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What I Tweeted, 2010-01-03 Edition

My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

Quotes of the week:

I'd like to see one Best Albums of 09 list topped with an actual solid, listenable, loveable album, and not just alterna-flavors of the year #

While getting my music out into the world takes a fair amount of practice and effort, I can keep my blog going by sheer force of will. #

Awesome tool for volunteer PR RT @JDEbberly RT @sylviahubbard1: Publicity Planner for 2010. Authors yr gonna love this! http://bit.ly/79PJnF #

@SarahPsyDeal When it comes to Pizza Hut, I lose all semblance of self-preservation instincts. Only the pizza matters. in reply to SarahPsyDeal #

Dear Universe: Please lend me about $750 so I can buy all of the amazing 2009 albums I so blithely missed upon date of release. Best – Peter #

My wife, the (dessert) pyro. http://twitpic.com/vtcw0 #

If I was on a label the job of the design intern in the doghouse would be to lasso out my hair. Since I'm indie, that's my job. #

South Philly Fowl http://twitpic.com/w30ws #

@NotGiamatti Clue is the best movie ever made. I almost themed my wedding after it, but we couldn't decide which parent would be Mr. Boddy. in reply to NotGiamatti #

Reminder: Candy Canes are not medicinal in nature. i.e., No, Peter, it is not the same as taking an antacid. #

Happy New Year! I shaved my mustache for our New Year's Kiss because THAT IS HOW GREAT A HUSBAND I AM. #

@SarahPsyDeal Every year I would swear I'll get ripped for the music fest & play a set with my shirt off. Please achieve that dream for me. in reply to SarahPsyDeal #

Possibly the best part of recording video while I record audio is capturing all of the awesome moments where I scream obscenities at myself. #

If I ever forget why it is that I want to be playing music I can usually re-kindle it in the span of three live tracks from Ani DiFranco. #

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What I Tweeted, 2009-12-20 Edition

My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

Peter the RivetterQuotes of the week:

As soon as a song hits the radio it #isplayedout. Radio is where good songs go to die, not where they can be found. #

Almost 10yrs ago I had a close internet friend in a coma. I wrote a song for her that her friend played by her bed. She WOKE UP days later. #
Did she wake up because of my song? Probably not. But my positive energy was there to greet her when her eyes opened. #

Together we're so much more powerful than cancer. We can connect the experiences of all of the survivors, families, & lovers to crush cancer #

Withering take-down of the Table-Games bill in PA by @philebrity-award winning blog The Clog: http://bit.ly/6e8qJ8 #

I apparently used two days' worth of voice last night, because I sound like a cave troll this morning. But, in a healthy, non-raspy way. #
Soon I will be like Bono and need to travel everywhere wearing a humidifying mask. #

[Re: Breeding Dragons] @anniemal Not sure about the fire-breathing, but I say we start with crocodiles and eagles and see where it takes us. in reply to anniemal #

Dear Adam Levine: You sing like a duck. Yes, a very rangey duck, but still a duck. It takes more studio magic than anyone should need to fix #

Hoping our performance of Falling Slowly tonight will be as gorgeous as this: http://bit.ly/6KitbX (I'll be playing piano!) #

Ladies & awesome-haired gentlemen, I need advice: How do I keep my perfectly curly locks safe and plump for the show on my walk? A bonnet? #
I currently look a lot like Rosie the Riveter. #
I am only showing you this because I love @drew and he said, "pics or it didn't happen" http://twitpic.com/u8luj #

B T Dubs, my hair is AMAZING – beyond expectations. I am seeking a room lit well enough to capture its amazing texture and depth on camera. #

Safely home! Involved lifting a sheet of ice as big as my torso & pushing Gina's car 30ft down the street. You know, standard Arcati Crisis. #

Wow, and here's a quote about my life: RT @laermer One man's proofreading is another's glance! in reply to laermer #

I had to trade her a future 1am Wendy's run for this trip to Avatar. Hopefully worth it. #

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Highlighted topics/conversations:

  • Amanda Palmer & My Doomed Song
  • Getting ready for, trudging through snow to arrive at, and playing the Shubin Theatre Holiday Revue
  • Indie Band Vocal Critique

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  • What I Tweeted, 2009-12-13 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

    Quotes of the week:

    If you had to pay $1/yr to follow each person, how many would you follow? Think less about overall spend, more about who/what is worth it. #

    I'm like The String Whisperer – I always know when my set is about to start breaking. #

    This day was supposed to get progressively easier. It should not feel like I am being beat about the head with a communications shovel. #

    Oh: "She's kinda fat for the cover of Fitness." "Honey, it's a fitness magazine, not Emaciation Weekly." "I'd subscribe to that." #

    Random childhood memory: jungle boat ride at Disney, age 5. Fell in love with 6yr-old girl across from me. Relationship never consummated. #

    Um, #blamedrewscancer just won a phucking @philebrity award and I got on stage and said stuff extemporaneously AND HUGGED JOE SWEENEY. OMFG. #

    How does Philadelphia hold all of these amazing people? And, when you meet them you say, "You are awesome, why don't I know you already?" #

    Elise thinks that the American Red Cross should team up w/TwiHards across the country to throw special midnight vampire-themed blood drives. #

    Highlighted topics/conversations: PANMA Party / Phileb Awards, Filmstar in NYC

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    I #blamedrewscancer for being a Philebrity

    I have a story to tell you.

    I met half of the #blamedrewscancer crew at Fuzion at around seven for the Philadelphia Area New Media Association (PANMA) holiday party.

    That is not the story.

    We were at PANMA for some brief networking and catching up with friends, but our end destination was The Trocadero, where Philly blog fixture Philebrity was holding their non-denominational X-Mas party slash year end awards.

    Blame Drew’s Cancer was up for the “Outstanding Do-Gooders of the Year” award. Polling had been open and transparent, so it was easy to see that we were getting creamed by Phillies’ Shane Victorino from day one. As such, we didn’t marshal much of a vote – eventually coming in fourth, behind even Mayor Nutter for his ballsy budget bluff.

    The four of us – Britt, Mikey, Libby, and I (plus Libby’s awesome husband, another Peter) rolled in to the Troc fashionably late, and occupied the “Reserved” table closest to the stage. Our innate rowdiness took over shortly, and we were hooting at the house band (shout out to BC Camplight) and yelling “Hut!”at any reference to Lady Gaga.

    Okay, maybe that was just me.

    Suddenly, it was time for our award category. Philebrity Captain and one of my personal Journalist heroes Joe Sweeney read down the list of nominees. When he hit #bdc we cheered, the crowd cheered for us, and he continued down the list.

