I definitely am a communications maven, the drawback being, I wasn’t savvy about social media management tools. Last night, or night before, I read a whole page describing social media, but it would not enter my brain. I think the Blog is my favorite (Psst, don’t tell the others). I’ve also added many blogs to follow, conquered LinkedIn, decided against shrinking my URL now, and am considering the blogs mentioned in MNINB, April 21. I think I’m up to date, theory only. I have to assimilate.
This morning I awakened thinking about Tweeting, Twittering, you catch my drift.
Before I started my blog, I communicated with a couple of hundred people around the world. It helps to move a lot. Al, my recent graduated from marketing at Yale, with his MBA, said, “You have to have a blog.” I did. I was grateful to my 2-3 followers; bless their stalwart qualities.
I blogged, FB’d, emailed everyone about everything. I’ve written 2 books and can promote them well. I teach writing, so there you go, more computer time. I like FB. I didn’t think Twitter could be used for ordinary computers. I thought it was for cell phones, the kind of cellies my young friends carry, i.e., sleek black, red, buttons, icons, push here, push there. I felt Twitter was the scoop-up-words type of thing, words from the top of my head. I like to go deeper. Too brief, too shallow, too Valley Girl almost.
LinkedIn repelled me. I grew up in a family that regarded their status proudly. Boston was glutted with those families who know their social divides. I didn’t retain these traditions.
So I thought, Linked-in-schminked-in.
Now, I’m a Twitterer, a FBer, definitely a blogger, an email, and a Yenta of sorts locally for people who look for work, relationships, just anything. A new friend, in from India, said I’m like a local Google, except with a small g.
I write because I must. I write to weave humor, pain, suffering, and I write about anything, from sow bugs and sorry gnats to concepts of racial justice, oneness, and I glut Goodreads with my I’ve read or to read type of thing. I subscribe to Powell’s on line, Book browse, locally, and on.
I am like an untrained Dalmatian. I bound into life. But, a concern I have, throwing aside professional need, is Twitter.
I wonder what sociologists will make of our current culture. We have invisible lace webs over our heads that cartoon out – “didja eat,” “how bout them Dodgers,” and every other light through, phrase or sentence that settles tentatively on our brains.
What does this say indicate about attention span in the future?
I’m light, I’m funny, and I love whimsy and playing with words. We do a lot of that on CHPercolatorcoffeehouseforwriters, and I guffaw on the floor over our hilarious exchanges. But, I wonder, if we just go to a restaurant, casual, Marie Calender’s, Denny’s, Cocos, and see kids to adults to seniors. A lot of heads are bent over their cell phones tweeting.
What about social skills?
We live in a society that is tremendously immediate. Instant news. “You heard it first at Blah Blah News.” I can multitask without a blink of an eyelash. But, can I sit down and study things, reflect at great length. At this point in our world, is the speed of light winning, and reflection of the light losing?
I want quality. I’m naturally speedy and can type rapidly. But I want depth too. It seems in the world today we inhale. We inhale words, sounds, pressures, work, you name it.
A Hopi prophecy said, “When the world speeds up, slow down.”
That said. I throw myself into my day and am enormously busy, but my relationships are fun and solid, and we form friendships in our writing circles, in my Baha’i life.
Sure, I’d like to be recognized; what writer wouldn’t. But life is more than that. I tell my students, we are reaching a time on the planet where arts should be everywhere, an Arts Rising type of thing. The world is so busy, so full, why can’t we soar locally, forget the star system, a Kingdom of Names type of thing. It’s all about bringing life and love and creativity to one another. We don’t always need a stage.
I’d love and welcome other comments. These are mine at the end of a busy Sunday.