Thursday, 25 June 2009
Michael Jackson. Honestly.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Leave Your #followFriday Stress Behind!
Thursday, 28 May 2009
The One Where @Zaibatsu Calls Us All Racists
- zaibatsu: I said aren't we all racists.... Well, I'm black and recently 3 black kids walked into a corner store, I was sacred. I do me best not 2 but.
- joegerstandt: wow...we are just completely dysfunctional when it comes to discussing race in this country. completely. dysfunctional.
- (please note: I do not speak for @joegerstandt or his reason for tweeting this sentiment. TY.
- sillycows: RT @Cynnergies @zaibatsu Ah. BTW, I don't think everyone's racist, but Yanks seem to be obsessed with it.<>
Friday, 22 May 2009
Sunday, 17 May 2009
Friday, 1 May 2009
The AutoDM: One Tweep's Rant
Yeah, it's a rant... here's the deal: Twitter's auto DM culture has made me very salty. It's like a really bad idea happening to really good people, only...you don't want to know because you just want to strangle their handles until the vowels pop out! (That's Cynnergist talk for 'Unfollow'.)
On the back of having received so many of these, I couldn't help myself with the following tweet:
I've heard Twitter being compared to a cocktail party, and it's a good metaphor. You're at a soiree. You don't know anyone, because you heard about it via a friend of a friend of a cousin who's the colleague of a beekeeper. You get it. You go into this room of random conversations, and you size people up by what their clothing and bearing tell you about them (aka Twitter Bios):
- the Really Beautiful Girl with inoffensive manners,
- The Serious Business Guy with the Armani suit screaming moneymoneymoney,
- The Spiritual Guru who's got a sense of humour as she entertains some folks with stories by the buffet table.
Now, would you actually make your next move by walking over to all of these distinct personalities by saying the same thing, like:
“Hi! Increase your followers by 16,000 in 30 days!”
or
“Go to this link to look at my grandma's new snuggie robe!"
or “Try this product to maximise your potential to a successful run on 'Britain's Got Talent'!
If you're not in the least psychotic, you wouldn't do this. Ever. If you disagree, then have a good weekend with lots and lots of vodka, because you are officially useless; you need to be with other lower primates compatible with your habitat.
While there aren't any fast rules on Twitter (yet), I do think it's prudent to approach the TwitterVerse with the same manners you'd treat people in the physical world. Am I being fussy? Maybe. But am I wrong? I don't think so.
Here are the categories I've seen so far in the DM space:
The Polite HalloHallo – This person sends a fairly benign message hoping that you fulfil your inner Dalai Lama and with the sustenance of the Spirit Angels and the books touted on the Oprah Book Club, you evolve into the next incarnation of Buddha/Jesus/Elvis/Soupy Sales. These folks aren't the problem, so if this is you – move on, there's nothing to see here.
The 'How Can I Help You?' vibe. These bleeding hearts approach like LOA terrorists, trafficking like businesses, all in the name of friendship - but that's okay, because it's All About You. Please... Chances are if you send out this kind of message, you risk putting people off because you want information from someone without giving ANY about yourself, and by doing it in an automated way, it comes across as banal and insincere and is arguably the phoniest form. At least the businesses are clear in what they're after. What the heck is your deal? Why do you want to act as if you're my best friend? Why would you make me cry, write mournfully in my journal, listen to My Chemical Romance during the daytime after you make me realise that my life has been so bleak until you reached out to me and CARED about my life??? (Oh, the sadness, more kleenex...).
The 'Please go to this site and help my business' vampires. As abhorrent as the emotional hijackers might be, this category inspired the rant, and these folks are making quick progress in lowering the TwitterTone. Think I'm exaggerating? Automated introductions are in aggregate making the Direct Messaging Service unusable because no 3rd party Twitter client can distinguish between automated and manually typed messages. This creates too much inbound messaging noise for the Twitterer with more than, say, 500 follows to actually have off-line conversations without exposing key personal details in public (such as their email accounts or Skype/Gchat Ids) to get around the problem because they can't use the DM inbox. To prove this, how many Twitterers actually state in their bios that they don't return DMs? Exactly.
So, Difficulty + Rudeness = I Ain't About To Click On ANYTHING You're Talking About.
The RTs and #TwiHighFives supportive of the above tweet suggest that others view this just as passionately. So if you see yourself in this, Beware. Rethink. Enjoy the Weekend. If You Can.
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Surprise? What Surprise? Feedback on Obama's 100d Press Conference
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Twitter Follow Fever: Why The Numbers Don't Matter
Ahhhh, Back To Normal: 11 days after the Kutcher/CNN race, and Twitter hasn't crumbled, the Horsemen of the O-Prah-Colypse didn't show up, and the TwitterVerse is pretty much as it was Pre-Hoopla. Sure, Kutcher missed the point about Twitter: he's in no way the 'little guy' he portrayed himself to be, he's the Hollywood GoldenBoy he always was with a follow/follower profile that's textbook 'Celebrity' (e.g. he follows less than 0.007% of his follower population total). And sure, the Race was disruptive – hopefully those Tweeps who got caught up in the madness and inflicted their infectiousness on their follows can look back to that time as if from a fever dream and regret having been fooled into becoming a RSS feed on the behalf of someone whose overstated triumph wasn't quite the life-changing event they believed it was.
One quirk exposed by the Kutcher event to those outside the TwitterVerse and clarified for those within is this fixation on increasing follower volumes through whatever means necessary. Right now, a key TwitterVerse complaint is spamming promising “Get 30,000 followers in 30 days”, etc.