    End of story? Not quite.

    Joey Sweeney: So, Shane isn’t here tonight, so we’re going to give this award to Blame Drew’s Cancer.

    Team Blame Drew’s Cancer: ???

    No, he was not joking. Suddenly we’re being gestured at and motioned towards to the stage and then we’re on the stage and then I’m hugging Joey Sweeney and then, inevitably, I am standing in front of a microphone gaping at a rather large crowd seated at round tables all Golden Globes style and I am like, omg I think now they want me to talk.

    Luckily, there is video to document my surprising coherent trip through award show aphasia:

    (Take note of my neck-bobbing walk down the stairs, as it figures in to the next bit pretty heavily.) Continue reading ›

    SEPTA Strike strikes out

    Although I am an insidious night owl, I didn’t find out that the Southeastern Pennsylvania Transit Authority – aka SEPTA – was on strike until I woke up early on Tuesday morning.

    Too early, actually. My clock was set pre-7am, and I already forget why. Extra proofreading at work? Who knows, but I would have been in for a long wait at a lonely bus stop had I not quickly checked Twitter on my way out of the house.

    SEPTA ON STRIKE!, is what Twitter loudly proclaimed, AS OF THREE IN THE MORNING.

    Twitter proclaimed it so loudly it was a trending topic.

    Since I was up early already, I decided to walk in. I love to walk to work, but I don’t usually have enough time. It’s consistently a 39-minute trip on foot – three 13-minute miles. As I made that walk on Tuesday morning, I thought, Am I really equipped to be traveling six miles a day? Maybe I need some friendlier shoes…

    That inspired a trip to Philadelphia Runner, a business so wonderful I think they may merit their own separate post. Suffice to say, they sent me packing with a pair of shoes that fit like no other I’ve ever had. It’s like they were made for my uneven, wide, somewhat archless feet!

    Up early and appropriately equipped on strike day two, I decided, Why not do a little jogging?. I jogged the first mile of my commute in, and the last mile of my commute home.

    Strike day two results? My round–trip commute completed in 67:30, compared to a 68:00 average on SEPTA.

    Yes, my skinny-yet-chunky Italian ass locomoted itself home faster than SEPTA.

    Including today’s walk home I’ve logged over 25 miles of walking this week, which amounts to over five hours of exercise. That’s amazing! I’m happier. Healthier. Hungry at appropriate times of the day. Sleeping soundly.

    Basically, SEPTA going on strike made my life awesome, and – issues I have for or against the strike aside – I don’t particularly care if they come back.

    What I Tweeted, 2009-11-01 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

    Quotes of the week:

    I've come to realize that the reason I must acquire so much new music is so that I can continue to make bitchin' mix tapes. #

    #reasonsIlovemyjob = My entire main client group likes all of: Kelly Clarkson, Rufus Wainwright, Lady Gaga, and Sia. And more! <3 you all. #

    @amanda_nan Apparently you have much to learn about me if you think anything ranks "more appealing" over an activity involving Madonna. ;) in reply to amanda_nan #

    Can the insane people just back away from their communications devices today? I feel like I'm in a Web 2.0-enhanced zombie flick. #

    I think I am making a Twitter list called "So-Called Experts Who Are Really Just Follow Junkies That Will Never Read My Tweets AKA Jerkwads" #

    Pics or it didn't happen @PhillyWeekly NOT A JOKE: A-Rod has self-portrait of himself as a centaur above his bed http://bit.ly/2WebML #

    @deestbie My hairdresser encouraged me to do some facial hair: so far it seems to contextualize my music better, in that I don't look 15. in reply to deestbie #

    Last night I learned @Amanda_nan gets a text EVERY TIME I tweet. That's BFF-level commitment; not even my wife would subject herself to that #

    Highlighted topics/conversations: U2’s YouTube Webcast, Open Mic @ The Fire / National Mechanics, Webcast Fail / Phillies Game 1 Live Tweet, and Twitter lists as B.S. detectors. Plus various Halloween and recording fun.

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    Why I #blamedrewscancer, pt. 4

    (This is the last part of my story. You should read Parts 1, 2, and 3.)

    It is a Saturday afternoon, and I am staring out into pure blue, 14,000 feet above the ground, through the open hatch in the side of our tiny plane.

    On the ground my partner ran through it with me. Twice. Duckwalk to door. Head leaned back on shouder. One two three go. Or is it one two go-on-three? Tip back and forward, arch your body. Arms out. Keep your mouth closed if you feel like you can’t breathe.

    Fly.

    Staring out the open side of the plane, his instructions dissolve. Did it matter how I arched my back? Niceties, to placate a nervous jumper.

    No matter what, we would fall – flying downward, into the embrace of gravity.

    “One.”

    “Two.”

    .

    Here is #blamedrewscancer, as it’s root: we are talking about cancer.

    Yes, it is inane. Yes, it is about Drew – for now. The point is, Drew gave us that – he gave us his struggle to make as silly or as serious as we need it to be.

    Drew doesn’t really care if we say his name or what we blame. He just cares that we are talking about cancer. He wants to harness that conversation to raise awareness, hope, and donations. He wants to bring cancer into our daily dialog so we can work together to erase it rather than willfully ignore it until it touches our lives.

    His plan is working. People are talking to Drew about his chemo treatments. I am talking to my friends about my grandmother. My co-workers are talking to each other about someone we lost, and how we can honor the fight that she won.

    Blaming Drew’s cancer is inspiring us to live stronger, to be frank and hopeful about fighting cancer, and to show the love and support we may be feeling but afraid to say.

    Inspiring us to win our battles.

    Inspiring us to leap out of planes.

    .

    I have dreamt for years that I can fly, so much that I halfway believe it. It’s not an occasional foray – I can fly in every one. The rush of air past my ears and my body, weightless and free. The feeling is familiar, tucked safely under my skin.

    I’ve tried to capture it outside of my dreams on playground swings and amusement park rides. I’ve looked down from trade centers, massive arches, and wrought-iron towers. I’ve ridden on airplanes and have been towed behind a boat, limbs caught up in the wind.

    The closest I’ve ever come was riding my bike. It was October 12, 1998, and I was three blocks north of here in Jefferson Square park. Biking home from Anastasia’s house, I sped up until the pedals offered no more resistance. Closed my eyes and held out my arms. It only lasted for a second, but that was my first waking flight – a feeling I already knew intimately.

    On my list of five things to do before I die, “fly” was first. Fly for more than those fleeting seconds of eleven years ago. Fly like my dreams.

    When Drew and Chris asked if I wanted to skydive with the team, it seemed insane. I met these people online. On Twitter. Was I really going to live my dream with a bunch of strangers from the internet?

    It was not insane. It was kismet. It was Drew’s whole point. Live Strong. You want to fly? What’s stopping you? Jump out of a damned plane. You want to be a singer? Don’t make an excuse. Use your voice with confidence.

    You want to beat cancer? Blame it and battle it and beat the hell out of it every day with all of the power and positive energy you can muster from yourself and from everyone you’ve ever met until you defeat it.

    You have cancer, but cancer does not have you.

    .

    “Three.”

    FreefallingWe lean back and pitch forward, falling from plane. I arch. For a second it feels like nothing – the velocity of our bodies moving at the speed of the plane and the pull of gravity countermanding each other

    Then, acceleration. Real flight, but towards the ground instead of up, up, and away like Superman or Neo.

    In my mind I shrug off the man strapped to my back and the photographer waving in my face – unconsciously throwing him rock signs as he gestures towards his camera.

    It is what I know beneath my skin, and more. There is no plane above or ground below. There is the rush of air past my ears and my body, weightless and free. There is limitless blue in every direction – I can’t see the ground. Gravity is for the weak-willed and falling is flying, hurtling, easy like love.

    Wind blasts my limbs, buffeting my torso like a cascade of water. I feel strangely supported by the air, as if I could stand delicately on it, like snow.

    That lasts for about a minute, or for the eternity of every dream I’ve ever had, depending on how I measure.

    A whisper in my ear isn’t the wind, it’s my partner, long-since forgotten. I cross my arms, clenching my harness in my fists, and he pulls the cord. The parachute rides up above us, catching the wind. The harness bucks hard, and gravity is countermanded again. My stomach suspends itself.

    This is a different kind of flying. Floating, perfectly controlled. Now I see the ground, and it is minuscule below us. Philadelphia rises in the distance, and i feel like we could just tip forward and head that way.

    BDC Skydiving I break the silence.

    “I should tell you something.”

    “Hmm?”

    We are having a conversation, circa 7,000 feet.

    “I dream that I can fly. Not just some of the time. Like, every dream. It’s just something I can do.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yeah. And it’s just like this.”

    We hang in the restored silence, falling slowly. As the ground becomes nearer I scream my trademark soprano wail and listen as it fades away with nothing to reflect against.

    Eventually there is a field and a landing strip, and we have a shadow, and it grows larger and larger until our bodies meet it, wrapped once again in gravity’s close embrace and a puddle of mud.

    .

    Tonight at midnight Drew’s Blame-a-Thon begins – the reason I wound up sitting across the table from him at an Applebee’s two months ago.

    In two months I have seen people and businesses do amazing things to encourage Drew and to support LiveStrong, all culminating in tomorrow’s event.

    It’s about awareness and fundraising, but to me it feels halfway like faith-healing. Like, maybe if we all focus we can blame the cancer away.

    Probably not. Not in one day, at least. But blaming cancer can change lives. It’s a chance to reassign the pain and bullshit in your life to something that really deserves it so you can stop making excuses and just live strong.

    Blame cancer and change your life. Blame cancer and change someone else’s.

    I blame Drew’s cancer for any second that I’m not living my ideal life as a stronger, faster, fiercer me.

    And I am thankful for every moment that I am.

    Happy Birthday To This

    I. The 27-Club.

    Last September I turned 27.

    It made me nervous.

    Being a major music fan and devout lifetime subscriber to Rolling Stone, I am all too aware of the so-called “27 Club” – a musical super-group headlined by Robert Johnson, Brian Jones, Jimi, Janis, Jim, and Kurt, all of whom met their untimely ends at age 27.

    My nervousness wasn’t an actual, rational fear. Just a fringe anxiety. Still, it hung there. The 27 hurdle. A year it would be a challenge to survive.

    In the months after my birthday the challenge of surviving gave way to the challenge of getting from one day to the next. Honestly, I was so preoccupied with life that the whole 27 Club concept didn’t reoccur to me until I was getting ready to jump out of an airplane last month. And, since that failed to kill me, I assumed I was in the clear with regard to the whole untimely end angle.

    I continued thinking that until the past few days, when I began re-reading my entries from the past year in anticipation of the ninth anniversary of Crushing Krisis.

    It was then I realized that it happened. I died.

    If that sounds like hyperbole, it’s meant to be, but only a little bit. Truly, the past year of my life was so vastly different than any that came before that it was hardly lived by the same person.

    If that sounds like hyperbole, it’s not. One of the benefits of your blog celebrating it’s ninth birthday is having the ability to make frequent, sweeping, and entirely-accurate generalizations about the state of your life.

    In fact, that’s my favorite thing to do on August 26, the birthday of Crushing Krisis. Continue reading ›

    I (mostly) #blamedrewscancer for my disappearing week.

    By rights and logic I really ought to be asleep right now, but if I don’t recount the past week it’s going to sleep out of the memory banks and completely disappear into the ether. At least this way I can prove that it actually happened.

    So. If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been since that last post and why I am not writing you wonderfully detailed bulletins about my life, here is the download.

    A week ago right now I was up late on the couch, laptop on my chest, firing out #blamedrewscancer emails. (Yes, I know I owe you the last chapter in the skydiving story. All in good time.) Around the time I planned to go to sleep National Mechanics emailed me and Mike(y) to ask if we were planning to bring some live acoustic cover music with us to the #bdc event next Thursday (i.e., TODAY).

    Um, no. We had talked about it and thought music might be overwhelming. Given the open invitation, suddenly I was firing emails to all of my Philly artist friends who carry a bevy of covers, trying to find a bill for the night.

    I fell asleep mid-email in that same position – lying on the couch with the laptop on my chest. When I awoke just shy of ten on Thursday morning (don’t worry; I had the day off) I literally opened my laptop before I opened my eyes. I had originally allotted the day half to #bdc and half to myself, but it wound up being double #bdc, and then some. Project managing, writing emails, talking to Drew, rinse, repeat.

    It kept churning into the night (interrupted only to spend three hours researching my own well-documented credit history because – to the best that I can discern – CHASE is a bunch of predatory frauds. Without getting into my personal finances, they sent me a letter changing my terms that was blatantly untrue. Like, each “reason” they listed was immediately and factually refutable. The letter I wrote to them in response, it’s a beautiful thing. Elise speculates that they’ve never encountered such a document before in their lives. I can’t wait to fax it.)

    Then, Friday. After work I found myself in a telecommuting menage a trois with Drew and Britt. What I couldn’t tell you then and can now reveal thanks to TechCrunch breaking the story earlier tonight is that I was working on a sponsorship proposal for 23andMe.

    I started occasionally following 23andMe shortly before they were a Wired cover story in November of 2007, to the point that I knew just who they were when Cecily K. recapped her experiences with their commercial testing kit a few months ago. The reductionist version is that you spit in a test tube for them, and they report back to you about your predisposition for health and disease, and on your family history.

    Point being, 23andMe is a real, tangible brand to me – a brand providing a valuable and potentially life-altering service. And I was proposing that #bdc (and, by extension, me) should be their business partner in a sponsorship.

    So, yeah, just a little stress on Friday. Luckily, Drew is a wonderful human being who can make me laugh and cry remotely via instant message, and between the two of us everything was fine and from Britt’s abstract we all created a really wonderful proposal.

    Saturday E and I headed to the burbs to assist in moving some friends into their first house (YAY!), and then I had a two hour intermission before heading with Gina to West Philly to play a house party fundraiser for her FringeFest play, Fefu and Her Friends. I’ve never played a house party before in a formal sense, where I was billed as a feature and was expected to play for some certain amount of time. It was awesome, but it kicked my ass – even when I wasn’t on I was still ON, from six at night to four in the morning.

    In that ten hours, I played three or four hours of music. I also met, mingled, sang, and danced with some of the most beautiful and talented people in Philadelphia, namely the cast of Fefu and their amazing friend Ed, who is half lounge-singer and half space alien come to earth to reclaim Prince as one of his people.

    Also, I played an on-command version of Cher’s “Believe” totally off of the top of my head, and at some very late point (possibly as late as present?) Gina, Wes, and I sang an epic three-part harmony version of “With or Without You” with Gina and I clustered around a single mic in a vague sketch of Springsteen and Van Zandt.

    Then I slept. Until, like, seven at night on Sunday? All I know is that any time I was halfway roused during the day I would restart The Matrix and be asleep before the scene with the pills.

    Um, where are we? Monday? Three or four hours of rehearsal with Gina directly after work (as we are providing some covers support TONIGHT while we await the arrival of the proper musician who will grace us, one Chris Huff), including playing an entire set live for TwitCam, followed by further rehearsal on my own.

    Tuesday one of my other cover-songs leads came through in the form of my good friend and former TrebleMaker Kate, who showed up at my house with a setlist of 20 songs to bash through with me – out of which we were to craft 45 minutes of rockin’ cover music for TONIGHT (which is rapidly approaching as I continue to write this post).

    Another four hours of rehearsal later and we had our set, packed with lots of stuff I had never played before, like Katy Perry, Aerosmith, and Evanescence … plus some familiar favorites.

    Then, tonight, I baked. You see, somewhere in the midst of the days/paragraphs above, team #bdc decided that the best possible component to add to a benefit night at a local bar packed with acoustic music was a bake sale, and I – inexplicably and against my nature and better judgment – volunteered. (My altruism may have had something to do with wanting to play with the Kitchen Aid standing mixer my groom’s party bought us as a wedding gift.)

    A dozen dozen cookies, half-a-dozen lead sheets, and half a half-dozen loads of laundry later, and it’s 4am. Music starts at our event in a mere 16 hours. I still have not had a proper rehearsal for myself, and I just hours ago realized I don’t have another set of my preferred strings (a particular issue since I just broke one).

    Goodnight.

    Monday Evening Remainders

    My ass was firmly planted on the lazy-train this weekend. I watched a lot of movies and listened to a lot of music in my collection that I’ve been inexplicably neglecting (notably Andrew Bird; how in god’s name did I ignore that one?).

    Anywho, all of which is to say that I wasn’t ready with links this morning. Boo-freaking-hoo.

    Graphic Design Blog’s list of 45 Creative Blog Designs will make your head spin (although I note that a lot of those huge headers would push the content below the fold on my laptop). Moradito, Kulturbanause, and Matt Bernstein are favs.

    A look at the present realm of reader revenue from the charmingly named “Newspaper Deathwatch.”(via @journalistics)

    I wouldn’t have assumed my journalism degree would be obsolete quite so soon. At least I’ll always have my hard-won college lap dancing skills to fall back on.

    (Don’t knock them, that’s what convinced E to marry me.)

    I really enjoyed this list of web ways to learn through play, via Philly blogger Akkam’s Razor.

    Here’s a list of the top 42 “Content Marketing” blogs. It’s not definitive by any means, as exemplified by alternate sources provided in the comments – notably, the Ad Age 150 and AllTop’s Content Marketing Page. (via @ritubpant)

    The echo chamber of marketing blogs can make me a little nauseous when they’re all trying to reinvent writing with every post when posts are barely 500 words long. I chatted a little more about what I refer to as the “epiphany epidemic” in a comment on Danny Brown’s post “Why Mediocre Blogging Can Still Be Great.”

    For posts that go beyond sound-bite to actually make you think, check out the killer “What Twitter & Facebook Can Learn from Phish at Mashable, a social media workflow at the consistently smart P Morgan Brown, performing a social media audit from regular read Overcommunicated, and the two-part The Future of Influence post at Colorado Business Mag. (PMorgan via @kimwood; CBM via @TobyDiva/@ThomasFrey)

    Want to break out of the echo chamber? PodCamp Philly is an unconference on social and emerging media, or, in their words, “for anyone interested in podcasting, blogging, video-casting and social media.” Which, um, hello, that’s me. Everyone I’ve ever spoken to who has attended has amazing things to say about it. It’s on October 3 and 4 for just $20.

    I think that’s enough remainding for the time being. I’m off to a #blamedrewscancer meeting in NoLib.

    Why I #blamedrewscancer, Intermission (a)

    I’m not quite ready to be done with my story of jumping out of a plane to Blame Drew’s Cancer.

    You see, I promised this girl I used to have a big crush on that I would write something “epic,” and now I have Drew on the edge of his seat.

    It seems like a good time for an intermission.

    From inside of the planning of Blame Drew’s Cancer events I can lose sight of why we’re planning. It isn’t for fun, even though we’re having fun. It isn’t for Drew, even though we’re all behind him. It is to get people talking about cancer out loud, to raise money to benefit LiveStrong, and to create a network of support for cancer battlers and survivors, and their families.

