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Coming soon…

The ultimate in social networking with a rich, interactive, user-friendly interface. Across the matrix of Web 2.0 applications, smooth WYSIWYG editing, RSS aggregation and mashups have made content production synergies compelling and virtually inescapable. But social-side results are often erratic, with reciprocity a haphazard by-product of open source collaboration and blog commenting. No more. With Circl Jerkrâ„¢, a unique retooling of front-end software registers and rewards near-simultaneity of output from multiple users with semantically valid peer-produced feedback elaboration. Circl Jerkrâ„¢ enables the configuration of a decentralized emergent workflow environment that’s sure to have a seminal impact on all social networks and community-building applications. The alpha version is currently undergoing testing by a few, hand-picked users, but we expect an imminent release.

Thanks to the Web2.0 Logo Generator mirror site

This entry was posted Monday, August 21st, 2006 at 8:54 am and is filed under Blogs and Blogging, Humor, Satire and Farce.  Print

5 Responses to “Coming soon…”

1. roger says:

   August 21, 2006 at 11:56 am

   am i automatically enrolled? whoopee! love the verbiage.

   Reply
2. SB says:

   August 21, 2006 at 7:03 pm

   “The ultimate in social networking with a rich, interactive, user-friendly interface…”

   Ha! I read: “The ultimate in social networking with a RIGID, interactive, user-friendly interface…”

   Reply
3. Bill says:

   August 22, 2006 at 10:20 am

   Heard a snippet of Diane Rheem interviewing a N.Y. Times reporter who said the number of children with web cams is scarcely more than the number of children who have been naked before them.

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4. quiet regular reader says:

   August 22, 2006 at 5:14 pm

   oy!

   Reply
5. Mike says:

   August 29, 2006 at 9:29 am

   You’ve really harnessed the zeitgeist. Brilliant!

   Reply

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