I think my heart missed a beat earlier today, honest to God, as I entered my old labour of love project, iNorden, which is currently undergoing substantial alterations, at least in the visual department. The changes are long overdue, although I must admit to a certain doubt as to where it is headed. As I no longer have a hand in it, I’ll just have to accept my part as passive bystander, which quite honestly hurts just a little, as I muffle a desperate “That’s my baby you’re tampering with, morons”. And then I realise we’re all going to have to let go, sooner or later.
I think I can see where Øyvind (the only remaining founder – out of four) is going with this. There are traces of Twitter in there, methinks, and the occasional social media solution – a visual impression I think could profit on a typographic facelift, too (which is all good and proper, as, after all, we’re talking typefaces), in order to enhance the Web 2.0, if not 3.0 experience.
Much as I’d love to contribute my share, I know I’m not very good at limiting my involvement. If I’m in, I’m really in, if you know what I mean, and it just won’t do when you’re already up to your neck in work. Of course, one might argue that I keep a blog of my own, but the effort doesn’t even begin to resemble the kind of work needed in order to maintain a site iNorden’s size and calibre.
Think I’ll just watch from the sideline, anxiously biting my nails (however metaphoric), sending Øyvind et al my very best wishes in their endeavours.
P.S. How very presumptuous of me to expect widespread understanding of the CiTJ abbreviation. Therefore, and without further ado: Citizen Journalism.
P.P.S. Speaking of hearts missing beats; How about Propaganda’s 1985 hit, Dr. Mabuse? Warum schmerzt es wenn mein Herz den Schlag verpasst?
Never look back sounds like good advice now, I think, pertaining to my iN past.
