Opinion
The Longing
We don't even know what the Web is for,
but we know we must have it.
By
David Weinberger, Ph. D.
We know
what telephones are for: to call people. We know what television is
for: to watch programs. We know what highways are for: to drive
places. But we don't know what the Web is for.
So why has the Web been adopted faster than any technology since fire?
There are many ways to look at what's drawing us to the Web.
Access to information. Connection to other people. Entrance into communities.
The ability to broadcast ideas. None of these are wrong perspectives.
But they all come back to the promise of voice.
There's no page like home
At the first Internet World, the vendors were
falling over one another offering software and services that would let
you "create your own home page in five minutes." Microsoft,
IBM, and a hundred smaller shops were all hawking the same goods. You
could sit in a booth and create your own home page faster than you can
get your portrait sketched on a San Francisco sidewalk.
While the create-a-home-page problem proved too easy to solve to support
a software industry, there was something canny about the commercial
focus on the creation of home pages. Since you could just as adequately
view the Web as a huge reference library, why did home pages
seize our imaginations? Because a home page is a place in which we can
express who we are and let the world in. Meager though it may be, a
home page is a way of having a voice.
The Web's promise of a voice has now gone far beyond that of home
pages. The Web is viral. It infects everything it touches — and,
because it is an airborne virus, it infects some things it doesn't touch.
(This is another manifestation of the great longing we have for the
Web.) And the Web has become the new corporate infrastructure, in the
form of intranets, turning massive corporate hierarchical systems into
collections of many small pieces loosely joined.
To understand how the Web gives voice, we have to be clear that the
Web is not primarily a communications medium or information resource.
It is, above all else, a place.
All of our language and our experience bear this out. We visit sites,
we browse, we go to a page, we build home pages. Even as we're cursing
the slowness of the connection, we feel like we're being delayed
in going to some site far removed from us.
So the voice that the Web gives us is not the ability to post pictures
of our cat and our guesses at how the next episode of The X Files will
end. It is the granting of a place in which we can be who we are (and
even who we aren't if that's the voice we've chosen).
And it is a public place. That is crucial. Having a voice doesn't
mean being able to sing in the shower. It means presenting oneself to
others. The Web provides a place like we've never seen before.
Vox populi
The Web and everything the Web infects favor
voices. In an economy of attention, what's different wins. When you
have 100 emails to read every day, the ones you turn to first are and
the ones you remember are the ones that have a distinctive point
of view and a distinctive manner of expression.
We may still have to behave properly in committee meetings, but increasingly
the real work of the corporation is getting done by quirky individuals
who meet on the Web, net the two-hour committee meeting down to two
lines (one of which is obscene and the other of which is wickedly funny),
and then — in a language and rhythm unique to them — move ahead faster
than the speed of management.
The memo is dead. Long live email. The corporate newsletter is dead.
Long live racks of 'zines from individuals who do not speak for
the corporation. Bland, safe relationships with customers are dead.
Long live customer support reps who are willing to get as pissed off
at their own company as the angry customer is.
We are so desperate to have our voices back that we are willing to
leap into the void. We embrace the Web not knowing what it is, but hoping
that it will burn the org chart — if not the organization — down
to the ground. Released from the gray flannel handcuffs, we say anything,
curse like sailors, rhyme like bad poets, flame against our own values,
just for the pure delight of having a voice.
And when the thrill of hearing ourselves speak again wears off, we
will begin to build a new world.
That is what the Web is for.
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