The “random” part of the “random discourse.”
This isn’t exactly an invasion of privacy — not quite. It compiles everything about you on social media sites. (So try not to post drunk pictures of your self.) The creepy thing is that anyone can track you and you’ll never know it.
Although I have quite a public presence online and have worked on that, my real personal life is not to be found online. I’ve worked on that too.
In 10 years, the real luxury will be not being found.
Another post in my disjointed look at small publishing.
I have a backlog of writing/business/marketing podcasts I listen to when driving or washing the dishes. Or cleaning. (I’ve found I can’t listen while working on the computer since most of my computer-time involves writing and reading.)
This podcast was an Internet radio show that interviews publishing experts and this guest was an expert in marketing for small publishers or authors (either/or). I haven’t read any of his books, but one of them is on my “buy” list. He was discussing building newsletter lists and how marketing today is all about building relationships with your customers. He has a newsletter list of 10,000 subscribers and feels he has developed a relationship with them.
Not only is he a far more popular guy than I currently am, I wonder how he thinks he has a relationship with 10,000 people he’s never met.
Why does this statement bother me?
One author/blogger wanted to buy her name as a domain, but it was “taken by a hooker in Vegas.” What’s funny is that I know this “hooker.”
If I were the author, I’d look into some sort of promotional stunt. Why not? Having a sexy blonde schilling for you works for beer companies. If I find an escort called Amanda Brooks, I’m definitely sending her an email. (If I were to return to escort work, I’d use another name. I like defined boundaries.)
There is another Texas Golden Girl out there — I’m not sure if she’s commented here or emailed me. I believe so (or I may be confusing her with another person). At least she doesn’t have any issues with me living my life online.
There really isn’t any point to this post, it’s just me watching people bump into each other online.
Drawback: spilling tea on my new white robe while sitting at the computer. I share Ted Striker’s drinking problem.
Plus: though I like to get out of the house, I still consider time in a (clean) robe time well spent. Days where I never have to put on pants or shoes are good days.
(I’ll never make it as a sex icon. I’m such a slob.)
In an interview with the founders of California Pizza Kitchen, a Newsweek article revealed their #1 business-success secret. Hold on to your hats, folks, it’s gonna be a shocker: they were really well capitalized.
In other words, to make money they needed money — lots of it.
I know this is a revelation to all those out there who hope to make a go of it without any money behind them or believe in the power of prayer to run a business, but it might not be so shocking to anyone who has actually tried to run a business.
In the same issue a few pages later was an article gushing about this obscene yacht built by the guy who used to run HP. What’s the message?
Money makes the world go round.
PS: This is a toss-off post, I’m swamped right now and this has been sitting in my admin panel for a couple months now. I found the story hilarious in a way the journalists never intended. I’m sure it’s on the Newsweek site, but I’m not feeling like digging for links at the moment.