Chani, Roneet and me 
making the Hobbes faces

Nonsense

Nonsense is very important business. Very serious business. I thrive on nonesense. I firmly beleive that people should wear something silly on thier heads once a week to safeguard against taking one's self too seriously.

The WWW, for example, is full of nonesense, some of it painfull. Still, just as I found The Quick and the Dead one of the funniest movies I've ever seen, I make it a ritual to visit Mirsky's Worst of the Web 3 times a week, on the days that he updates it. Usually that's from my workstation at Panix, where I have the benefit of a couple of T1s to browse with; also usually as trio of Okolo, Brian, and myself. If you've ever laughed at how bad something is, Mirsky's is something you should be visiting frequently.[ update Thursday, March 11, 1999: this is long gone, and it's a serious shame. However, the truth is, Mirsky's Worst's day is over... still, there's some funny stuff there.]

Interestingly enough, Brian himself is the master of The Spork Home Page, which was selected one day for Worst of the Web. I'm a big fan of sporks. Whenever I'm in Taco Bell, I take as many as I can fit in my pockets and bags. Just so that I can hand them out later.

The fleshing-out of html has lead, among other things, to a great proliferation of sillyness on the net. Here, is Clay Shirky's World's Worst World Wide Web page, a sarcastic testament to the clutter of useless and ugly pages that have sprung up in the two short years since the WWW became a GUI environment.