Editing Wikipedia

   “Free knowledge” in the Internet has gotten my proverbial goat as a passing “researcher” on the matter of virtual environments.  My goat, baa-ing (or is it meeh-ing) across the field of topics I want to deal with in the future, is begging for a push.  Or a slaughter, depending on my mood.

   For example, the UP Baguio Wikipedia entry lists my friends and acquaintances Sloan, Joma, Jahzeel, Wilzen and Det as “notable UP Baguio people.”  I would give props to Det, who won the 2006 Palanca Award for Children’s Fiction for a story that centers around lesbians (don’t get anything in your head).  Jahzeel is indeed the (some say disputed) first summa cum laude of UP Baguio.  I would say that Sloan is a very intelligent young man, that Joma is one tall dude, and Wilzen is a conflicted (not closet) gay person.

   (I dare to ask: where the hell am I?)

   Another example: in Weird Al Yankovic’s “White and Nerdy” video, he edited the Atlantic Records page and wrote “YOU SUCK!”  And then there’s Conservapedia: where the “liberal bias” of Wikipedia is ditched in favor of a pro-American, conservative Republican stance.

   This brings to mind the paradox of (online) freedom: while the best things in life are free, you know what they say about free stuff.  I’ve written earlier about how I forsee myself in Wikipedia, and it just goes to show how easy it is not only to access information, but also to create it.  With someone like Joey de Leon invoking YouTube videos to be the absolute truth, it’s easy to see that there is a good argument for “digital anarchy,” as opposed to “digital democracy.”

   While Wikipedia was supposed to mean the death of the door-to-door encyclopedia salesman, it seems to me that it isn’t: basically, Wikipedia is Childcraft that comes for free.  There’s something postmodern about Wikipedia, in that “whose knowledge” is no longer a prime question, as opposed to, “Is it even knowledge?”  By what terms do we define “knowledge?”  And so, a series of questions emerge.

   I use Wikipedia, but I take everything in it with more than the usual grain of salt.  Stephen Colbert calls it “Wikiality:” truth by consensus.  Which brings to mind a series of more questions: whose consensus, whose truth…

   Dammit, I’m going to make a paper on this.

Manual Data Mining

   I’m a bit flabbergasted that danah boyd, who is a foremost expert on social media analysis, added my thesis to her list of known researches on online social networking.

   One of the more poignant things about my thesis is that I analyzed 417 Friendster Profiles manually, in the span of five months.  I still have bad memories about sitting down in front of my computer poring over the Profiles (and their screen-captures) for 12 straight hours for a full week, just getting color categorization right.  Needless to say, most experts on the matter of Internet research would stop short of calling this “stupid.”

   I haven’t heard of technologies and tools dedicated to Internet research before, like “data mining” and “sentiment analysis.”  From what I’ve read on the matter, tools ranging from simple scripts to full-blown programs have taken the place of the manual method I used in my work.  Personally, I feel a bit bad.  Pissed, even.  Had I known of these tools beforehand, my thesis shouldn’t have been a pain in the ass to commit into writing.  But with these new tools at the disposal of new researchers, I expect the floodgates to be opened for students at my school to do more social research on the Internet.

   I’m still stuck in the “dark ages” of Internet research.  I’m not a computer scientist: I am not very well-versed in programming languages, and I would probably end up with better results doing manual data mining.

   The disadvantages of manual data mining come to the fore, in that a (scientifically) less-objective methodology surfaces as a primary criticism.  There is no way, as far as I’m concerned, to do a strict and committed random sampling method in an online social network if you’re going to do it manually.  I relied on a particular Friendster group, so questions may be laid on (a pretentious sort of) objectivity.

   But even then, large groups come with large samples.  With large samples come hard work, and hard work demands extreme commitment.  Dedicated programs cancel out hard work and extreme commitment, leaving you with interpreting the returned data (in terms of correlations, variances, and so on).

   There is also no escaping errors.  Manual data-collation, especially with large samples, would lead to errors.  While they were minor ones in the case of my thesis (rounding errors), I still can’t sleep at night knowing that the integrity of my thesis can be compromised by a single miscalculated element.

   But then again, you can’t do much with numbers alone, no matter how good you are in statistics.  In general, I’m a skeptic when it comes to statistics: correlations, for example, don’t show actual relationships between arrays of instances.  It is still important for any researcher in social network analysis to go through the tedious process of reading the site itself, because each element is unique.  Establishing personality information, to me, is the first step in establishing the network for purposes of analysis: the whole is the sum of its parts.

   In general, however, I am impressed with the possibilities brought about by computer-aided data mining, in terms of researches on social media.  Dammit, I should have had a tool.

Strippers

   I was watching some sleazy softcore flick at Pinoy Box Office last night (I think it starred Roi Vinzon, who lost his bid for the Baguio City Council last election) where a stripper came on and danced to the tune of “Lady in Red/The Way You Look Tonight.”  It wasn’t particularly erotic: it reminded me of Wendy Valdez in “Margarita.”  And shedding your clothes (OK, taking off your bra from under your negligeé) to the tune of bad karaoke music doesn’t help, either.

