Recently several users have expressed their concern about instances of insult and personal attack. Our vision at Minekey is to provide a shared environment for people from all over the world to connect and share their perspective. To accomplish this vision, it is important we maintain it as a place where people feel safe and comfortable to share their opinions.

We consulted several Industry experts on how to make Minekey a safe and comfortable environment that promotes sharing. We have received some practical advice based on the best practices adopted by top Internet communities and we plan to move forward with their recommendations. As a part of this exercise, we have also retained a moderation team well versed with the Industry best practices to help achieve our goals. Some of the suggestions we will implement over the coming weeks are:

1. Profanity filters
2. Block user function to prevent certain users from posting notes on profile
3. Content rating and reputation system that helps surface quality content and discussions

We are committed to making Minekey more friendly. We seek support from all our users to help us reach this goal by complying with the Community Guidelines. Violation of Community Guidelines could result in disabling of content and user access. Listed below are a few suggestions on what constitutes good behavior and bad behavior on Minekey:

Do
1. Respect the opinions of Minekey peers, even when you disagree with them.
2. Avoid using profanity.
3. Delete any offensive comments on your opinions and any offensive notes on your profile.
4. Use the report abuse system judiciously to alert the Minekey team.

Don’t
1. Personal attacks are prohibited.
2. Trolling is prohibited.
3. Sexually explicit material is prohibited
4. Creating multiple accounts and identities is prohibited– It’s a place for real people to connect through real conversations.

For more details refer to Minekey Community Guidelines (http://minekey.com/footer/code). The use of Minekey is a privilege, not a right. The Minekey staff reserves the right to revoke access and remove content without notice. If you have any questions or suggestions email us at “community AT minekey DOT com”.

Earlier this month, Minekey participated in TechCrunch50, perhaps the preeminent event for new software services to generate a buzz and get evaluated by industry leaders, media, bloggers and fellow entrepreneurs.

In an interview at the event, Delip Andra was given the opportunity to offer an overview of Minekey and his vision for the service. To see the interview, check out the following video:

If you’re in the Bay Area, please join the Minekey crew at our Sunnyvale offices for a Lunch 2.0 on Thursday, September 6.

Started as an informal and regular gathering of Silicon Valley tech workers in corporate cafeterias, Lunch 2.0 has rapidly evolved through word-of-mouth into a national series of events.

As told in the Wall Street Journal today, Lunch 2.0 “has grown into a social-networking phenomenon that now draws hundreds of engineers, venture capitalists, and even summer interns to various companies for free meals and conversation.”

Come out and learn more about Minekey, network with a really interesting mix of people, and enjoy the delicious lunch provided by our co-host and landlord, the Plug and Play Tech Center.

To RSVP, go to either the event listing on Upcoming.org, or search for the Minekey Lunch 2.0 event listing on Facebook.

Twas the night before Minekey, when all through the lab
every mouse was clicking, even a keyboard;
The servers were set by the table with care,
In hopes that St. Delip soon would be there;

The coders were seated all snug in their chairs,
While visions of fatal errors danced in their heads;
And Gaurav with his VAIO , and I with my headphone,
Had just settled down for a long summer’s night,

When out on the datacenter there arose such a ping,
I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the terminal I logged in like a flash,
Tore open the firewall and view the logs .

The daemon on the top of the newly-forked Shell
Gave the signal of kill to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature file, and eight tiny links,

With a little old driver, so buggy and slow,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nilesh.
More rapid than firefox his downloaders they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and got them by name;

“Now, Categorizer! now, Clusterer! now, Aggregator and SearchEngine!
On, Backend! on Frontend! on, Webservice and Widget!
To the start of the MySQL ! to the top of the apache!
Now serve away! serve away! serve away all!”

As empty RAM that before the wild clickthrough came,
When they meet with an obstacle, write to the log,
So up to the internet-backbone the packet they flew,
With the widgets full of information, and St. Nilesh too.

And then, in the speaker, I heard from my comp
The insert and delete of each little record.
As I drew in my mouse, and was minimizing all,
Down the stairs St. Pravu came with Ruffles Lays.

He was dressed all in jeans, from his head to his foot,
And his hairs were all set with bryllcream ;
A bundle of drinks he had flung on the sack on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His smile was like a tubelight, his laugh like a speaker!
His droll little ipod was hung around his neck,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the ipod;

The butt of a cigarette he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And sent all the mails; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his keyboard,
And giving a nod, up the code he scrolled;

He sprang to his chair, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all walked like the end of a process.
But I heard him exclaim, while he drove his bike out of sight,
“Great work you all, and to all a good-night.”

- Robin