I’m Not a Newspaper

 

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You should know that I don’t have an editor or a fact checker, and when breaking news happens I’m usually busy giving somebody a bath.

You should know that I’m not a journalist, nor do I aspire to be one.  I don’t care about the “spin” or the lede, and I’m terrible at capitalizing on any tragedy by posting immediate, SEO friendly posts.  It’s truly a miracle that I have the traffic that I have, since I write with no business savvy whatsoever.

I’m grateful for those of you who visit regularly like you would a paper or online magazine – especially since I write no “how-to’s”, or clue you in on any celebrity gossip.  I will sometimes mention a research result, a political fact, or an update on a news item – but it will most likely be with a link to an article that will give you more information than I ever could.

The truth is, I don’t have much practical take away here.

I don’t even have a “genre” that I stick to.

I want you to expect not to know what to expect when you come here.

I am multi-faceted and expansive, just as you are.

As this blog has grown, I have thought about where I want it to go.  I have been approached about how to morph my platform, define my niche, and grow it into a money maker. I am soon heading to a series of conferences, where I will be overloaded with business cards, asked about what this space is, and inevitably think about my professional goals.

Though I’m branching out personally, I don’t have any plans on changing this space.

It will stay the same spot that you visit to find no useful information.

I will remain a story teller…

and an opinionated expert on nothing.

There will be little fact.

When disaster strikes, I may or may not write about it.

When the healing starts, I probably will.

I don’t write the news.

I don’t want to.

I write humanity.

Yours and mine…

and that’s how it will stay.

 

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More of Jenni Chiu’s Twitter rules.

 

 

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Perhaps you are new to Twitter and do not know these rules.

Perhaps you have been using Twitter for a long time, but have ignored all my other posts about how to use Twitter like a cool person.

These are some of my rules.

They are made up.

They are totally true.

 

  • You may only promote your blog/website/product a total of five times in any 24 hour period.  A good rule of thumb is to tweet your link once to the morning crowd, once to the afternoon crowd, and once to the evening crowd.  Then, if your feeling extra shameless, you get two extra tweets to creatively bait me to visit.
  • If you fill my stream with personal attacks against another social networker, you give all of us permission to find you when you’re sleeping and write “petty” on your face with a Sharpie.  Only mar when willing to be marred in return.  You also give us permission to write “not Tom” on your face, so people don’t get confused.
  • You may only post pictures of what you’re eating if you grew it yourself, killed it yourself, made it for your long lost lover, or cooked it with your feet.  Another exception would be any meal that cost over $100, because I like to see food with diamonds in it.  Also, if your using your food as foreplay… then I’d like to see before and after pictures.  Other than that, I don’t need to see a snapshot of your half eaten ham sandwich.
  • It’s okay to complain SOMETIMES… but make it somewhat entertaining, people.
  • You may only use Twitter as your personal therapist if you send me $125 each time.  Twitter will tell you your smart, funny, beautiful, and worthy… but not if you keep asking.  (Please note: you only have to send me (not everyone) $125 – in which case, I will absolutely make you feel better about yourself.)
  • If you have never used Twitter to tell a joke, share a funny animal photo, have the public vote on your new hairstyle, or ask medical advice – you’re using it wrong, or are a robot and will soon be banned.
  • If you only tweet in Portugese, I will not follow you.  I am not Portugese.
  • If you tweet hate you will get thumb herpes.

And this last Twitter rule is important for businesses using Twitter as part of their marketing plan, as well as individuals.  You’ve heard me say it before, but it bears repeating:

  • Every time I follow someone, and three seconds later I receive an impersonal auto DM with a thank you, a pitch, and a link -

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Save the pandas, Twitter.

 

Pinterest, I want you back.

Almost a year ago…

before anyone knew Pinterest

we had a love affair.

We burned white hot for a couple weeks.  I was a pinning maniac for FOURTEEN WHOLE DAYS.

But alas, I got bored.

I did not fully understand how multi-faceted it could be.

Perhaps I let my personal baggage get in the way.  I had just gotten out of a bad relationship with Posterous.

And now, eleven months later, here I am at the social media dance and everyone is dancing with my ex, Pinterest!  I see you all out there… twirling around with your crafty boards… recipe boards… taking an abundant interest in Pinterest.

If this is part of Pinterests’ plan to make me jealous…

it’s working.

You’re using it in ways I never thought of.

It’s just one step closer to becoming a collective consciousness, and I don’t want to be left out!

It doesn’t matter if you’re a mom, a fashionista, a business, a blogger, a marketer – you’re all chomping at the bit.

Even Reese Witherspoon loves my ex!

I see you all flaunting your love on Twitter and facebook.

Zuckerberg, don’t think I haven’t noticed your pins, buddy.

I look at my archaic cork board in my kitchen, and my eyes fill with tears.

I want you back, Pinterest!

I didn’t know what I had when I had it!

Let’s blow this social media dance, just you and me, and stay up late pinning.  If you’re good, I’ll show you some urban home designs I’ve found.  I’ll even pin food if you want, and you know how I hate to cook.

