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Patting Self On Back For Percipience

In my longwinded and rambling post yesterday I alluded to the tendency in some US blogs to form ingroups and cliques, but I neglected to provide actual data to back up my thesis.

I don’t know, is it something about unresolved high-school popularity issues that leads to this forming of cliques? Is it that there’s an innate tendency in US society to want to form exclusionary groups and chains of influence whatever the venue? And why is there always money at the bottom of it? Sociology to the white courtesy phone please…

Then like manna from heaven, lickety-split via those kind people at Lawyers Guns & Money, in comes a walking example. If only all research worked in this halfassed way…

So thanks, Ann Althouse. You do indeed provide a useful function. Don’t let anyone ever tell you different.

I haven’t added Sitemeter to this blog and I’m thinking of avoiding it. Ah, but no sooner did I write that then I felt a pull to enter the address of this blog in Technorati. And don’t you want to know what level of evolution you’ve reached on the Truth Laid Bear ecosystem? I was a Flappy Bird (over there on my other blog), then I got to be an Adorable Rodent, then somehow I had fewer links and I was a Flappy Bird again. These are like cliques in a high school–it was like I was one of the Theater Kids again. This was all (or most of it) said in a conversation today with a colleague who used to be an Adorable Rodent like me but is now a Marauding Marsupial. We discussed the feeling we get when the Popular Kid says hi to us: Instapundit linked to him today. Oh, and I’ve be linked by Instapundit five times, but it’s like: the Popular Kid never calls me any more. And so I’m checking Sitemeter referrals and Technorati like a teenager in love checking to see if the phone has a dialtone.

I rest my case. Can I have my Phd. now?

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Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt, washed the t-shirt 23 times, threw the t-shirt in the ragbag, now I'm polishing furniture with it.