    Every time I start to forget that, I am reminded of the changes Drew’s efforts are making in Philadelphia. People are blaming cancer everywhere I go, which means they’re talking about cancer. Not about cancer “victims” or “losing” the battle to cancer. No. They are blaming it. Making it a villain. Recognizing its impact while marginalizing its power.

    They are beating it.

    Here’s a partial list of the people who I’ve witnessed blaming Drew’s cancer in the last few weeks:

  • Larry Mendte, former anchor of CBS3 news
  • The chair of my events committee at work
  • Fox29 Good Day Philadelphia
  • A guy on the elevator wearing a LiveStrong band
  • The Philadelphia CityPaper
  • Local sports fan Joe In Philly
  • The team at LiveStrong
  • My good friend Ariel, as his friend Baylor, sitting on a SEPTA bus
  • Author Tara Hunt and the entire Whuffaoke crew
  • Gina’s boyfriend Wes
  • My mother

    Yes, my mother. When I mentioned Drew to her she knew just who I meant, which was a wonderful seugeway for mentioning that I had jumped out of a plane. “You know, with Drew. To blame cancer.”

    She was totally into it. Italian mother guilt averted! To quote:

    If you do anything that involves raising money for charity you can count on support from me. Keep me posted, and give Drew a hug from your nurse/mom.

    Drew, prepare for a really fierce Italian mom hug by-proxy tomorrow at LiveStrong night at Lucky Strike Lanes while you’re knocking down pins/cancer.

    (ps: You should come too! Tomorrow, Thursday, July 30, at Lucky Strike Lanes, 13th & Chestnut. 20% of proceeds benefit LiveStrong all day if you mention LS or Blame Drew’s Cancer, plus $20 a strike and $10 a spare starting at 7pm courtesy of Level 3 Media.)

  • Tuesday Morning Tech Links

    I flag a lot of techie links, as if I’m going to go and use 39 how-tos or 87 productivity tools right there on the spot. That’s not how it works. You tuck that information away for when you need to look back on it. And a scattering of bookmarks across my five different computers is not a good tucking method.

    Hell, even cloud bookmarking doesn’t really do it – for me a bookmark is for a page (in a book or on the web) I know I will come back to at a specific time. This sort of thing is more open-ended.

    Luckily, I have the ultimate in permanent memory technology – a nearly decade-old blog.

    Elise has been doing a lot of CSS work lately, which is an area of web design where I’ve fallen behind. Thus, I love this Getting Started with CSS guide, which is packed with 20 starter tools. (via @mayhemstudios)

    Handy list of the 22 most useful free apps for your PC. At the beginning I was like – um, duh – but as it continues it will surely slip you a surprise or two. (via @robangeles)

    In a similar vein, 30 open source apps for web designers is a litany of code- and image- editors and FTP apps that I’ve never even heard of before. (via @bkmacdaddy)

    I sometimes have a blank moment where I’m futzing with my server can’t remember exactly what I’m supposed to be doing with my .htaccess file, and the next time I have that moment I’m going to re-read 16 Useful htaccess tricks.

    If you are several dozen levels of “Internets Wizard” higher than that, perhaps you’d be intrigued by the Ultimate Round-Up of Fireworks Tutorials. I have Fireworks now, but what I haven’t had is time to level up my skills in it.

    If you or someone you know is still Twitter-averse or a Twitter-virgin, they should refer to the mammoth Ultimate Guide for Everything Twitter, which covers just about any question you could conceive of. (via @Sharonhayes)

    Alternately, for the power-user, how about a guide to how to use twitter when you follow several-thousand people? Around 300 I felt hopelessly lost, and started searching for an external app to sort people into groups. This article takes a more organic approach. (via @danavan)

    Finally, not really a tech link, but it appeals to this same crowd: What to include in your design contracts.

    Why I #blamedrewscancer, pt. 3

    (Read Part 2)

    It is just past 2:30 on Saturday afternoon.

    The bodies of Drew and his tandem partner are framed by stunning cerulean blue from the open hatch of the plane. Drew’s tiny, thickly-accented videographer has just tipped herself out of the plane.

    Drew leans his head back against the shoulder of his partner.

    “Three.”

    “Two.”

    I do not hear “one.” Their bodies arch out of the open side of the plane, dwindling quickly from view, as my tandem partner duck-waddles us closer to the hatch.

    I jump next.

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    Drew accepted my pledge to get involved with Blame-a-Thon with zero hesitation, despite the fact that he didn’t know me from Adam. Actually, he had never met Britt in person before either, and hadn’t known Mikey for all that long. Only Chris, his co-host from Best Damn Tech Show, was a long-term friend.

    His entire project team had been recruited via Twitter. A day later I found myself equipped with an official BlameDrewsCancer email address, pitching ideas and drafting documents.

    So much for taking a break from event planning. That had lasted all of five weeks.

    If the scope of Blame-a-Thon started big, then the ideas behind the scenes were gargantuan. We were reaching out to huge sponsors – businesses I’d never before dreamed of contacting as an individual. And, more and more events found their way onto the schedule – LiveStrong night at the Phillies, karaoke, bowling, sponsored evenings at National Mechanics and Buckhead Saloon, and maybe even a night at a local comedy club.

    In any other organization I’d be wary of stretching too thin, but BlameDrewsCancer was the inverse. Every time we added another seemingly-insane item to our list, more resources and support emerged from the Twitter community. The pace of blaming and donations (all benefiting our partner LiveStrong) kept increasing.

    Through our non-stop conversations I suddenly had a crew of best friends that I barely even knew. I even bought a new phone after a year of waffling just so I could stay in touch with all of their manic happenings.

    My windfall of awesome new people is actually part of Drew’s end-game for the charity – he wants to use his experience with cancer to show people battling cancer (and their friends and families) that they can build their own dynamic systems of support through tools like Twitter, and then convert that system into the real world. In fact, Drew wants to help them do it.

    Somewhere in there, we started to talk about skydiving. Chris and Mikey had done it before, and I mentioned wanting to tag along on their next trip. Britt said she was game. If Drew wanted to skydive, we could do it as a team, with our final member Amanda acting as ground control.

    This is what impresses me the most about Drew, and about Blame Drews Cancer. Drew didn’t necessarily want to skydive. I at no point got the impression that it was something on his “bucket list” of things to do just in case cancer got the best of him. In fact, the idea of it occasionally seemed to send him into a panic attack.

    Skydiving was an extreme, scary thing to do, and it seemed to me that Drew wanted to do it – fear and all – just to shove it in cancer’s face. He would pitch himself – cancer and all – out of a plane at an altitude of 15,000 feet to prove that Drew has cancer, but cancer doesn’t have Drew.

