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Hi. .. Remember me? It’s Twitty Bird.

August 31st, 2010 No comments

It’s been a while. Again. I would apologize, but I know you don’t need it. You’ve been busy, too. .. Thanks for taking your time to listen.

I’ve tried to update this space several times since my last post, but have found it (exceptionally) hard. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. Perhaps it’s that I’ve had too much on my mind.

I went home last month. For most people, perhaps that’s not such a big deal; it happens every couple months, or at least within a year (or few). .. It’d been almost 13 years since I was back to the place where I grew up.

You’ve heard the expression, “You can never go home again.” I was caught somewhere between that, and an overwhelming love for the few people from my past that remained. At the end of only a few short days, I found myself walking away, my chest overwhelmed with things that I couldn’t change or wouldn’t be.

Thirteen years. So much had changed: my childhood home was neglected; weeds were deeply rooted in cracked concrete where I met some of my oldest and best friends; hangouts and places that held so many memories were demolished or abandoned (and likely awaiting a similar fate).

What remained weren’t the streets themselves, but something beneath the surface that still threads a group of us together. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it until I read a post that hit straight to the heart of the connection that remained so strong.

“Social Media,” we call it these days. It’s the newest trend, so hot it’s making positions like Chief Listening Officers start to pop up. (Weren’t we supposed to be doing that, anyway?)

Back when I was in junior high, I called it a BBS (Bulletin Board System). T.R.E.X. (The Relationship EXchange), to be specific. As my title suggests, my first username was Twitty Bird.

To me, it wasn’t “Media”. It had no resemblance to where I sang along with the latest releases, mocked headlines, anticipated series finales, or sat on the edge of my seat for commercial breaks to end.

It was where I went to connect, share and be honest. With people that understood me. Because all we could do was “listen” as we typed and shared our stories well into the night.

Despite how we refer to it today, has that changed? Will calling it “Media” make it any more a palatable platform for advertising to be consumed by a product/brand’s potential purchaser?

We can want things to be whatever we choose to name them: “Home” .. “Media” .. But that doesn’t necessarily make it so.

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Surviving without Twitter

August 7th, 2009 No comments

Networking, conversations, DM’s, RT’s, links, picture sharing, and naked video spam came to an abrupt halt yesterday when Twitter was taken down.

Those first few hours of realizing I was without my 140-character voice was gripping.  I imagined myself in a world without communication, as if a bomb had struck, as I hit refresh again and again.  What if I was the only one that couldn’t get on and missed something interesting?  What if I had something witty to say?  What if I got a DM and couldn’t reply?  What if I got a new follower and couldn’t return the courtesy fast enough?  What if a client got mad that I hadn’t increased their followers that day?

Starting to shake, I scooped my daughter up and headed off to Deanna Rose Children’s Farmstead.  (Did you know it’s humid in Kansas in August, and you probably shouldn’t go outside in jeans?)  We pet goats and cows, fed ducks and geese, and I watched her climb and slide on playgrounds.   I was surprised by the crowd for a Thursday morning; there were a lot of small tour groups, teenage couples, grandparents, SAHM’s, and even dual parents with kids. 

As I wondered how many of those dual parents were on staycations and how many were victims of the economy (or perhaps both), a sweet faced woman, Becky smiled at me and complimented my daughter.  Soon after starting to chat, she explained that after being laid off in March and unable to find a job, she was starting her own business.  Sure enough, she asked for my email and phone number, to help her with marketing; just as if we’d met on Twitter.

How did you survive without Twitter?