Stephen Dulaney applies Indicators of Social Capital to Web Logs.

1. Levels of giving (blog ecossystem) reflects people's propensity to give to others when they themselves may not directly benefit. The economy of giving links.
2. Participation and engagement (What we do when we blog Meg Hourihan) gauge of people's involvement in a range of groups and associations, both formal and informal. Ray Ozzie adds a nice contribution to "Why we Blog"
3. Reciprocity within the community (everybodyblogit) is the measure to which people can rely on their community to help in times of need. How to Start a Weblog (For Professinal Journalists)
4. Generalized trust that people have in other individuals and groups, and how safe they feel in their daily interactions with others.
5. Trust towards public officials and institutions or the measure of people's confidence in the institutions of society.
6. Social Norms (Lessig) the rules, belief, morals and habits that regulate behaviour.
7. Attitudinal variables (blogtree) important to social capital or individuals' belief about themselves, their place, and their tolerance of others, levels of acceptance, motivations and sense of connectedness.
8. Confidence in the continuation of social and political relationships for the future.

This list is from the work titled Framework for the measurment of Social Capital in New Zealand which was prepared by Anne Spellerberg and assisted by the social capital programme team. page 16 of the (link to pdf found here)

Do these apply to an Intranet klogging cluster?

I'm sure they do, with a few differences.

1. More klogger than blogger. Kloggers are also members of the large, amorphous population of blogspace. As people are socialized first into a local klogspace, this outside affiliation may be lessened.
    
2. Colleagues first. Second, you define your focus of attention by your work more than your passions and curiousity. Your formal affilliations (your chain of command, your team, your stakeholders) and informal ones (your office network, ad hoc teams) fill your days, and your klogs.  
    
3. Work cultures. Social capital within an enterprise is strongly flavored by personality, policy, institutional memory (institutional rumor?), regional culture, and occupational culture.
    
4. Personal fences. Do you keep your social circles apart? Many people take care about mixing work, family, friends, politics, and faith. Do you want your bondage master, your bowling team, and your quality circle to know about each other through you? when people at work see your personal blogs, how does that affect your working relationships? This visibility biases what people write.  
    
5. Intellectual property. Work is more a Free Agent Nation than ever. Portability of knowledge and experience is a career asset. Most employers claim that everything employees write using company IT gear is the employer's property. This creates a conflict of interest.  

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Chick's mark may be his contributions to the sports lexicon, said jplay.

In a world full of sportscasters wishing to be louder and more punctuated than the next guy, Hearn simply wanted to be detailed and precise.

If you're a true sports fan, pause next time you hear the following phrases in a basketball game, and remember Hearn was the first to use those terms to describe the action on the floor.

• Slam dunk! Shouted when a player jumps high enough to force the ball through the basket rim.
   
• Sky hook. Used to describe when a player takes a one-handed shot with his side toward the basket rather than facing the rim. Former Lakers center Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's famous shot.
   
• Air ball and It didn't draw iron. Said when a player takes a shot and does not hit any part of the basket, including the backboard and iron rim.
   
• Too much mustard on the hot dog. Hearn said this to a player who, in trying to be too much of a "hot dog" or "show off," made an error.
   
• The mustard's off the hot dog. See above, but usually during a bigger impact play such as a fast break.
   
• Ticky-tacky foul. Said when a ref calls a foul for a minor rules violation, such a touching a player and calling a charge.

Kevin Werbach puts him in the Los Angeles context:

Goodbye, Chick.

Chick Hearn died last night.  I grew up in LA listening to Chick calling Lakers games.  Heck, he'd already done every game for a decade by the time I was born.  He was one of the all-time greats, not just for his durability but for the quality of his witty, intense, engaging, fast-paced game commentary. 

We Angelenos were privileged to have two such giants.  Over at Dodger Stadium, Vin Scully is still turning baseball into poetry after half a century at the mike.  The funny thing is, LA isn't a sports town.  Some five years ago, both football teams packed up and left... and no one seemed to mind much.  Sure, everyone roots for a winner.  And the Lakers have managed to turn themselves into an entertainment product, which LA can relate to.  But LA has never had the intense identification with a team you see in places like New York, Boston and Philadelphia. 

Furthermore, Hearn and Scully are legends for that most un-LA of virtues: longevity.  LA is a city without a history.  (The closest thing it has, appropriately enough, is the movie Chinatown.)  It's the first post-industrial metropolis.  How we wound up with two guys who epitomized everything LA transcends, I'll never know.  I'm just thankful for it. 

Goodbye, Chick.  This one's in the refrigerator.

Ken Layne on catching the game in transit:

Stuck in L.A. traffic, listening to Chick doing play-by-play for the Lakers ... that's a part of Los Angeles older than me. Chick was so good that during the playoffs -- when NBC broadcast the games with that network's awful commentators -- we always tried to get the AM radio working underneath the teevee. Chick turned the game into poetry.

Matt Pusateri, a Los Angeles native writing from Washington, D.C.: 

For me, as a Laker fan, Chick was more than all that. His voice always brought a smile to my face. It was a reassuring, familiar voice from my youth that stayed with me as an adult. He felt almost like family.

Chick was an icon of the team, but was never a one-sided homer. Since leaving L.A., I've realized just how good Chick was. After enduring the lame, one-sided, the-refs-are-always-robbing-us announcing of the Bulls and Wizards announcers, my appreciation for Chick grew. He loved the Lakers, but could be their toughest critic ("The Lakers are just STANDING AROUND!"... "The fans are booing, and I DON"T BLAME THEM!").