    We picked a date. On Saturday, July 18 – a day after my six month wedding anniversary – I would leap out of a plane and hope to land all in one piece.

    Whuffaoke or Bust

    I don’t have it in me to articulate today’s adventures quite yet, but:

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    Whuffaoke is a country-spanning karaoke tour based out of one amazing winnebago. They are also some of the sweetest people I have ever met. Over the course of seven hours I sang “Video Killed the Radio Star,” “Since U Been Gone,” “Semi-Charmed Life,” “Time Is Running Out,” “Don’t You Want Me,” and – amazingly, as I’ve never performed it before – “Here We Go Again” by Whitesnake.

    In addition to not having it in me to articulate, I think I may have also lost the power of speech.

    Whuffaoke continues on Monday at 13th and Sansom at 5pm sharp. Be there.

    What I Tweeted, 2009-07-26 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week.

    Quotes of the week:

    People go rote w/pitches so easily. You have to think like a musician – the song has to have a hook every time. #journchat in reply to PRtini #

    Would I rather keep watching this movie, or gnaw off my own leg to escape a bear trap? #

    This day looked easy, but it totally wasn't. It's like an evil Decepticon disguised as something innocuous, like a trash can or a calculator #

    "Ah, yes. I remember that summer. He was a roadie for WhiteSnake, I was a back-up singer for Boyz II Men."-Veronica Mars (That one kills me) #

    Highlighted topics/conversations: broken model of record industry / cryingwolf & bad attitude on social networks / hating Benjamin Button / urinal dreams and murderous gay neighbors / songwriting and Whuffaoke

    You should follow me on Twitter so you can read my tweet action as it happens.

    Read more…

    Why I #blamedrewscancer, pt. 2

    (Read Part 1)

    It is Saturday, at 2:30 in the afternoon. After a brief flight, our plane has reached its apex.

    Now it is time to dive out of it.

    Drew contemplates the open doorThe friendly chatter of the BlameDrewsCancer team falls away as the tiny cabin bustles with activity. Each of our tandem partners checks to make sure we’re completely winched together.

    Then, before I realize it is happening, the plexiglass door over the hatch is slid entirely open, and Chris and his partner are duckwalking to the very edge of the floor. They tip out, into the blue, quickly disappearing from sight.

    Drew is sitting next to me. I look him in the eyes, but I don’t think it registers. He will be the next to jump.

    I find that, unexpectedly, I am completely calm.

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    On Monday, June 29, I met Britt outside of our office, and we took off for New Jersey to meet with Drew.

    I had read up on the BlameDrewsCancer phenomenon, but I couldn’t say I completely understood the point of it. All I knew was that Britt was in charge of this mysterious Blame-a-Thon event, and that I had volunteered to take notes for her so she could stay focused on her dialog with Drew.

    Otherwise, I was in the dark. Blame Drew’s Cancer was just a meme to me. I had never even sent an @-reply to Drew.

    We converged on Applebees for our meeting. Me being me, I had never been inside of one before, and wasn’t entirely sure what sort of food they sold. I advertised the fact to Drew, a stocky, tattooed, slightly-imposing man in a baseball jersey.

    Great, I thought. Way to endear yourself to the intimidating guy with cancer by advertising your never-ending weirdness.

    Thirty minutes later the five of us – Drew, his friends Chris and Mikey, and Britt and I – were seated and eating. The following exchange kicked-off our meeting:

    Britt: I brought charts!

    Drew: I brought cancer!

    This, I learned quickly, was par for the course with Drew – and a running theme of BlameDrewsCancer. Drew was sick of cancer being an unspoken “c-word.” He talked about his cancer loudly and without reservation, and welcomed questions.

    Drew was fresh from chemotherapy, and Britt quizzed him on the details over salad. Yes, he had a permanent port in his body for the chemo, so the drugs wouldn’t burn his skin. No, it wasn’t too uncomfortable, but he wasn’t allowed to get any more tattoos while he was in treatment.

    As we got into the thick of the meeting I took furious notes on the scope of the event. It would be huge. 24 hours of party, half of it at Philly’s venerable North Star Bar. We would need to coordinate live video streaming of the entire event. The band Stroke 9 was reportedly working on a Blame Drew’s Cancer theme song. Drew was now an official partner of LiveStrong, in a story set to break later that week on outlets like AOL and CNN – until then the news was embargoed.

    In Drew’s words, we should “Think big.” When Mikey jokingly fired back, “Big like Tom Hanks,” Drew responded, “Sure, if you think you can get in touch with him.”

    It was at that moment that I began to understand what Drew – and, by extension, BlameDrewsCancer – was actually about. It was about a no-holds-barred rebranding of cancer as something you could talk about, get support for, and live through. Really live.

    Drew was only intimidating in that he had ideas with no boundaries, and he was looking for people to help realize them. By the time we headed back to our cars, I knew that I wanted to be one of those people; I had to be involved with Blame-a-Thon in a capacity more meaningful than just taking notes.

    I did not suspect that “involved” would involve jumping out of a plane.

    Why I Blame Drew’s Cancer, pt. 1

    It is just shy of 2:30 in the afternoon on Saturday, and I am sitting on the floor of an airplane small enough that – sans wings – could fit into my living room. There is a parachute-bearing man named Rob strapped to my back.

    Drew & Crew, In Flight #1Around me sit four other twenty-somethings, each with a parachute-equipped man affixed to their person. Together, we watch through the open hatch on the side of the plane as first the airport slips away, then trees, then clouds.

    Suddenly, we are in unmitigated blue.

    I’ve known these people for less than three weeks, but in just a few minutes I’ll be jumping out of a plane with them to Blame Drew’s Cancer.

    I momentarily debate my sanity.

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    This story starts in my cubicle at work, of all places.

    I had just exited a meeting about social media with Britt, a colleague, but not a direct co-worker. Back in my cube, we had a rapid-fire conversation.

    “So,” Britt interrogated, “You blog, but you aren’t on Twitter?”

    “I grabbed my username, but I’m not using it for anything.”

    “I think you would like it.”

    “But it’s just a never-ending Facebook status.”

    “Try it. Try it for a week.”

    “Britt, I don’t do anything halfway. If I try Twitter I’m going to insist on being the best at Twitter. That’s how I am.”

    “Good.” She left me with a wink. “Try it.”

