18 03 2013

When you post online, you’re publishing content for others, and you should be concerned if what you post is accurate or not, otherwise we’re setting a poor example for people like News Limited who have no fucking idea.

                                                                                                            – Wolfie


13 04 2012

I have an idea for a social networking app.

If you have a lot of followers, it’s sometimes quite difficult to remember who does what, or who is interested in a thing.

It would be nice if there was an app which would connect to Twitter, Facebook, G+ etc and collect a list of the people we follow.

So now if Jan tells you that her Aunt is sick, you can make a note of it within the app.

Then when you have that feeling of uncertainty, Did Jan say Mum, Sister or Aunt?, You can verify it by clicking on Jans avatar in the app and looking at your notes.

Perhaps there was someone you blocked on Twitter ages ago, and you can’t remember why, just look at your notes.

Maybe you have a story which may be of interest to the media in Perth, a quick search may show that one of your followers works for ABC radio in Perth.

Yes it’s the Pokedex for Twitter, well kind of.


Twindex (c) Wolfie Rankin 2012.


12 09 2011

When it comes to verification, Twitter, Facebook and Google+ are all a bit slow unless you happen to be a major celebrity.

It seems to me that something is needed to push things along quicker.

Some may argue over why we’d need verification anyway, Well for one thing, the recent pseudonym debacle at Google+ (Quora? Nobody mentioning Quora? They started it) could have been avoided if we had some quick and easy way of proving that yes, We are real people here, even if we are using made up names.

So how could we do that?

Well, I think what is required is a third party, who verifies who you are, registers your name and avatar… and then tells the other social networks that all is right with the world.

You’d sign up, and then be required to prove to this company, that you are you, a scan of your drivers licence, birth certificate and one or two other items should be enough.

The company may then spend some time looking at your data, possibly phoning some people, and then set up a page for you.

At this page you could:

List the Social Networks which you are connected to, and nominate ONE account at each site for verification… You could not have two seperate Facebook pages, for instance.

Twitter, Facebook, Google+ and others would receive the data from this website and automatically add the Verified Tick to your account.

It would also take your Avatar photo and description of yourself, directly from the verification service, so that you wouldn’t need to do this manually every time you join a new social network.

It would save you time setting up a new social network, be easier for the social networks to verify you, and no ugly scenes where perfectly reasonable users are thrown off a network.

The problem is that this site would need to be trusted by the public and the other social networks, who would have to adopt it widely… If there were three or more such services and each network wanted to use a different verification service, it’d fail.

Lastly, the site would not share ANY private information with anyone else, all information apart from what you wish to share… Your Description, Name and Avatar…
MUST be kept completely confidential.

Gravitar is similar to what I’m talking about, extending it to do this extra work, could be a reasonable plan.

A rose unfurls

31 08 2011

In the last few weeks I’ve been growing facial hair, out of curiosity.

I was never “allowed” to do it before, either because of Mum stating that she hated beards, or my teenage inner-self feeling that somehow the act of growing a beard would be both a source of horror and deep embarrassment.

But I’ve got past it, the whiskers are growing, and not only that, there is a feeling of liberation, there’s a personal growth happening along side the hair growth.

I feel almost like I’m standing on the shore of a large lake, with a small boat which I’ve stared at for years, but never had dared to take out for a paddle.

I am frightened of change, change for me has almost always been something bad…
but now a change is coming, which I feel I’m in control of.

I’ve got into the boat and it’s taking me out into the lake, and I’m not afraid, for once, I’m not afraid… I can see the shore slipping into the distance as My boat moves across crystal clear and completely calm water into the center of the lake, which I can’t see at this point, and that’s how life is… but it’s going to be ok.

The beard is just the tip of the iceberg, there’s more going on inside, it’s calm and quiet, like I’ve figured it all out at last and have lost all reason to be nervous.

I think I once read a story about American Indian boys going out into the wilderness in their early teens, as a coming of age ceremony… and staying until they found out who they were, and then returning home with a new name.

My Dear friend Michelle would know if this is right, As the blood runs through her veins.

For such a long time I have toyed with the idea of changing My name, But I couldn’t, It felt like a disservice to my Parents, who You probably know, I love dearly, despite Death taking them from Me.

But then, This is about Me and My life, and where I find myself at this time.
And I think of the remaining years that I have to stand up and say “Yes, this is Me” and be proud of myself.

I almost lost the chance, as you know.

Up until last year I still had a Sister, who knew my Name, and Knew who gave it to me and why. She could recite the two names in the middle in Her sleep, She knew my last name, and what that meant.

But She was taken from Me by Cancer.

I don’t have much contact with family anymore, there are embers in the fireplace, but that’s about all, there’s only one who knows a smattering of my Roots and that’s My Niece.

What is left of the old Me, How many, apart from corporations requesting money for unpaid bills, know Me by that name?

Some years ago, I began calling myself Wolfie, and it worked, it was
accepted. It was only a nickname, but now it’s become a lot more than that.

Was my real name Wolfie all along?

I never spent one day in Tibet, but Ladies and Gents, I think I’ve found myself.

Now that other factor, Google Plus and their silly names policy.

People have been talking about the use of “Nyms” (the Pseudo kind), and there’s this twitch inside when I apply it to “Wolfie Rankin”, because it’s gone beyond that point.

When some say that “nyms” are nothing but worthless trolls and hoons, who make life difficult for “normal” people who have lives and jobs, and therefore are superior to anyone they wish stick the toes of their nice Italian shoes into, and they apply that
stereotype to me, then how do I feel?

I often think a twitter businessman in a clean suit and tie, is every bit as bad as that pretend sexy lady bot who pops up at times and tries to trick me into viewing a URL.

I don’t care what Google thinks, or the people who use it, But perhaps it’s the last straw.

I know I’m not a troll and you know it too… I’m Wolfie!

I want to be Myself, not what anyone else thinks I should be, and I think that time has finally come.

The boat is going further and further out into the lake.
On the seat beside me a red rose unfurls and I smell its sweet perfume.

I leave the person I was on the bank, and become myself, the one I was meant to be.
Like the Wolf inside, this is a time of Transformation, Change, and Rebirth.

Finally at long last, it’s OK to simply be Myself.

This is Me, I am Wolfie Rankin.