ifindkarma. elegance is refusal.

August 10, 2009

Why is searching Twitter so hard?

Filed under: facebook!, twitter! — Tags: — ifindkarma @ 4:20 pm

Chris asked me,

Didn’t you tweet something about social networks and lobster traps not that long ago? (analogy or post, etc)

To which I replied,

Isn’t it crazy how hard it is to find a tweet from last month? If you google or bing “ifindkarma lobster trap” you’ll find a RT.

Which begs the question, why is searching Twitter so hard for finding the original tweet? All the search engines find ReTweets from other people.

Why can I not search Twitter and find the tweet?

Why can I not search Google and find the tweet?

Bing or Facebook (which itself is powered by Bing)? I don’t think so.

The original tweet was on July 3rd:

“Facebook is basically designed like a lobster trap with your friends as bait.” http://bit.ly/oR2o2

And apparently over time it will be come increasingly hard to find until eventually it disappears, because eventually all tweets disappear:

3200 tweets ought to be enough for anyone. #famouslastwords http://bit.ly/3B5ntp

I don’t like that Twitter search maxes out at a week.

I don’t like that the length of time tweets stay in Twitter search keeps getting shorter.

I don’t like that Twitter search is only concerned with what happened recently, and not what’s most relevant, or most comprehensive, or what best uses my social graph.

So even though I’m predicting that Twitter will be the world’s second biggest search engine within five years, they have a long way to go to be a comprehensive, relevant, social-graph-based search engine.


“Someone will probably come around with a microblogging service that syndicates better & searches better than Twitter.” http://bit.ly/8AXYd

Wal-Mart of the Internet or World’s Second Biggest Search Engine? Maybe both. Time will tell.

In the meantime, I’d better backup my tweets

April 25, 2007

All that matters is working with people you like.

Filed under: believe!, google!, life, the universe, and everything!, love!, twitter!, words! — ifindkarma @ 4:20 am

The older I get, the more I think all that matters is working with people you like.

            Marc Hedlund paraphrasing Eric Schmidt

April 15, 2007

Cat bloggers and dog bloggers! If only they could Twitter…

Filed under: doggies!, kitties!, mousies!, twitter! — ifindkarma @ 4:20 am

Thanks, hoje. And here’s the text version of this joke…
From a Dog’s Daily Diary:
8:00 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 a.m. Oh, boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 a.m. Oh, boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon Oh, boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 p.m. Oh, boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 p.m. Oh, boy! To the park! My favorite!
5:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favorite!
6:00 p.m. Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 a.m. Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favorite!
8:30 p.m. Oh, boy! Sleeping in master’s bed! My favorite!

From a Cat’s Daily Diary:
Day 183 of My Captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair, must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time…

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