    I’ve already unfolded the story of my Twitter addiction, as well as my visit to a meeting of the Social Media Club of Philadelphia. However, neither could prepare me for my next plunge.

    It started innocently enough – I received via a Twitter acquaintance an invite to an event charmingly titled “Blame-a-Thon.” 24-hours of live blaming and live music on 9/9/9, all for charity? I didn’t really understand what it was about, but I love charity events, and I love live music.

    I shot off a quick message to the organizer to see if he needed any help connecting with bands, and I got a prompt reply – that I should connect with the director of the event: Britt at BlameDrewsCancer.

    Britt? Like, my work Britt? The same Britt?

    Yes, yes, and yes.

    Another rapid-fire conversation with Britt ensued. (As it turns out, all of our conversations are rapid-fire). The Blame-a-Thon was being thrown by BlameDrewsCancer. Had I seen that hash tag on Twitter? I had, but hadn’t completely understood it … dozens of people blaming things, both serious and ironic, on someone’s cancer? Seemed a little cheeky.

    Britt said I ought to read up on BlameDrewsCancer, and invited me to tag along to her first meeting with the eponymous Drew to discuss the event.

    I read up. Drew is a true digital native – a plugged-in, gagdet-wielding dude who hosted The Best Damn Tech Show. Period, blogs, twitters, and works at a tech startup. Just a month prior, his doctor diagnosed him with Stage 3 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.

    A lot of people would go to a negative, frightened place with this news – especially in the first month of their diagnosis. Not Drew. Drew decided that in order to beat cancer, he had to beat up on cancer. He had to make it the bad guy, the loser, the asshole. In his own words:

    I’ve been blaming my cancer for everything. Lost keys, wallet, Phillies losing. Sixers picking a bad coach. Twitter going down and/or being slow.

    Surely cancer can’t withstand that type of beatdown. But why do it alone? I wanted to welcome ANYONE to blame ANYTHING on MY cancer. … I have cancer, but cancer doesn’t have me

    Less than 60 days later, close to 10,000 unique Twitter users had blamed something on Drew’s Cancer. That evening, I watched the number creep up on BlameDrewsCancer.com.

    I was amazed by Drew’s story, and intrigued to hear about his upcoming Blame-a-Thon. I called Britt back and told her I was in for the meeting.

    Little did I know what I was truly “in” for.

    above the clouds

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    What I Tweeted, 2009-07-19 Edition

    My best and most-interesting tweets of the last week (including extensive skydiving coverage).

    Read my tweets they happen by following me on Twitter.

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    nothing but rock

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    Rocking Midair

    (I was the third skydiver out of a blame plane filled with the organizers of #blamedrewscancer’s upcoming Blame-a-Thon on 9/9/9.)

    tweeting and flying like birds

    I’m presently two miles away from the Pennridge airport, the site of today’s insanity. (see also: last night and this morning)

    You can follow along live on twitter up ’til jump time with me or our ground controller amanda nan, or the #blamedrewscancer crew: drew, schmidtultra, mikeyil, & brimil.

    I know I have yet to explain why I am jumping out of a plane with the #blamedrewscancer crew. That’s another story entirely. Monday. Seriously.

    I’ll check back in after I’ve flown.

    Broadcasting live for 12for12k!

    The internet had the chance to see and hear the first ever live web concert of my original songs and familiar covers, plus help to raise donations for Unicef’s Believe in Zero campaign for 12for12k

    My 12for12k Setlist with demo downloads (if available)…

    Like a Virgin – Madonna
    Small & Lonely
    Icy Cold
    Saving Grace (w/Paris monologue)
    Shake It Off (w/ “Shake Your Body” outro)
    Since U Been Gone – Kelly Clarkson
    Something Real
    High & Dry – Radiohead (per Danny Brown’s request of Fake Plastic Trees)
    Bucket Seat (an Arcati Crisis song)
    Real You
    Man In the Mirror – Michael Jackson (cried on every chorus – WTG, rock star)
    Granted
    Love Me Love Me Not (an Arcati Crisis song)
    Space Oddity – David Bowie

    Also, a few I planned to play but cut (or just forgot)…
    What It Is
    Unengaged
    Gone Baby Gone

    For people who watched and said they’d be interested in buying a CD (a) you are wonderful, and (b) download what you will and make a donation to this month’s charity, Unicef’s Believe in Zero. As a bonus, you can also grab my duo’s most recent Live @ Rehearsal album.

    Also, we had a high of 40 unique users in the room at one time, so that’s what I donated ;)

    Watch and chat live now with 12for12k

    If you aren’t the sort of person who masochistically books their Mondays right down to the last minute you might want to drop in on some 12for12k video events prior to my big video streaming debut tonight at midnight EST.

    Just visit tinychat.com/12for12k to catch the following:

    7.00pm est – Charity Panel with John Haydon, Joe Waters, Nicole D’Alonzo, Stacey Monk, Gabe O’Neill, and Danny Brown.

    8.00pm est – Live music from special guest (TBA).

    9.00pm est – Special section with the Looking Glass Lane girls.

    10.00pm est – Comedy hour with Amanda Beals and New York comedy troupe, with an appearance from Wendy Liebman!

    11.00pm est – Special adult hour with Avatar Koo reading short stories of erotic fiction.

    Midnight est – Live music from me!

    Midnight to 4.00am est – Special hosting from Iggy Pintado, author of Connection Generation.

    TinyChat is a simple, old-school style web chatroom with the added bonus of audio/video chat from those who have it enabled. You can still watch and chat even if you don’t have a cam.

    12for12k is effectively a charity of the month club – they seek out worthy organization with low administrative costs every month, and then spend the entire month spreading the word to raise donations.

    Social networking makes this not only possible, but plausible. Instead of evangelizing to the web at least every month, 12for12k can aspire to having 12,000 (or more!) subscribers who chip in a $1 via paypal every month. It’s small change for one person, but $12,000 makes a big difference for the charity of the month.

    I hope you’ll support 12for12k’s virgin videothon by dropping in for a few minutes, and follow them on Twitter to keep up with the charities they select for the rest of the year.

    The Gospel of Network Agnosticism

    Being “Network Agnostic” is a practice I’ve been preaching over the past few months as my business and personal lives converge on social networking.

    It’s a simple concept: don’t let the technology dictate your content, and make sure your content adapts across multiple technologies.

    While the concept is simple, the ensuing conversation is huge. How worried should an individual be about the permanence of their social network content? How responsible is a marketer to keep their business connected with users across a host of different networks?

    Here are a few thoughts on the matter.

