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Lured by a Bot: Hootsuite's Timed Autoposts

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Chatbot

The other day someone I fol­lowed on Twitter posted a se­ries of questions.

He was asking for a di­a­logue on a con­tem­po­rary issue weeding through the garbage of rhetoric. Close to the end of his ques­tions, I began to feel he was disin­gen­uous be­cause he was asking and not lis­tening nor interacting.

He ended the se­ries of ques­tions with: “Ha ha! In case any­body thinks they were having a con­ver­sa­tion, my tweets from 10:05 — 10:35 were all pre-scheduled ear­lier with Hootsuite.”

I not only un­fol­lowed him but I blocked him.

We are told Twitter is about en­gage­ment, about in­ter­ac­tivity, about participation.

Hoot­suite says:

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Pro­vide rich, nour­ishing con­tent to your fol­lowers at any time of day using the Hoot­Suite tweet sched­uler. Pre-schedule any­thing you like, from radio pro­gram­ming to birthday well-wishes. Or, tweet live!

and one can see a timed tweet that is a birthday post or some­thing of that sort might be useful. But what’s the point of a se­ries of timed posts? At the very least such posts should say ‘au­to­posted via hoot­suite (or some­thing)’ so others don’t or aren’t in­clined to in­teract with a bot. Per­haps I over-responded but the ex­pe­ri­ence of talking to a bot was humiliating.

In the posters de­fense — he came back later and per­son­ally replied but by that time I was dis­gusted by the ma­nip­u­la­tive use of the de­vice as well as his con­trol of the ‘con­ver­sa­tion’ so I blocked and unfollowed.

As the gods say: ‘I will Not Be Toyed With!”

How can there be any­thing posted to Twitter than cannot wait for the author’s ac­tual pres­ence? What are we doing with autoposts?

How do you feel about au­to­posting? Why? What’s to be gained? Do you autopost?

Re­lated post:

I Chat, There­fore I Am…

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'God's Away on Business': Patient Advocacy

Waiting for spring

Easter flowers: A gift to me from Maryann’s husband

God­damn there’s al­ways such
a big temp­ta­tion
To be good, To be good
There’s al­ways free cheddar in
a mouse­trap, baby
It’s a deal, it’s a deal
God’s away, God’s away, God’s away
On Busi­ness. Busi­ness. ~Tom Waits

I’ve been thinking about my good friend Maryann who died last Jan­uary of lung cancer. I re­call her sit­ting across from me on my back deck the pre­vious Au­gust talking about the di­ag­nosis and what to do. She spoke of her frus­tra­tions with doc­tors, her dis­gust with the or­deal. Keep in mind she was in good spirits, nev­er­the­less. She was a strong woman.

I felt com­pas­sion and a great need to sup­port her in some way. I wanted so much to help them (both she and her hus­band) through this time. I said as much that af­ter­noon. I said, ‘If there’s any­thing I can do.’

While she was hos­pi­tal­ized after her first surgery, I helped as much as I could main­taining her garden and re­searching in­for­ma­tion on the web. One evening her hus­band asked if I would be in­ter­ested in be­coming his wife’s ad­vo­cate. Nei­ther one of us was re­ally sure what that would mean. But in the be­gin­ning it meant being her friend through this. Which of course I was.

Over the course of time, I rode in the back of the car as the two of them drove to hos­pi­tals and doc­tors’ of­fices. In the be­gin­ning we trav­eled for chemo, later for ra­di­a­tion and later still hos­pice. In every case a doctor would ask who I was and when they told them I was both their friend and Maryann’s ad­vo­cate, the doctor would shake my hand and talk to me as he would a family member.

I al­ways ar­rived with note­cards and pen filled with my ques­tions, their ques­tions. Later in the morning I filled the cards with the doctor’s an­swers and comments.

Every morning from the back of the car I’d start with the ques­tions ‘Any­thing new? Any­thing we need to ask? Any­thing I don’t know about?Any events we wanted to mention?’

They were both quiet then her hus­band would ex­press some con­cerns while Maryann re­mained silent. So I would ask Maryann specif­i­cally what has been both­ering her the most, what is­sues, what frustrations.

Over the course of time I would show up with re­search ar­ticle ref­er­ences from the web. I wasn’t a doctor, of course. I just wanted to un­der­stand the treat­ments and look around for the pos­si­bility of some­thing new or un­tried. The doc­tors never minded. They were al­ways pa­tient. And once I found a treat­ment ar­ticle that ac­tu­ally de­ter­mined a way to move for­ward. I was ner­vous about it be­cause that was too much for me to take on. But the doctor said they had been waiting for that very article.

I al­ways felt my­self a member of the treat­ment team. But I want to back­track here. Go back to the time in the car when Maryann said she wasn’t so sure she wanted treat­ment. Her hus­band and I were silent. That was our first visit to the chemo doc. And the first thing I asked the doc out loud? Is treat­ment re­ally worth the side ef­fects in this case. He gave us the stats and said he felt, yes, she would ben­efit from treatment.

