Statistics and Ethnography of YouTube
Have you discovered Mediated Cultures (Digital Ethnography by Kansas State University)? Professor Michael Wesch spoke at the Library of Congress, and posted his video of the presentation here. I haven’t been through the whole thing because I didn’t see Nalts in the index. Hah. It’s funny because it’s true. But I did see that Bnessel does appear.
I ran into the blog while trying to research some recent stats about YouTube. While on the crapper this morning, I read in Streaming Media that YouTube streamed 3.8 billion videos and was trying to compute the “market share” my ~1.6 monthly million views. The math confused me and my calculator, so I decided instead to take solace that I represent more than 1% of what Hulu got that month.
Welsch also writes about something called Aethetic Arrest, which is a tricky concept that I won’t even try to summarize. But you know I arrest you with my aesthetics, don’t you? Especially when I find out my daughter just got ear rings yesterday without my having a say in it (video below).
I really like it when people use literary or philosophical terms to describe YouTube videos. It’s such a weird mix. I had someone approach me after my presentation at a Yahoo conference in Toronto and characterize my videos, and now I can’t even remember the words she used (something about bringing absurdity to the benine, but benine isn’t even a word… Maryland, what did she mean?). It reminded me of when we used to study literature in school and I was pretty convinced we were thinking way deeper about the work than the author ever did.
Then she explained to me that the art and the analysis of the art are two different things. And that made sense to me at the time. Except for the fact that she referred to my crap as art. Sorry I’m still in shock about the ear rings.
benign, you idiot
this katie video was a very poetic response to Wesch’s lecture.
We are all thieves.
Jolietharianism presupposes universal self delusion, therefore rendering the concept of aesthetic arrest a mere intoxicating illusion. We cannot “know” a being through dialectical discourse (a phrase more accurately labeled ‘diabolical’ discourse) because of the interplay between illusion and self delusion. In layman’s terms, we cannot know someone’s being by what they say, even if they say it all day. No, the empirical imperative of knowing requires us to observe ACTION, not SPEECH. Jesus says it thusly: “By their ACTIONS ye shall know them.”
Cute kid, Kevin. My granddaughter is 4 years older than your daughter? Christ, I’m gettin’ old.
WOW!!! Nalts get’s streaming media in the crapper … why didn’t I think of running Cat5 to mine??? Then in 2 years I can make a video of me stuck to my toilet 😛
i’ll come back and read the post when I can actually keep my eyes open.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Read the blog???? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I crack myself up.
A phone is her room! Oh gosh, you’ll never see her anymore. She should dress up as Gene Simmons this year for Halloween. :o)
I read the blog. That woman was so coming on to you. Might have been more effective if she had shown you her boobs.
Oh yeah, i forgot to say this. I just had the most disturbing dream about you, paris hilton and Screech. I think I’ve lost my mind. Has anyone seen it?
Diana sent me a video today with a naked chick farting on a cake. Classy.
Kevin, I was about to correct your spelling, but you beat me to it. Mostly because I have been away from my computer for hours; actually doing some chores around the house.
BTW, I didn’t get pierced ears until I went to college because my mother wouldn’t let me. I never had a phone in my room until I was in college either. Almost ten years older than Katie is now. Just to make you feel even worse.
Sukatra: Glad to have you back!!! We missed you (well, at least I did). 🙂
Please don’t tell us you were in the crapper. The image destroys your thread of thought.
mdj that reminds me – trust no one.
marilyn I’ll admit it, I did too, damn twinkies!
I lied. Jesus said, “By their FRUITS ye shall know them.” San Francisco joke anyone?