yetiinabox, 2 months ago

@inquiline

Ooooh, good article. Thank you. I second the observation that you have used #autoethnography well, both as a method in itself and as a way to resolve the research ethics question.

What surprises me is the implied norm of a social communication network that is coherent with perfect history, and is thus because it has a single technological/ownership platform. That's newish. Do we need a different term for the monolithic communication space?

I do wonder if there are comparable studies from that last great decentralised network, Usenet, which had many of the same issues ( @hrheingold ?) There were certainly similar episodes where the growing, reweaving tree structure of Usenet feeds meant that incomplete context/history led to social events (outrage, trolls, shaming, collective calming, failed or successful moderation, etiquette rules ("Emily Postnews") and so on). Other early networks (Fido) had the same property. Certainly administering a Usenet feeder site entailed talking to other sysadmins and shutting down flame wars sometimes.

JulietJFall, 1 year ago

Today, in sub-zero temperatures, we walked from border stone 16 to 43, starting from Bossy, looping back to our starting point. We were close to here a few weeks ago, in much warmer weather. But despite the freezing ‘bise noire’ north wind ringing in our ears, we were pleased that frozen ground helped us walk across stretches that would have been too muddy only a few days ago. #borderWalk #geography #autoethnography #walkingMethodology #borders #politicalGeography

A freshly-restored border stone with a red painted number 22 on one side lies by a snow-covered field on the left. On the right, bramble branches hint at a forest. The Petit Salève mountain is visible in the distance, under a cloud-filled sky.
A red and white barrier stretches across a path in an agricultural winter landscape, with an old French sign reading “Service Fiscal, passage interdit”. To the left, a large border stone is barely visible. A jogger is visible in the distance, heading towards the horizon of vineyards and fields.
The author walks along the edge of a field. We can see her back, wearing a yellow rucksack. She looks warmly wrapped up. Snow covers the ground, but isn’t too thick to make it obvious that she is walking between two fields. In the far distance, at the edge of the field, there are two border stones close together.