Home. On my own. Thinking to my­self: if I say any­thing I alter the course of treat­ment. I would in­flu­ence where we go. I thought long and hard about lung cancer. Gen­er­ally 6 months after di­ag­nosis. And Maryann never smoked. I won’t give you de­tails. I don’t need you to second guess the treat­ment options.

But I asked a close friend. We have sev­eral who are docs. He spoke openly about hope and hope’s in­flu­ence on treat­ment — how spec­tac­ular loss of hope can be. He spoke of fam­i­lies and how they feel they need to be the raison d’être and want to feel their love is enough to keep someone going. He said life is worth some­thing. It is cer­tainly worth fighting for.

This is how her hus­band felt, too. But I was Maryann’s ad­vo­cate. What should I do or say. I was hoping I would have to say nothing. But that wouldn’t happen as we plopped down in­side the car on our way again to the doctor’s of­fice. OK, Maryann said. How do you feel about it? Treatment?

But I couldn’t be the reason to give up. I couldn’t be. I said what about your chil­dren and grand­chil­dren and the people who love you. Is it worth a gander? Is it true that if we de­cide in our minds it’s use­less it is. So the con­trary might be true?

But, I said, I’m not com­fort­able. How do you feel? I’m with you no matter what. And she said this is how everyone she had spoken to an­swered her. Go for, it. And she did.

As it turned out, the cancer had spread to her brain. And after ra­di­a­tion to the brain — she stroked. Three weeks later in hos­pice, she died.

That was this time last year. And yet, de­spite all of the bad news along the way both she and her hus­band gave me hugs and gifts and took me for break­fasts and lunches and spoke grat­i­tude. I ask my­self why. I couldn’t save her. I didn’t de­serve any gratitude.

A year later I now re­alize it wasn’t my job to save her. It was my job to share with her / them. My job through friend­ship to lighten the load. I was an­other pair of eyes and ears. I was someone to talk to, a dis­tancer, a friend in­side the dark circle who made the dark circle still friendly. I was a neighbor in a place where no one else knew them. I al­lowed them to feel familiar.

I didn’t go to the fu­neral. I stayed at the house preparing things and waiting for folks who did at­tend the fu­neral to ar­rive for lunch. That way the family was able to at­tend. It wasn’t for weeks after that my hus­band in­sisted he take me to the ceme­tery to see the grave. It was Valentine’s Day. There was a steamy rose over the grave — the snow melted about it. I saw what I as­sumed were her husband’s foot­steps leading up to the rose. Of course. He left it.

The rose looked so lonely. And silent. I cried for the first time. In the end it wasn’t, I know this now, my job to save her. It was as it was in the be­gin­ning when we first began the journey, my job to be her friend.

Have you had ex­pe­ri­ences sim­ilar to this, ad­vo­cacy ex­pe­ri­ences of any type you’d like to share? I would love to hear from you.

Thanks, Barb

Dogs

Introducing Big Guy and Little Guy

You’ve heard me talk about them often enough. Well @suzemuse on Twitter had a post that in­spired me to share a mov with you. Big Guy is Bret. He’s an Eng­lish Setter. Little Guy is Pico. He’s a Coton de Tulear.  Here they are in ac­tion :)



Art

Avatar: Dances with JakeSully

Fi­nally got to see the film, Avatar. We cer­tainly will see it again. The next time in 3D. Re­ally — the whole point is the move­ment into the body and eyes of the avatar. So looking through those eyes is like looking through 3D glasses. It makes sense. And the con­cept works for me: a real con­tem­po­rary tech­nology ex­ample of form and content.

The film is gor­geous. Pan­dora is gor­geous and the an­i­ma­tion truly out­standing. It is a volup­tuous ex­pe­ri­ence for the eyes and ears.

For the mind, the story is a bit ‘echo-ish’ — in the sense that tech­nology zooms into a whole, bi­o­log­i­cally pan­the­istic world where all things are con­nected via a bi­o­log­ical network.

Sounds a bit like ‘Dances with Wolves.’ (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099348/) And it was. To­tally. The vi­sual metaphor of the Na’vi was akin to na­tive Amer­i­cans, horses, war trill, and ar­rows. Jake Sully is adopted by the Na’vi when they dis­cover he is a ‘war­rior.’ In­deed, Jake Sully must earn his place and learn the tribal ways. In the end, he also be­comes a source of be­trayal. The cav­alry does attack.

Still, I was with it; so beau­tiful and mythic in its grandeur.

Until … well, think meta-gaming. You don’t want to throw your users out of the game, right? Re­member games like that? Back in the Zork days: or,  Flight Sim­u­lator? Chances are the user will not return?

Fic­tion is like that, too. Co­leridge calls it the ‘willing sus­pen­sion of dis­be­lief.’ Au­thors need to write in a way that keeps readers in­side the cre­ated world, even if it that world is fan­tasy. The writer’s job is to make readers be­lieve that world is pos­sible  or to make them willing to ‘sus­pend their dis­be­lief’ that it is not.

