Radiate your ideas. Influence.
I have been sharing my thoughts online for ages.
Most people are none the wiser as a result. In my case blogging has been like shouting into a cave.
But the thing about an echo is that it takes time - the speed of sound - to hit the reflective surface and come back to you.
But it can reflect and deflect infinitely.
Just because you have human lug holes doesn't mean there isn't a more subtle reception device out there.
Think of bats.
Now think of your waxy ears.
Bats.
You.
Bats.
You.
Ok.
You got the point. The internet is the ultimate listening and detection tool.
The squeaks and roars you protest into the ether never truly disappear.
I'm not only talking about drunk photos of you on your Facebook page.
I'm talking about your musings in social media.
Your Facebook entries.
(Hair on hair contact spreads cooties by the way).
The connections between Twitter and Facebook.
When you begin to use web 2.0 and the cloud you begin to leave a gossamer thread across the sky.
In your own words.
In the words of others.
You as a creator.
You as curator. It's complex.
My advice (for what it is worth) is simple: be yourself. Of late many of my remarks have been about politics.
Hey - we had a general election.
I am grateful that I live in a democratic society.
I'm also kind of pissed off that almost most people didn't bother to cast their vote.
A million non-voters in an adult population of maybe 2.5? That is a disgrace.
The big issue is the subject.
But the point is that I simply express my own thoughts.
I try not to criticize people who disagree with my opinions.
I try to listen - and when I hear things that make sense I adapt my own perspective or ask new questions of myself and the people who influence me.
(Which reminds me of something Emerson said "whoso would be a (man) must first be an independent.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds). I encourage you to blog.
Most of us won't attract a big audience - why read my ramblings if you watch a cute cat on YouTube?
But you will be gathering your thoughts.
When I look back at my remarks over three years ago I remember how much I despised Michael Cullen and Helen Clark.
I knew we were in trouble when the New Zealand National Government's best solution to what we now call the GFC was a cycle track proposition and the re-introduction of knighthoods. But making a record of your thoughts is a good thing.
Even if you change your mind.
Sometimes my old thoughts persuade me to change my mind. Today I despair.
I'm gutted.
But there is always hope. There is always tomorrow.
When you're a bit stuffed - you'll look up from your hospital bed (or deathbed - whatever) and you'll see the web you spun.
It will, if you are lucky, say:
'That was some life'.
Live it.
(And don't worry about agreeing with me. I get things wrong all the tome). ups to Charlottes Web's author for the final thought.
Most people are none the wiser as a result. In my case blogging has been like shouting into a cave.
But the thing about an echo is that it takes time - the speed of sound - to hit the reflective surface and come back to you.
But it can reflect and deflect infinitely.
Just because you have human lug holes doesn't mean there isn't a more subtle reception device out there.
Think of bats.
Now think of your waxy ears.
Bats.
You.
Bats.
You.
Ok.
You got the point. The internet is the ultimate listening and detection tool.
The squeaks and roars you protest into the ether never truly disappear.
I'm not only talking about drunk photos of you on your Facebook page.
I'm talking about your musings in social media.
Your Facebook entries.
(Hair on hair contact spreads cooties by the way).
The connections between Twitter and Facebook.
When you begin to use web 2.0 and the cloud you begin to leave a gossamer thread across the sky.
In your own words.
In the words of others.
You as a creator.
You as curator. It's complex.
My advice (for what it is worth) is simple: be yourself. Of late many of my remarks have been about politics.
Hey - we had a general election.
I am grateful that I live in a democratic society.
I'm also kind of pissed off that almost most people didn't bother to cast their vote.
A million non-voters in an adult population of maybe 2.5? That is a disgrace.
The big issue is the subject.
But the point is that I simply express my own thoughts.
I try not to criticize people who disagree with my opinions.
I try to listen - and when I hear things that make sense I adapt my own perspective or ask new questions of myself and the people who influence me.
(Which reminds me of something Emerson said "whoso would be a (man) must first be an independent.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds). I encourage you to blog.
Most of us won't attract a big audience - why read my ramblings if you watch a cute cat on YouTube?
But you will be gathering your thoughts.
When I look back at my remarks over three years ago I remember how much I despised Michael Cullen and Helen Clark.
I knew we were in trouble when the New Zealand National Government's best solution to what we now call the GFC was a cycle track proposition and the re-introduction of knighthoods. But making a record of your thoughts is a good thing.
Even if you change your mind.
Sometimes my old thoughts persuade me to change my mind. Today I despair.
I'm gutted.
But there is always hope. There is always tomorrow.
When you're a bit stuffed - you'll look up from your hospital bed (or deathbed - whatever) and you'll see the web you spun.
It will, if you are lucky, say:
'That was some life'.
Live it.
(And don't worry about agreeing with me. I get things wrong all the tome). ups to Charlottes Web's author for the final thought.
