all meta, all the time.
Tom Coates posts a nice response to Jason Kottkeās shazizzle about metadata, with a meditation on the sheer quantity of āmetadataā thatās wrapped up in a simple piece of (snail mail) postā¦
Over and above the obvious data, there are textures, sensations, handwritings, stamps and fragments of information that all have a bearing on how we read the almost trivially information-sparse chunk of scrawl thatās actually supposed to be āthe message in itselfā. A single romantic letter dribbles metadata out of every flat, folded, ink-inscribed surface, and we assimilate it and operate with without the slightest concern for the amount of contextual information that weāre being forced to ingest.
Coates goes on to lament that the problem isnāt too much metadata, but rather a paucity of tools to help us manage itā¦
Weāre stuck in a middle-period between the emergence of useful computer processing power and the computerās upcoming ability to self-annotate, transcribe and create metadata simply, elegantly (and in vast amount) in the background all the time.
While weāre definitely lacking decent user interfaces for creating metadata (where the perfect UI, as Coates points out, would be hardly any at all), the thing that struck me about Jasonās post was the sheer lunacy of the information design of those metadata overfizzled screencaps. The struggle to organize oneās work doesnāt need to de-emphasize the work itself; instead, it becomes a presentation issue ā how to create user experiences that focus the reader on the content at hand while presenting appropriate options for metadata usage in the appropriate context. Skimming, reading, responding, connecting. This is easier said than done, of course.
Itās not necessarily that weāre writing love letters in Excel. Itās that sometimes weāre stuck reading them in Access.