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    Social Content Isn’t Forever

    Imagine the following scenario:

    You spend years adding content to a free social network. Links, blogs, photos, videos – anything. The network gets popular, gets acquired or goes public, and the features begin to change – sometimes for better, and sometimes for worse.

    You eventually migrate to another network, and a few years later you receive a curt eviction notice via email. Turns out, everybody left, and the network isn’t financially viable anymore. Now your content will disappear in a matter of months – evacuation is now or never.

    The first half of that example probably sounds familiar – I could easily be describing Facebook or MySpace.

    If you think the second half is just hyperbole then you were never a GeoCities user.

    GeoCities was the best way to get a free website off the ground in 1996, and even in 2000 it was still in the game. Now the clock is ticking on that content – it’ll all disappear by the end of the year.

    This isn’t a very dire example. GeoCities was always FTP-based, so it was easy to create your own content mirror. Plus, it was crawlable, so your content is cached at Archive.org. If you created something awesome on GeoCities, chances are you could evacuate it before the impending network apocalypse.

    Next time you might not be so lucky.

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    Social Networks Constantly Reinvent a Similar Wheel

    Friendster was the first prominent Social Network in America. Now it doesn’t even factor into the domestic conversation – 90% of its use comes from Asia.

    People didn’t know that in 2003, so they gamely wrote their bios and uploaded their photos on Friendster. Many of those people migrated to MySpace, where they posted more photos and wrote on a ton of walls. A lot of that same crowd also started to use FaceBook, where they posted yet more photos, wrote on a whole new network of walls, and penned pithy third-person status updates.

    For a single user the musical chairs of social networks can be mildly annoying. Do you even have your own copy of those photos? Do you really feel like hunting down all of those high school classmates again?

    For a business or a band, annoyance transforms to hindrance. Those 10k fans or 100k plays you mustered up on MySpace? You just have to do them again on FaceBook, Twitter, and whatever comes next. And, as people migrate away from networks that are on the decline, you lose a hard-won audience that was once captive.

    Not only that, but you’re putting in time on content that is invisible to many current and potential customers! Social Networks don’t get crawled and archived the same way as typical websites. They are closed loops, by design. That means limited traffic from outside the network, limited benefits from search engine crawling and long-term page rank, and no easy way to export your content in aggregate.

    The only solution is to stop treating each network as the be-all and end-all of your online life, whether you’re a person or a brand. You need to diversify. You need to be network agnostic.

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    Case Study: The Twitter Titanic

    The hottest social network of the moment is Twitter. After many months of mushrooming growth the micro-blogging platform hit the zeitgeist like a wrecking ball – even on Oprah. Suddenly, everyone and their mother was on Twitter – literally!

    Individuals and businesses are in a hurry to have a conversation, but will that conversation have any value in five years, or even six months?

    As more and more people pile on to Twitter, there are more demands made of the network. It isn’t fast enough. It needs a better search feature. Can we get threaded conversations? What about groups? A post archive would be nice, and so would an export feature.

    All of it would be nice, but that doesn’t mean it will occur.

    Twitter currently operates with no revenue model. It’s run by the brains behind Blogger, who have been there before, and they learned from past lessons. Twitter is purposefully lithe, farming out feature development to apps mining their API. Facebook made itself more addictive by doing the same thing – allowing outsiders to code apps, spawning legions of waring zombies and mafiosos.

    Still, open-source doesn’t equal impervious-to-obsolescence. Twitter could easily fizzle like Friendster or fall slowly from favor like MySpace. Every titanic has an iceberg.

    When the iceberg hits, what happens to your followers? What about your favorite conversations?

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    The moral of the story (so far):
    the sky isn’t falling, but there’s a strong chance of rain

    Here’s what this argument is not.

    It is not suggesting that you ignore the online sea change that is social networking. It is not saying all Social Networks are unreliable. It is not about being sparse or overly-protective of your content. It is not downplaying the value of personal connections.

    It is encouraging you to be nimble, to rely on some (intentionally) redundant content, and to remember that you get what you pay for. It is reminding you that strategy comes before technology, and that connections come before objectives.

    Two years ago we were all on MySpace. Last year we were all on Facebook. Today we’re talking about Twitter. In two years it’s going to be something else. There’s only so much the networks are (or can be) responsible for our content, and the responsibility we have to them is to accept that and be willingly mobile.

    Your content strategy can extend across multiple technologies. A intriguing Tweet can also be a FaceBook discussion or the inspiration of a blog. You can host your own snapshot and share it on other networks instead of uploading it separately to each of them. Your users can connect with you across multiple networks, via email, or with profiles on your own site, so that they don’t slip away when a network goes south.

    That is network agnostiscm.

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    This a big topic – so big that it took me two months of note-taking to even arrive at this post.

    This is just a fraction of what I hope it can be part of a lasting conversation about what we can do as responsible bloggers and communicators to make sure our content doesn’t become obsolete.

    I’m very interested in your comments, further examples, or rebuttals.

    Addicted to Twitter: Pt. 3 – How to keep tweeting?

    After two weeks of daily tweeting Twitter still wasn’t quite a habit. I understood why I was tweeting, what to tweet, but I didn’t feel like I was tweeting effectively.

    I had found interesting folks to read and my own niche to write about, but I was at a loss at how to stay organized and interesting while I continued to accumulate follows and followers.

    It was getting a little overwhelming. That was driven home by my participation in #blogchat, a weekly series where dozens of Twitter users have a live conversation by hash-tagging their posts as “#blogchat” – making them easily found via search. They were certainly easy to find – hundreds of them. I barely had time to hit reload before a whole new page of thoughts got tweeted out.

    I had to find a better way!

    Here’s where technology can be helpful. Twitter is a basic interface that doesn’t offer much aid when it comes to managing the flow of information, but its open API allows for plenty of developer interaction.

    What does that mean to you and I? That there are a bevy of user-developed desktop and web apps that do all the things that can’t be done on Twitter.com. They’re more than a value-add – they’re essential to get the most of Twitter once you follow more than a few dozen people, and a must if you plan to use it as a platform for interaction or marketing.

    There are three cross-platform big hitters that are worth investigating:

    .Read more…

    As week three closed, I was finally feeling in-control of my tweeting, and that solidified my addiction to Twitter.

    Is that all there is to the Twitter story? Definitely not! There is more to say about effective ways to find followers, developing tweet-friendly content, and using Twitter for networking and marketing. As I keep tweeting I’ll continue to touch upon those topics on CK.

    Until then, be sure to follow me on Twitter to experience a multi-dimension Krisis.