Follow The Leaders, But Which Ones?
But why is this important? The Twitter pundits who said that the 1 million follower mark made by a homegrown Twitterer would be a more meaningful event to the Internet than the @aplusk extravaganza were dead right. Some of the top candidates for that ribbon hover around the 100,000 marker. But what does that really mean? Surely anyone with that many followers has lots of influence already with their followships...right?
Well...I can think of at least 5 such Twitterers – all of whom I follow - whose ideologies or products I care absolutely nothing about. From my 10 weeks on Twitter (yes, I'm a relative newbie – but was on way before Oprah, thank you!), I get a sense that jacking up follower volumes is a serious commitment, but where's the benefit other than bragging rights. Something else: many of those Twitterers don't come across as distinctive personalities. On the contrary, they can be rather benign, inoffensive, and just, you know, 'there'. NB: A notable exception is @brooksbayne: his ultra-conservative political tweeting can be polarising, but his followship numbers aren't necessarily an indicator of purist sympathetic tendencies (that an ideological agnostic such as myself follows him proves the point).
Enter the @Murnahan
An interesting Twitterer who has around 10,000 followers and is arguably more influential than most of the 100K Twitterers is Mark Murnahan. In the quest towards pulling out TwitterVerse's Excalibur sword, Murnahan's a candidate for a grass-roots King Arthur. According to @murnahan's bio, he's a SEO expert, and so far, has no plans for media domination. What's cool about Murnahan is that he truly engages his followers: as of today, he follows around 10,000, with a very high percentage of reciprocation. And his is a real, authentic personality: intelligent, inquisitive, communicative, and can be – on occasion – profoundly silly. His 'Dear Tweeps' love tweets are becoming the stuff of TwitterLore.
(Charming! - Ed.)
Scatological insights aside, Murnahan 'gets' Twitter culture: his blog was an oasis of sanity during the Kutcher/CNN race, and his post-event analysis was quite possibly the Best In Show on the day. Being your authentic self on Twitter means that you risk alienating people, which I'm sure he does; he isn't some bland avatar precisely because he is himself. Equally, he isn't a politico-spammer or RSS feed either, he's well-rounded enough for people to connect with him. And it's this level of connection that shows what Twitter can be: a place to connect with others as well as develop a brand, where high numbers don't really count for as much as folks seem to think it does. Hopefully the TwitterVerse can get this lesson before I get yet another DM spammer promising Kutcher-like results – which brings me to my #TwitterTip for today: be yourself, don't worry about the numbers. Especially if you wouldn't know what to do with them anyway!
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Bishop's Checkmate On a Parky Pawn
What was Parky thinking? The so-called 'Sir' Michael Parkinson - clearly with not enough activities to fill out his retirement schedule - took it upon himself to publicly disrespect the late Jade Goody as representing the worst in Britain. Goody - who lost her bout with cervical cancer at the age of 27 this Mother's Day - was buried this weekend. Parky clearly didn't wait for the ground over her grave to harden - with ants in his pants he went to the papers and slammed a dead mother for being stupid, with 2 young children and a grieving family watching in shock.
Was pleased to see Bishop Blake stand up for Goody in his blog for what was an astonishingly poor show of decency from the ParkBag. For all his derision of Goody's background, I was very surprised to read about Parky's own history - dishcloth roots and all. Well, Goody achieved more by 27 in making the public aware of the devastation of cervical cancer - her battle has already saved lives. Not sure if watching the likes of David Beckham on 'Parkinson' really matches up (NB: Posh and Becks??? Talk about working class Britain !).
Well, Parky - you may be called 'Sir' these days, but you're definitely no 'Gentleman'.
Thursday, 26 March 2009
AIG'S Jake DeSantis: Should We Feel Sorry For Him or What
- JD's point about not being responsible for the credit default swap transactions. Please. While the average layperson may not know the ins-and-outs of financial transaction management, some of us more knowledgeable in derivatives - who aren't too happy with recent events, mind - do. Many credit derivative transactions are and were hedged by equity products and as the head of commodity/equity trading, JD not only knows this but it's not unreasonable to think that many of the CDS positions were being hedged by trades in his desk. So his 'not-my-fault' stance' seems patently inappropriate.
- JD's EVP status. The letter's tone seemed to come from someone who while not quite an ingenue, wasn't a fully seasoned racehorse either. If JD did indeed come from humble beginnings as he states, then his rise in AIG was fairly fast-tracked if not meteoric. Meaning that the doe-eyed indignation therein is about as transparent as being on the inside of Harry Potter's Invisibility Cloak. If investment banking is a reasonable comparative culture (and I think we can assume it is), no one rises to that level in that time-span without swimming in-school with all the Big Fishes and having his soul bought and paid for with the bill of lading long discarded. Jake, if you agree that you were overpaid previously, then you clearly accepted your fate or fortune - complaining now just makes you seem overwrought and underwhelming.
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Initial reaction to Obama's Press Conference
60ft Penis found on Berkshire roof. (Yeah, you heard me...)
So what's the going rate for punishment these days: beat a kid up in school, no cable privileges for a month. Phallic graffito on the roof of your parent's £1m home? Continue travelling at your parents' expense with the threat of cleanup duty upon return.
Truth to Power - 'Casino' Style
Made me think of a line in Martin Scorsese's 1995 film, 'Casino' (or, 'Goodfellas-goes-Vegas-with-Sharon-Stone's-best-role' movie) where Ace Rothstein (Robert de Niro) fires a Good Ol' Boy for letting 3 slot machines cash out on the same day: