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             We're still here, damn it! 
              by Ellen Kampinsky 
               
              Thoughts about The Webby Awards ceremony, 
              San Francisco, CA.  
              July, 2001 
            If you live in San Francisco and commute to the heart of Silicon 
              Valley, your drive is now 20 minutes shorter than it used to be. 
              That's the upside of the dot-com downturn, a spit-in-your-face survival 
              spirit celebrated by the Webby Awards July 18.  
            Their goofy geekiness and their San Francisco specificity (including 
              a kick-line finale featuring a singer whose 10-foot-hight hat portrayed 
              the city skyline) make the Webbys endearing. The brilliance of limiting 
              acceptance speeches to five words turns every award into koan, a 
              haiku in Stuffit.  
            The dress code was "gutsy" and plenty of people complied. 
              Favorite accessories were angel wings, ass-baring pants and wigs 
              of fuchsia or bright red. (Presenter Sam Donaldson's was a sober 
              gray.) A friend nominated in the commerce category waited her turn 
              to be interviewed by local TV; she had to get in line behind a couple 
              dressed as cows. A very pregnant presenter strolled onstage wearing 
              a skin-tight outfit that bared her bulging, gleaming midriff; if 
              the baby had kicked, you could have seen it from the tenth row. 
             
            The zeitgeist site of the evening was fuckedcompany.com; 
              besides its symbolic value, its very sound seemed to excite the 
              show's delicious host, Alan Cumming. When it got nominated for its 
              second award, he cooed "Oooh, I get to say it again." 
             
            The best thing about the Webbys is they make you want to make a 
              difference. Even though "change the world" was used as 
              a punch line, one in the evening's satire of soooo 2000 terms (as 
              well as jokes about marketing- people-turned-yoga-instructors), 
              it was a recurring theme.  
            The Webbys honor sites like Volunteer 
              Match and internet pioneers like David Engelbart who have devoted 
              their lives to improving human communication, and they recognize 
              the outsiders, the people who put up weird sites like Peter 
              Pan's Home Page, in which a guy with a Neverneverland obsession 
              posts photos of himself in his wardrobe of green tights and peaked 
              hats.  
            As Virtual Community author Howard Rheingold said in his 5-word 
              presentation, "Before money, after money: community." 
              But lest anyone doubt that a viable business plan is still the web's 
              Holy Grail, consider the acceptance speech of The Onion's honoree: 
              "To advertise, call Phil Meyer." 
            Ellen 
              Kampinsky is a former senior editor for Talk 
              magazine. 
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