I am taking the day off to try to get my life in order. It’s been a long time coming. In the meantime, I don’t have a lot to add from last year’s post on Memorial Day. I hope you like it. Thank you for reading.
The day before Memorial Day weekend is one of the quietest in Saint Paul and all over the USofA. So I thought I’d offer a little diversion instead of something thoughtful. I hope you enjoy it!
With the bright summer dawn when I roll up and yawn,
The first thing I do is to switch the news on.
Not the teevee with banter among heads full of chatter
I’d rather log in and see what my friends figure matters.
With coffee and twtter the morning’s complete
With a tweet, retweet, and repeat.
I think it’s fair to say that the world of social media has a tendency to drown most people in the details. Conversations with friend and clients on the topic are often about the latest tools and trends rather than how they are fit together in one coherent strategy. I think this is happening because, for all the chatter, there is still not a coherent vision as to where it all might be going. I’d like to take a stab as to how this might all work out, at least when it comes to selling products in a new kind of economy.
If journalism is the “First draft of history”, as Phillip Graham of the Washington Post is credited with saying, what happens when they get it completely wrong? How does that first draft get crumbled up in the minds of the readers and who gets to write the second draft? I’ve been chatting with a lot of people in an attempt to understand how our opinions of the ongoing economic crisis has gone down as we hear different stories over time. The answer, I have come to believe, is the second draft is written by the readers and consumers of journalism. If true, this may give us some insight as to the future of journalism, interaction, and how a whole culture arrives at “The Truth”™.
When something bad goes down, there is one thing we can all be sure of – someone, somewhere is to blame. A dark cloud of blame gathers and the people with big sticks do their best to bat it away towards someone else, anyone else who is just not them. The thunder and hail eventually has to fall on those who don’t have the big sticks, the people who can do little else but run for cover. In particularly bad periods of history, however, people who start to like swinging their clubs develop a taste for it. That’s when things get nasty.