Creek Jots 2010-01-08
I Have Less and Less to Say
This may bring a sigh of relief to some. In aggregating my blog archives back to spring 2002, I find monthly word count averages in 2003 of 25 to 30k each month. In 2009, it was more like 3k a month. Why? Because I’ve gotten most of my grampa tales and viewpoints out there now; I’m far more distracted by and writing for those community involvements I hoped the early writing would lead to; and I’m acutely aware of a limited number of keystrokes orthopedically. MacSpeech arrives in a day or two.
Leading a Horse to Water
I suggested Basecamp as an organizational communications tool. Me and my big mouth. Now I’m tasked with offering answers to questions the membership for the most part have not asked. It’s like teaching freshman biology: no, they are not dying to know the intricacies of photosynthesis and you have to make them see why they should want to understand it. I suggested members spend 10 minutes watching 3-4 very short, concise, easy to follow video tutorials. Almost nobody did. So I’m trying to figure the best alternative presentation live at the next board meeting. Basecamp truly is a very useful tool; it will take someone becoming a committee chair to force them to drink the water and discover they might have been drinking all along.
Sarcasm, Irony and Polite Snarkiness
I find myself on the side of more than a few points of view that seem increasingly to result in strident radio talk show diatribes or email responses consisting of all caps and mostly typos. Treat yourself and read this articulate and genteel-ish reply in WaPo by Gene Weingarten called RANdom CAPITALizATION and other secrets of angry letter writing!!!!!!!
What’s That You Say?
The dog spooked in the wee hours, cowering beside the bed like he does when a smoke protector, cell phone low battery or chat message notification comes in. I listened intently to hear what it might be. Ah, there it was: a high pitched squeal, constant, almost inaudible it was so high and shrill. But no: that was just my occasional tinnitus. There’s an app for that. Music therapy ‘may help cut tinnitus noise levels’.
That’s All I Have to Say ‘bout That
I think another reason I write less these days is because blog readers read less. The dwell time on any particular blog post is far less than it takes to read it. My visit logs bear that out. (I lost most folks at the word Basecamp above.) So more and more, I write less and less for public consumption and more and more for my own idea-and-opinion archival purposes and as a kind of retrievable writer’s notebook. Fragments is not the interactive “front porch conversation” it once was. I have the sense that I ought not “blog while Rome burns” but when posts move towards controversial if factually-based environmental topics, fewer readers come, dwell time constricts even more. Blogging as solipsist ego-gratification. Is that what it is? If I thought so, I won’t be putting 3k words into it. I know you’re out there, mom.