Monthly Archives: June 2012

My Life

Billy Joel, 52nd Street, 1978

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Got a call from an old friend, we used to be real close;
Said he couldn’t go on the American way.
Closed the shop, sold the house, bought a ticket to the West Coast…
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.

I don’t need you to worry for me, ’cause I’m alright.
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home.
I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life;
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone.

I never said you had to offer me a second chance.
I never said I was a victim of circumstance.
I still belong – don’t get me wrong;
And you can speak your mind, but not on my time.

They will tell you, “you can’t sleep alone in a strange place” –
Then they’ll tell you, “you can’t sleep with somebody else.”
Ah, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space…
Either way, it’s okay to wake up with yourself.

I don’t need you to worry for me, ’cause I’m alright.
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home.
I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life;
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone.

I never said you had to offer me a second chance.
I never said I was a victim of circumstance.
I still belong – don’t get me wrong;
And you can speak your mind, but not on my time.

I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life;
Go ahead with your own life, leave me alone.

Timeless Winter

Into Eternity, The Scattering of Ashes, 2006

Scorched by winter’s wrath
I lay still in the night
This winter’s choking embrace
Leaves me with no will to fight

Timeless winter
Timeless winter

My heart decayed and deadened
By this ravenous winter
For see the end is frozen
Begins this timeless winter

Forever crimson
Warmth shrouds my body and soul
As two worlds collide
My being dwells within this empty black hole

Death embraces me
Destroying my sanity
Reaching for the light
Fading to darkness
This feeling of emptiness
My physical perish in sight

My heart decayed and deadened
By this ravenous winter
For see the end is frozen
Begins this timeless winter

Seamless never ending time
As I begin to quiver
I lay still with this crystals of cold
This lifeless body begins to wither

Timeless winter
Timeless winter

My heart decayed and deadened
By this ravenous winter
For see the end is frozen
Begins this timeless winter

Dropping The Ball

I’ve basically done jack shit the past week, and left a bunch of posts to be published unfinished, because of some general chaos in my life.

Now, it was at the very least good chaos – the shipment of some equipment necessary to rework my entire business operation, the unexpected arrival of my kids to stay for an entire week instead of just the weekend, the sale of a few extra things that allowed me to buy food I can’t normally afford. Like, you know, actual meat.

 

Just Some General Notes

It is immensely satisfying to me when I say something on Facebook or Twitter about a particular subject, and a recognised expert in that field “amplifies” what I said by repeating it and mentioning my by name or link.

It is also immensely satisfying when someone I admire or respect follows me, or sends me a friend request.

Accordingly, I try to think about the other side of this. When my friends think of me as an expert or authority on a subject, and one of them says something on that subject, I consider “amplifying” it myself. Similarly, I keep an eye on the “People you might know” column in Facebook, and when someone pops up that I’ve got as a customer or have seen wandering around in the same circles I do… I send a friend request.

Whenever I go to Klout, I scan through and click the people who influence me. I make sure to distribute all my +K. Because it makes me feel good when I see someone say I influence them and give me +K in “Business,” which is them saying I influence their business decisions. That’s what I do. It’s nice knowing that it’s noticed and appreciated by an actual human being who opened his mouth and said something.

I click the “Like” button frequently. I retweet and @reply often. I +1 people’s posts on G+ whenever I go there. I leave a lot of comments. I click through a lot of links.

Because that is why I post on Facebook and Twitter and Google+ in the first place:  so  people will like it, and share it, and respond to it.

That is almost certainly why other people post on it, too. They want that little charge of “someone noticed!” when the notification pops up. They want a little attention. It makes them happy. And if you’re the one giving them the attention, then you start to make them happy.

“Attention is the currency of the future.” David Shapiro said that many, many years ago. It has become a mantra for me, almost on par with “Most ignorance is willful.”

Yesterday, a friend of mine posted on another friend’s Facebook wall. He said what amounted to “I don’t see any value in our friendship,” and in his explanation, I could see why.

There was no interaction. She was not liking and sharing and commenting and clicking through. Just posting her own shit, for others to like and share and comment and click.

Someone once said “It is well to remember that the entire population of the universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others.” I think it was John Andrew Holmes, Jr. – it’s quoted in Brendon Burchard’s book, which is linked on the sidebar, I believe at the beginning of the chapter on Connection. (It might be the chapter on Caring.)  Social media are supposed to be, well, social – which means maybe you stop talking about yourself once in a while, and interact with others.

In fact, maybe you should do a lot more interacting than talking about yourself.

Social Blogs?

Copyblogger asks “Since When Are Blogs Not Social Media?” – and seems to miss the point of social media.

Social media are not controlled by any one person.

When you come to my blog, you see what I post on it. You can comment if I let you comment. And if you do anything I don’t like, I can delete it.

If you want to speak your own mind, you have to go somewhere else.

That’s why blogs and forums aren’t social media. There’s a special class of people who control what can and cannot be said there, who do not need to justify or explain themselves.

On true social media, all participants are equal. Even the people in charge can’t actually do anything special; they have only the capabilities that you do, with minimal added moderator/admin features to keep order.

What makes them social is the minimal nature of those features.

Here, on this blog, I can delete or censor any comment I like. If I don’t like you, I can throw you off and not let you back on. I can post what I want with impunity, but you can’t – you can only say what I allow you to say.

And even though I personally would probably not do any of that, the fact remains that I could.

On Facebook, I can control what you post on my wall. If you post something I don’t like, I can delete it. If I decide I don’t want to post something, I can take it down. But once it’s posted, I can’t stop you from copying it and sharing it on your own wall. Even if I report your copy and share as abusive, chances are nobody at Facebook gives a jumping fuck on a crystal sandwich about it. If you tag me in a photo, I can remove the tag, but only the tag – I can’t remove the photo itself, short of a copyright claim, and while you can’t tag me in the photo you can still tell people I’m in it.

It’s social because people are equal. People aren’t equal on a blog; someone is in charge, and that someone gets to do whatever he wants. That’s the core of what differentiates web 3.0 from web 2.0; in web 2.0, content is generated in a perpetual stream from the people who own and operate the site. In web 3.0, content is generated in a perpetual stream from the people who visit and enjoy the site. That’s why “curation” is such a big buzzword.

But what makes something social isn’t just where the content comes from. It’s who controls that content. And as the control shifts from the people who own and operate the site to the people who visit and enjoy it, the system becomes more social.

We can have social forums (Ning) and blogs (Tumblr) and whatnot. But they are not by their nature social. We have to get out of the fucking way and take a largely hands-off approach to them.

Never Wanted To Dance

Mindless Self Indulgence, If, 2008

There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself

Never wanted to dance with nobody but you,
Wouldn’t take no for an answer, you fucking bitch

Be nice – be nice to me, don’t ever be
Be nice – be nice to me, don’t let me go
I’m too cool for the second grade.
I’m amazed; I’m afraid;
I’m too cool for the second grade.
There is nothing; you can do;
That I have not already done to myself.