So all you pinners out there -

I’m coming for you.

I hope you like my sloppy seconds, because I’m back in the game.

But don’t worry…

It’s highly possible that I can be talked into sharing.

Big Love was one of my favorite shows.

As long as I get to be First Wife.

 

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Blogger popularity contests are the new skinny jeans.

 

Ahhh, skinny jeans… we wanted to buy into you.  We wanted the promise of “skinny”.  We saw you everywhere, so clearly you must’ve been awesome, popular, and oh so worth it.  But why oh why were the majority of us just left feeling… uncomfortable.

If you’re active in the social media scene, I’m sure at some point lately you’ve read a post, or a tweet, or facebook status by a blogger asking you to vote for them for… something.  All you have to do as a loyal friend or reader is visit whatever website has nominated them, and click the “vote” or “thumbs up” next to their name.  And you can even vote once every single day.

These “contests” are different than Top Fifty lists that are put together by actual editors of an online website.  Those are opinions of the editors or committee and those bloggers are chosen by a number of factors.  I’m talking about the contests that ask the public to decide.

I did one of these once, and I can’t blame bloggers for getting caught up in it.  Who doesn’t want to be recognized for their writing, and opinions, and time and effort?  Only about 5 percent (completely made up statistic) of bloggers are actually going to make a living at it, so why not get a little pat on the back every now and then? Who wouldn’t want to make it on the list of  Ten Funniest Bloggers?

Top Twenty Daddy Blogs?

Hot Housewife Bloggers?

Most Fashionable?

Top Ten Bloggers Who Have Shoulder Length Hair?

Most Popular Female Satirical Bloggers Who Own Chickens?

It’s getting out of control.  I’m starting to get the skinny jean feeling about it. You know, lots of hype, made to look good, wear it with anything, everyone then wants in on it… and only very few benefit.  These websites that nominate bloggers (or let bloggers nominate themselves), are just using bloggers to pull in traffic. A majority of these contests are held on websites with no real significant cache or exposure, and if everyone on a list of 100 bloggers gets fifty people to visit every day and vote, that’s huge traffic.  The website gets lots of clicks – the blogger gets nothing.

Bloggers end up hounding their friends and family for votes.  It often escalates into a barrage of tweets and updates begging for everyone to go vote EVERY DAY.  But unfortunately, the prize for making it to the top of one of these lists is most often nothing – not even a little spike in website traffic.  If it were a contest where the winner wins a good amount of cash, a contract, a job, or a large donation to a charity – that would be a different story.

Plus, a blogger that watches their name rise and fall in one of these “popularity” contests often starts to feel less and less, well… popular.  Just like squeezing into those skinny jeans can make one feel much less skinny.  The top three bloggers on that list look awesome – everyone else looks like a loser.  The supermodel population looks great in skinny jeans – the rest look like sausage.

And let’s face it, begging every single day for people to vote for you can make you feel icky.  Much in the same way that sitting or crouching in skinny jeans does for your gut and crotch.

If you’re not already popular, these contests do nothing for you.  The A list blogger can mention briefly ONCE that they were nominated for this or that list and soar to the top.  There’s also that small percentage of people that can slip into skinny jeans, pair it with a relaxed but flattering top, the right pair of calf high boots and look stunning.  The rest of the population is left trying to be trendy while hiding their muffin tops, tugging at their camel toe, and staring at their mary jane flats wondering why their ankles look so small while their feet look so big.

A lot of bloggers are starting to catch on.

So let’s hope that these popularity contests, just like skinny jeans…

are already going out of style.

 

Keep your tongue out of my Internet.

Remember this post – Think For Me. Thank you. - where I asked you to pick from my incomprehensible notes on what I should write about?  Some of you picked one in the comments, some of you over Facebook, and a lot of you on Twitter.  Thank you for taking pity on a swollen pregnant woman and thinking for me.

I have come to one conclusion:

You are perverts.

The clear winner from the poll was this note right here:

Keep your tongue out of my Internet

Now, I swim in the social media ocean every day.  I’ve built a lot of relationships online, and would say that over 85% of my communication with the world is done digitally.  But part of the reason I like this digital world so much is because I can feel close to you guys without having to BE close to you guys.  It’s the perfect little place for someone with social anxiety.

I know I tell you all that I love you – because I do.

But I feel no physical attraction to you… well, most of you.  I do not need or want to know what your tongue feels like.

I’m serious.

Japanese scientists (leave it to the kinky Japanese) are exploring the idea of “tactile communication” over the Internet.  In fact, they have developed a machine that could allow people to French Kiss through their computers.

The idea is that long distance couples can use it to feel close to one another.  I, however think it would most likely be used by people who are not in relationships and can’t find people to french kiss them in real life.  It would be like Chat Roulette only grosser.

Right now scientists are still in the beginning stages, and the prototype looks ridiculous… but it’s functional, and could become a reality very soon.

* The news of this actually broke a few months ago.  I can’t believe none of you told me about it.

 

I love the Internet.

Keep your tongue out of it.