I should write a blog post about that

Cela vaudrait bien une note de blog... Note to myself: write a long blog post about this instead of miniblogging it. A miniblog by Thibaut Thomas Blog Principal

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We have abandoned the idea, still popular in the 1990s, that – to put it in a somewhat sketchy way –Internet users spend their nights chatting with strangers over the Web, and thus they are automatically neglect their friends and loved ones. This was known as the displacement hypothesis. Since the beginning of the 2000s we know that the actual social consequence of the Web isn’t social isolation, but rather a dramatic reconfiguration of the balance between strong and weak ties, between bonding and bridging.
— Antonio A. Casilli. Communication delivered at the McLuhan100 Then Now Next conference, University of Toronto, Nov. 10th, 2011.
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Think Different. 

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Raw data is both an oxymoron and a bad idea; to the contrary, data should be cooked with care.
Bowker, G. C. (2005) Memory Practices in the Sciences. MIT Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts.    
permalink The sky is no longer the limit. Pan Am Fake Advertisment (by justinvg)

The sky is no longer the limit. Pan Am Fake Advertisment (by justinvg)

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Obey.

zephoria:

Obey.

permalink Freedom = Al Jazeera ? Via @RobinoPinolucci & Al Jazeera.

Freedom = Al Jazeera ? Via @RobinoPinolucci & Al Jazeera.

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The issue clearly isn’t dependent on technology. Internet is a necessary but not sufficient condition. (…)
However, that alliance [between new and old media] plays a decisive role for social change. Without Al Jazeera there would have been no revolution in Tunisia.
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Comme tu tiens à ta pureté, mon petit gars ! Comme tu as peur de te salir les mains. Eh bien, reste pur ! A quoi cela servira-t-il et pourquoi viens-tu parmi nous ? La pureté, c’est une idée de fakir et de moine. Vous autres, les intellectuels, les anarchistes bourgeois, vous en tirez prétexte pour ne rien faire. Ne rien faire, rester immobile, serrer les coudes contre le corps, porter des gants. Moi j’ai les mains sales. Jusqu’aux coudes. Je la ai plongées dans la merde et dans le sang. Et puis après, tu imagines qu’on peut gouverner innocemment ?
Les mains sales, Jean-Paul Sartre.