Linkwheels, Growing Lists, Good Metrics, and the UX of Videogames – The Monday July 4th Roundup
Isn’t it some kind of holiday today? Happy Independence Day to our friends down south.
So Google+ was released last week and the internet was ablaze with information about it. Ironic, since there isn’t really that much to say about it… Perhaps more interesting (or just as interesting) was the fact that the ICANN decision on TLDs includes allowing any company to register their TLD. Of course, it will cost $180,000 just to apply. Not to mention some of the search engine issues with corporate TLD’s and relevance to users.
Anyways, this week we have Forrester’s views on Google+, problems with linkwheels, good metrics, and what we can learn about UX from videogames.
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Apparently Forrester agrees with me about Google+… kinda. They actually think that it will be big with small groups, despite the lack of group management features that I complained about beforehand. I still think that until it gets a better group functionality (circles aren’t groups, they’re a method of contact sorting) and more event/group management features.
Another top ten list? What’s happening to me? This time it’s Brontoblog on 10 tactics to grow your email list. I have to question their recommendation of using pop-ups though. Ugh.
Today I came across Pro People’s massive roundup of user experience resources. Not much to say about this except that it’s huge and has way more content than I have been able to go through yet.
Kent Clark
Some have compared him to the Dalai Lama, others to Kublai Kahn. When he isn't teaching third world children how to purify water with nothing more than a plastic bottle and a garden hose, he is creating mad waves for surfers off the west coast with little more than a paddle. Some say there is a boat involved, others that he walks on water.
Little is known about his background. he appeared from nowhere 15 years ago and claims heritage from a land with neither want not need. He makes little comment, stating only that it was a pretty cool place.
Fire does not burn him, cold does not hurt him. Words could... but they don't. When he passes, pedals fall off branches. When he speaks, hair tugs at skin, pulling just slightly in his direction.
He does not sleep but he does dream. He has muscled his way into the lives of the famous and whispered his way into their hearts. And in the wee hours he plays oboe softly, as if to sooth the night to sleep.