   It’s not like I’m a morally-upright person: I’ve been to more than a few strip clubs before (because they serve cheap beer, and not because I’m a sex addict).  Not that I can say anything about floor shows that involve lathering up the dancer with a bar of Mr. Clean.  I can tell you about floors sticky with spilled beer, the unappealing aroma of Hope and smoke machines, and the unmistakable smell of sweat and semen.

   One thing I’ve observed is that the Filipino stripping catwalk has transformed from being something confined to bra-and-panties routines to accommodate fetish.  This involves everything from leather-and-lace to lingerie to traditional costumes.  Japan is particularly known for enjo-kōsai, subsidized dating that involves Japanese schoolgirls.  This has been adapted to in local erotic tableaus, with entertainers dressed in sexed-up versions of parochial schoolgirl uniforms.  Akin to what you would see in animé.

   Music also adds to the tableau, but it’s something generally confined to slow music from the days of the jukebox.  It’s not unusual to see strip show routines that involve Tom Jones hits, from something as obvious as “Kiss” to something as dubious as “Green Green Grass of Home.”  But that has given way to Lito Camo dance music, trance, and lately, Sean Kingston (damn “Beautiful Girls”).

   Oh, you should check out Pablo Francisco.

Food Trough

   Lisa of I-Baguio wrote today about the bum rap Baguio restaurants are getting because of bad service.  Lisa writes:

Personally, I may forgive lousy food but never, ever, bad service. Slow service, maybe, if they’re full, or if understaffed (that sometimes happens). But lousy service? There’s just no excuse for that.

   Because the general idea of being served is enough to trigger my paranoia, I stay well away from restaurants and go to hole-in-the-wall self-service places where taxi drivers eat.  In these eateries, service is almost instantaneous: the owners don’t fool you with ambience and gratuitous descriptions of food that take your mind away from prices.  You basically take a peek at the pots, look at the most appealing slop available, take it, pay, eat, and go.  It doesn’t hold the pretense of a school canteen, but it does remind you of prisons and of feeding troughs in piggeries.

   I wouldn’t recommend my short list of eateries to moneyed tourists, however.  The least I want is to lead some unsuspecting tourist to an emergency room convulsing with cholera or something.  Besides, these aren’t places that serve half-dish and half-garnish: no lemon wedges, no parsley, no sprinkles of cilantro.  No sandwiches, no cordon bleu: all meals are served with rice that taste like the sack they came in.

   Of course, Lisa’s palate is more sophisticated and recommends restaurants that enhance the Baguio experience.  Check out her site at GoBaguio for the finest Baguio has to offer.  But if you happen to be around and would like to “pig out,” come by and, after a release agreement and an appointment with your gastroenterologist, I can show you places to eat dog meat and dried beef sides infested with maggots.

Manny Pacquiao: The Next John Lloyd Cruz?

   In Portrait of Delusional Celebrities (22 December 2007), I wrote about MyHeritage and how people who use face-recognition technology in the Internet – and take it seriously – are “deluded.”  But “delusion” is not something confined to ordinary people: even celebrities suffer from their own intervals in lucidity.

   I was watching “Entertainment Live” this afternoon: and no, I don’t have a metering box installed on my TV and nobody paid me to watch it.  It’s an interesting week for Filipino showbiz: GMA-7 filing a civil case against ABS-CBN, Jennylyn Mercado pregnant with Patrick Garcia’s baby, and Jon Avila’s forced eviction from the Big Brother House.  These are all rather “important” happenings in showbiz this week: important things that have an extremely significant impact on life on Earth.

   But none more important than this: is Manny Pacquiao the next (gasp) John Lloyd Cruz?

   I’m sure that “Anak ng Kumander,” Manny’s first feature film, is a critical showcase of Manny’s (cough) acting talents.  Now that we hear less and less of Ronnie Ricketts or Monsour del Rosario, we have lost our local equivalents to Chuck Norris and Jean-Claude Van Damme.  It’s not like Manny has become the local equivalent of Sylvester Stallone, much less Dolph Lundgren.  Manny’s acting talent, based solely on a trailer for “Anak ng Kumander,” is reminiscent of the local boxers beat up by Vic Sotto in “Rocky Plus 5:” the only difference being that Manny is a world-class boxer.

   But when I saw those photo shoots of Manny with Ara, I felt the urge to vomit.  Needless to say, I lost all respect for Pacman.  Sure, you can pass off Ara as a fattened-up version of Bea Alonzo, but there is no way in hell you can pass off Manny as John Lloyd Cruz.

   I’m sure that Manny feels a bit of embarrasment – if not outright shame – in being compared to John Lloyd (what’s with the “Lloydie” moniker, I do not know).  Playing on Manny’s popularity (or notoriety) is one thing, but do we really need a comparison between two completely different elements?

   OK, one thing they both have in common is they aren’t good singers.