Thanks to DirecTV, I was able to watch KCAL Laker broadcasts over the past two years and hear his broadcasts all the way from Washington DC... At 85, he was still sharp, funny, and a savvy analyst, better than anyone else. Nothing was sweeter than hearing Chick predict a Laker win as the clock wound down with his trademark line: "This game is in the refrigerator, the light's out, the eggs are cooling, the butter's getting hard, and the jellooooooooooooo's jigglin."

I hated when NBC took over the games in the playoffs and I had to listen to Doug Collins or Bill Walton call Laker games. But during the regular season, though, it was usually Chick and Stu Lance, and I'd frequently nod off on my couch watching a late West Coast game. I'd often drift into sleep with some odd Chick-isms in my head ("Those guys were all over Kobe! He was the hot dog and they were the bun!")

The last thing I'd often hear before I fell asleep at night was Chick, still going strong, long after I'd crashed. There were times in the past year that I felt more alone than ever before, and at the risk of sounding corny, Chick Hearn, a man I've never met, helped me through it in some small way. He was a reassuring, friendly constant during a turbulent period. And that's how good Chick was: he brought warmth and humor to a game, gave you a sense of community with other Laker fans, and somehow seemed like an old friend.

emmanuelle richard is startled by Chick's working into his eighties.

If I told my Grandma back in France, who is only two years older than Chick, that this guy was still on the air in June, she would laugh, feed me more apple tart, and protest: "How come he hasn't retired, according to the law? He's too old to do things like that. Older folks need to leave room for young people, etc." In France, there's always this idea that jobs are scarce and that people over 60 need to retire quickly in order to pass their jobs to young, unemployed people. Then the newly employed youths can pay taxes for the army of retired 55 to 65 year-old baby boomers.

I actually like the fact that French seniors can retire and have fun without having to work as waitresses or Walmart maintenance guys like in the U.S., to make ends meet in order to pay for obscenely high prescription bills. But they should have a choice. I met this dynamic septuagenarian from Seattle, Irv Thomas, who travelled to Europe while in his 60s and had a bad surprise when he realized that he couldn't find a job to maintain his backpacker lifestyle for a few months: fast-food, waiting tables, barman, dishwasher, you name it. He said everybody in England and in France told him it was against the law to hire him. Now, he maintains his web sites and takes classes at the university and writes books. He's wonderful.

In France, I can't think of any still-active 80+ year-old media personality passing away in the middle of his work week, like anchor Jerry Dunphy two months ago, at 80. Look at 60 minutes: the youngest reporter is 56. The oldest, 84. Barbara Walters and Regis Philbin must have together more than 40 years of AARP eligibiliy: unthinkable in France. There, personalities retire, are let go, and die out of the limelight, like elephants. And invariably, when they pass away, the first thing people say is: "Wasn't he/she dead already?" It's heart-warming to see the youth-neurotic American society begging beloved personalities like Chick to hang on until the end.

Peter Merholz welled up reading the obits and remembering growing up listening to Chick.

As a boy growing up in Los Angeles in the 70s and 80s, you had to love the Lakers. I'd watch every game I could, Kareem at center, Magic top of the key, Jamal Wilkes nailing jump shots from the base line, Michael Cooper stuffing the now-cliched alley-oop. "Showtime," as their dazzling game play was named, was a delightful thing to behold, or, if you found yourself stuck in a car going from one place to another (common in L.A.), listen to on the radio.

"The Lakers march down the court, going left to right across your radio dial." It's hardly original to say, but no commentator was able to bring a game alive with words the way Chick Hearn did. His play-by-play could achieve the cadence and rhythm of beat poetry, punctuated with phrases like "dribble drive", "Coop-a-loop," "In-and-out, heart-brrrrrreak!", and "yo-yoing up and down now."

Though employed by the Lakers, Chick never behaved like the sycophantic broadcaster that so many sports teams had. He called it as he saw it, and could be particularly hard on the Lakers when they weren't playing up to snuff. His views were typically honest and insightful.

When I was 11-years old, I was that weird kid with goggle-glasses, who, highly improbably, dreamed of being Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, practicing my sky hook on the ramshackle hoop set up in my backyard. In my mind's ear, Chick was calling the shots.

Matthew Haughey, of Blogroots fame:

His voice was a fixture of my childhood in LA, spent watching games on channel 9 or listening to him on the radio when NBC covered the same games (with the radio on with Chick, sound on the TV turned off, of course).

Funktrain:

Chick Hearn is an icon of SoCal, of Sports and of Entertainment. When I was growing up during the Showtime years of the Lakers, my dad introduced me to Chick when he would turn off the sound on the TV and tune in Chick on the radio. I loved listening to Chick on the radio and his excitement for the game coupled with his detailed play by play calls recreated the Forum or Staples Center right there in my car.

In college when I listened to Chick, I used to give him my own gentle ribbing when he would mix up the player that looked alike, Sedale Threat and Nick Van Exel to name a couple. Even with that, Chick lent a special touch to the broadcast. I think that most of all, I will remember one of Chick's last simulcast games, the seventh game of this year's Kings/Lakers game. As the game was winding down, Chick couldn't stop talking about how exciting the game was and that it was one of the greatest series he'd ever called. I was glad to have shared that with him and next season

Ben Maller's take:

My thoughts are with Chick Hearn, a broadcasting legend and hall of famer. Chick is Lakers basketball. I had the chance to talk with him several times over the last 10 years and spent alot of time with him on the day he broadcast his 3,000th game in a row back in 1998 on Martin Luther King Day against Orlando.

Listening to a Lakers game will never be the same.

Blogspace has a lot to learn from voices like Chick Hearn's. Voices that compels interest, that ring with humanity, sincerity, integrity, expertise, and joy. Voices that persist over generations, coming to symbolize more any given post. - phil

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