Jim Moore’s blog: Innovation, Strategy, Public Policy

You are participating in the biggest, baddest realtime wiki on earth.  Here now!

Consider the concentric circles of partipation:

{wiki idea}wikipedia idea}wikipedia community}wikipedia inspiration} new forms of wiki-based communities such as wikimentary and wikihow}wikimania event}wikifolk plus lots of bloggers and others including mass circulation web, tv, print as indexed Google news}thousands of readers of blogs, plus millions of viewers of mainstream media, plus hundreds of thousands newly turned onto all of the above…and then you have folks like Ethan Zuckerman focused on bringing the revolution to the entire world population…

All this equals a massively extended global network of participation in the production of information, insight, perspective, and inspiration…

now add the more or less realtime summarization and indexing of this, by way of individuals like librarians Merideth and MediaLibrarian, and machines like Technorati with search/wikimania, and you have perhaps the world’s largest peer production system..in realtime, today..Oh yea, and you have to appreciate the delicious (pun intended) recursive irony in wiki pioneer Ross Mayfield reporting that as CNN interviewed and trashed Jimmy Wales, Wikipedia traffic blew by CNN.com’s. As documented by Alexa!

John Palfrey and I were talking last night about Wikimania, and how it has vastly exceeded expectations in terms of participation, and how by attracting a melange of people with access to their own media–bloggers, etc..is reaching out to the world in an amazing way…

I said, “John, Wikimania has become its own vast, short-term explosively active multi-million participant Wiki!”

Read this terrific political essay written by another James Moore.  Older and perhaps wiser.

Excerpt:

I met Cindy Sheehan this time last year when she was trying to decide what to do about the loss of her son. We were strangers when we spoke on the phone but she was as honest as she was angry. Before a news conference at the National Press Club, she stood in an anteroom holding a large color poster of her smiling boy and she ran her fingertips over his mouth as though he were alive and could feel this affection. In that moment, I hated my president. And I hate having to hate anyone or anything.

A group of us went to dinner that night across the river in Arlington and Cindy asked me about all the years I had spent being a reporter and all of the sadness and loss I had encountered. She wanted to know what it was like years later for the mothers and fathers and siblings of soldiers I had written about and how they had adjusted or if they ever did. I had to tell her and her daughter sitting across from me that I never met anyone who had reached a point of total acceptance. The most vivid memory I had was of an 82-year-old Texas man whose oldest brother was one of nine boys from the tiny farming village of Praha who left for World War II. All nine of them died in different theaters of battle in the final year. But this 82 year old man said he was still expecting his big brother, who had died over sixty years ago, to come walking in the door looking like he had the day he left.

There are things worth fighting for. And there are even some worth dying for. But Iraq is not one of them. And none of us asked enough questions when it came time to send the Casey Sheehan’s of the country into the desert hell of Iraq. More of us ought to be asking the questions now because it is just as important now as it was the day the war was launched. But we at least have Cindy Sheehan to do our asking. There are mothers’ sons out there who will live full lives because the pressure being created by Cindy Sheehan will accelerate the end of this absurd American involvement in Iraq.

In every standoff there comes a time when the tide will turn in one direction. In our culture, these moments are palpable because a complicated question has been rendered into a simple confrontation between the just and the unjust, the big guy and the little guy, the powerful and the weak. And we all know who Americans choose in those kinds of fights. Cindy Sheehan, with her soft voice and steely determination, has given us a simple choice. We can stand with a mother who doesn’t want other mothers to suffer the way she is suffering; or we can side with a president who offers us platitudes instead of exit strategies and unfounded optimism instead of honest logic. I’m on Cindy’s side.