice we can each make to favor meaningful exchanges over “social reach,” friend counts, and follower numbers.

If you listen to the Mountain Goats’ music or read Darnielle’s Tumblr or Twitter feeds, you get a pretty strong sense that he knows exactly what Jeff Pooley meant by the “authenticity bind.” And he has a pretty powerful strategy for, if not defeating it, at least side-stepping it.

Part of that comes from being an incredibly talented and defiantly idiosyncratic songwriter and performer. (He’s also got a novel coming out later this year.) Part of it, I imagine, also comes from a whole career spent tracing the contours of authenticity.

Last night, between songs, Darnielle delivered a disarmingly intense monologue about the challenge any performer faces in trying to stay “real” onstage night after night. It also very much applies, I think, to our everyday lives, and our online selves, too. Here it is (transcribed from the recording here):

There are some people who’ve been here three nights in a row. I don’t script what I say between songs. But then if I’m describing a song, I’m gonna say something generally in the same ballpark that i said the other night. And I’m really self-conscious about this.

Because a friend of mine waited like 15 years to see Leonard Cohen, she went to see Leonard Cohen — Leonard Cohen is of course God, and we can say nothing bad about him, he’s the best, the best among us are really not fit to shine his shoes.

But at the same time, he’s got a very different idea about performance, insofar as he didn’t do it for like 15 years… So he came out to play the show, everybody in my town went to see it and just was knocked over. He’d tell these stories between songs, he doesn’t have a teleprompter, it looks and feels like it comes straight off the dome, but that’s because he’s a performer.

The next time he came back, everybody bought tickets for two nights. They went back night two, it was the same set-list, and the same patter, some of which sounds very improvised. And they were all grief-stricken.

Now I wanted to defend Leonard Cohen, but at the same time — because, I think, this has to do with being Catholic — a deep fear is instilled in me, that if I do anything of the sort, someday I will look out at the person who I saw the previous night and I’ll be telling the same story, and their face will fill with sorrow, and they will give me a look which says: “You have betrayed me. And I didn’t need you to betray me.”

Each of us distills life into stories we tell one another — in person, in media, in art. Repetition is inevitable. Keeping it real is hard.

You can take Cohen’s road: become transcendently good at repeating yourself, at creating the performer’s magical illusion that each scripted moment is spontaneous. Or you can take Darnielle’s road: look people in the eye and pledge to do your damnedest to make each presentation of yourself as fresh and open as you know how.

I think both approaches are honorable. But Darnielle’s holds up better on the second night.

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