Give a man a fish and feed him for a day....Teach him to use the internet and he won't bother you for weeks!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
This Thing, Again?
My will to post anything here becomes less and less frequent. It seems that when I discovered Twitter it ramped up my AADD to new levels. Apparently I can't put together a coherent thought that exceeded 140 characters. Although anyone who follows my tweets will realize that many days I can't put together a coherent thought at any length. But despite my preference for the spontaneity and interactive nature of Twitter and my lack of will to devote any energy to posting, I somehow lack the ability to admit that this is over and just pull the plug.
It's probably wishful thinking that I'll experience a refreshed and renewed interest in traditional blogging. Or even to think that I'll somehow re-invent what I do here and give it some fresh meaning. But I'll just continue to delude myself that one of those things just might happen. Maybe I'll find a cure for a major disease or bring about world peace while I'm at it as well.
There are those who suggest I should focus on Facebook instead. For reasons I just can't articulate or understand, I just can't get into the whole FB experience. I was beginning to warm up to it a bit, and then they went and tweaked it and it just seems like a hot mess to me these days. Incorporating all the worst features of both blogging and Twitter in one place; how convenient. And unappealing. But since the whole world is there these days, I continue and hope that someday I'll give it the same love others seem to have for it.
So far, I've stubbornly refused to do a single status update. I guess the day you see one there under my name, you'll know I've had a Facebook epiphany. Or just caved in to conventional wisdom. Till then, some helpful hints on Facebook Manners And You.
When there were old-school parking meters in New York, quarters were precious.
One day, I'm walking down the street and a guy comes up to me and says, "Do you have a dollar for four quarters?" He held out his hand with four quarters in it.
Curious, I engaged with him. I took out a dollar bill and took the four quarters.
Then he turned to me and said, "Can you spare a quarter?"
What a fascinating interaction.
First, he engaged me. A fair trade, one that perhaps even benefited me, not him.
Now, we have a relationship. Now, he knows I have a quarter (in my hand, even). So his next request is much more difficult to turn down. If he had just walked up to me and said, "can you spare a quarter," he would have been invisible.
Too often, we close the sale before we even open it.