2008-09-17»
reload fever»When I was ill off school, I remember sitting and just mashing the remote control, as I flicked through endless channels (although actually it must have been just four, thinking about it). I’ve been doing much the same thing today, when I’ve been awake: flicking through a handful of sites, hitting
Back in 2001, stymied by the fact that slashdot.org had eaten NTK’s breakfast by posting daily (NTK’s weekly feed was predicated on the fact that by pushing out every seven days, we could beat Wired’s deadlines by about two months), I tried to project where this was all heading. If the news cycle was shortening to a day, what kind of site would beat slashdot’s daily schedule? I sketched out the design for a website that would just throw news up as fast as it was happening; where you’d suck all of the wires, run them through a document-clustering algorithm, spit out the summaries of any new stories onto an IRC channel ,and have a team just come up with a suitable headline for those clusters (for those of you who knew me back then, that’s what I was talking about when I talked about spoolfeed.com). Story clusters would keep the same permanent URLs, so that once you’d bookmarked a story, any new developments would append to that page (and keep it high in the search ranks).
Spoolfeed’s really evil part, its elevator pitch for cackling VCs, would be that it would always change when you hit reload — no matter how quickly you hit reload. Stories that hadn’t changed between page views would be discarded, so only new items would appear. If you really did use up all the top stories, the space would be filled with the strange edge stories — clumsily translated Portugese news, crummy press releases from business wire. Just make every reload do something.
I felt kind of dirty when I came up with that, because I felt like I was feeding the monster that was eating everyone’s brain. But it also felt inevitable that sites would head this way. I’m surprised that digg.com doesn’t do it now to be honest. Feed the reload beast, and the world’s foolish advertisers and journalists will come baying at your door for your precious hitrates.