So, I went to the Future of Web Apps summit in London this week. I may have a full post about that soon—but this isn’t it.
During a presentation by Tara Hunt and Chris Messina (Fostering Online Communities), Chris showed a cool new feature of ma.gnolia that really piqued my interest. Despite being a long-time del.icio.us user (my first del.icio.us bookmark was on 12/31/2003), I thought I’d try ma.gnolia (again) with a fresh perspective and an open mind.
Here are a few of my thoughts on the site and app after using it for just a few minutes:
- Using OpenID – Good job :)
- They need help with their “Blank state” pages (pages that don’t have data yet). When I first signed in, and didn’t have any bookmarks, friends or groups, my main page was a bit bare. Blank slates are a great opportunity to show the user either what the page could look like when they’re really rockin’ or, a call to action on how to start rockin’. 37Signals has lots to say about this subject.
- The Dashboard widget is neat. A few complaints about it:
- it doesn’t allow me to sign in with OpenID (which the main site does)
- just like their popups, the tag suggestions are based only off MY bookmarks, not other peoples. This is something that may seem small, but by showing what others have tagged a site with (and even helping you type them), you can amplify a common vocabulary.
- It puts the contents of my clipboard in the description portion… yuch!
- My import from del.icio.us still hasn’t happened yet! What gives?
- It’s slow. Could be bad timing on my part, or my sketchy WiFi in London, but it’s a lot slower than del.icio.us at this moment. I’m going to reserve judgement on that for now.
- It’s NOT just a pretty a del.icio.us clone (anymore) – SHOCKING! I held this belief until talking to Chris about the site, and actually playing with it myself. I now see that I was unfairly judging it (I do think they have an image problem though). What it gives you above and beyond del.icio.us are the community aspects of something like Flickr. A really neat bit is the “give thanks” (which is the feature I alluded to before)
- Their pagination really stinks… in a few places, each “page” is 5 or so items… What.The.Hell!
- Commas instead of spaces for tagging. This is 100% a personal preference, but I like spaces!
I think they’re doing some good stuff—I’m not ready to throw out del.icio.us just yet, but I will be posting to both services until one of them is less compelling to me.
Dr Nic hit me up with the 5 things meme that’s been floating around for a few months now. It’s one of those parties you think is totally lame until you get your invitation. Without further Ado, I thee blog:
- I lived in my car for a few months.
While I was in San Francisco, I was homeless, but had my car (An Isuzu Rodeo). Each night, I’d drive to the top of a hill near where I had stayed previously, prop up a sheet around all my windows so the cops wouldn’t look in, and sleep on the futon I had brought with me. It’s not as glamours as it sounds.
- I got evicted once.
After a long and strange series of events, I found myself moving back to SF after having moved back to New Jersey with an interesting character. Turns out we didn’t get far because:
- I dated a crack-head
I didn’t know it at the time, but on the road to SF, she started having withdrawal symptoms (from heroin, not crack) and we had to come back (she told me it was the Flu). Another time she stole all our rent money to buy crack.
- I can pop my shoulder out of it’s joint—almost to the point of dislocation.
I decided that this one shouldn’t be about some of the strange happenings in my life… It’s just a trick I can do, and I have a few others. Ask me to demonstrate if you see me.
- My Isuzu Rodeo was taken by the city of San Francisco.
So, while working at Pacific Bell Internet, I didn’t like parking in the faraway lot each day. I’d plop my car in front of 303 2nd ave and invariably get a ticket each afternoon (sometimes even two, score!) I thought, “I’m sure no one’s tracking this – I have out of state plates!” I was wrong. One day, I came out of work to find the spot I had parked in that morning taken by someone else. I thought my car was stolen—turns out the city took it as “Payment.”
Are we done already? I have a few more stories… oh well – next time.
Just to CYA, one of these might be made up :)