What was the breach for me? I was trying to hold it to­gether as the plot thinned with the war/marine/machine. But the phrase ‘Shock and Awe’ threw me out of the film. What was a beau­tiful and sad fan­tasy be­came a cheap po­lit­ical crack.

Everyone ‘got’ what the film does. Tech­nology versus na­ture, ob­jec­ti­fi­ca­tion versus par­tic­i­pa­tion, war versus love. But that crack made the film at that point about one thing: America in Iraq. And be­lieve me, as a com­plete metaphor, it doesn’t work.

So, in the end, the plot did not com­pletely serve the film’s end. But worth­while? Major YES. Going again? Yes! Watching the 3D ver­sion? Amen! Bring on the glasses.

Just Sayin'

Have you said 'Happy Holidays' to your neighbor?

My sister no­ticed that our brother’s fire­place had photos of his house­mates but not of him. So she arranged for a photo op and she had some photos made of him for the mantel and of her­self with him so she could have a Christmas photo of her­self with our brother.
There’s nothing un­usual about this sce­nario other than our brother is se­verely disabled.
And, my sister is our brother’s guardian. Our brother, like the rest of us, has lost his mother. But, his con­di­tion makes him ex­tremely vul­ner­able and re­quires that others look after him. Years ago people with our brother’s lim­ited ca­pa­bil­i­ties were in­sti­tu­tion­al­ized and forgotten.
There was a feeling that such people were not re­ally human. Their brains were ‘all wrong’ and for the sake of us all they should be placed in a cell until death do us part.
That was until our mother, having given birth to two sons with this problem, saw fit to show the way. She demon­strated that people like our brothers WERE people. That the con­nect be­tween their person hood and their bodies’ ex­pres­sive na­ture as de­fined by mo­bility had been some­what sev­ered. Yet still they lived in­side there. Real human beings.
She also demon­strated that the po­ten­tial of these par­tic­ular human be­ings was un­known. And she sur­prised doc­tors by teaching our brothers to walk and eat and par­tic­i­pate in the world around them.
In­sti­tu­tion­al­iza­tion was stopped. And, as an aging parent, our mother helped de­vel­oped ‘com­mu­nity living arrange­ments’ so that our brothers could re­side as far as pos­sible within the com­mu­nity. Com­mu­nity living would allow them a normal life and par­tic­i­pa­tion in the world and would allow the world to come to know them.
Per­haps there’s a ‘CLA’ in your neigh­bor­hood? Per­haps you could get to know them? Here’s a hol­iday hint: you could sing Christmas carols out­side their window, arrange for a therapy dog to visit, supply the house with tickets to a garden or a mu­seum so they could have an outing. You could vol­un­teer to help build a garden in their yard.
The greatest gift would be to rec­og­nize them for who they are and wel­come them into your neighborhoods.
Do you know your neighbor?

DK345webMy sister no­ticed that our brother’s fire­place had photos of his house­mates but not of him. So she arranged for a photo op and she had some photos made of him for the mantel and of her­self with him so she could have a Christmas photo of her­self with our brother.

There’s nothing un­usual about this sce­nario other than our brother is se­verely disabled.

And, my sister is our brother’s guardian. Our brother, like the rest of us, has lost his mother. But, his con­di­tion makes him ex­tremely vul­ner­able and re­quires that others look after him. Years ago people with our brother’s lim­ited ca­pa­bil­i­ties were in­sti­tu­tion­al­ized and forgotten.

There was a feeling that such people were not re­ally human. Their brains were ‘all wrong’ and for the sake of us all they should be placed in a cell until death do us part.

That was until our mother, having given birth to two sons with this problem, saw fit to show the way. She demon­strated that people like our brothers WERE people. That the con­nect be­tween their person hood and their bodies’ ex­pres­sive na­tures as de­fined by mo­bility had been some­what sev­ered. Yet still they lived in­side there. Real human beings.

Our mother also demon­strated that the po­ten­tial of these par­tic­ular human be­ings was un­known. And she sur­prised doc­tors by teaching our brothers to walk and eat and par­tic­i­pate in the world around them.

In­sti­tu­tion­al­iza­tion was stopped. And, as an aging parent, our mother helped de­vel­oped ‘com­mu­nity living arrange­ments’ so that our brothers could re­side as far as pos­sible within the com­mu­nity. Com­mu­nity living would allow them a normal life and par­tic­i­pa­tion in the world and would allow the world to come to know them.

Our brother is very lucky to have a loving sister and family to visit and watch over his needs. But the truth is many se­verely dis­abled people have no rel­a­tives. They are left alone after their par­ents die.

Per­haps there’s a ‘CLA’ in your neigh­bor­hood? Per­haps you could get to know them? Here’s a hol­iday hint: you could sing Christmas carols out­side their window, arrange for a therapy dog to visit, supply the house with tickets to a garden or a mu­seum so they could have an outing. You could vol­un­teer to help build a garden in their yard. You could also drop off some cd’s or films for their house-bound fam­i­lies to share.

Go ahead. Knock on the door and ask how you can par­tic­i­pate in making the res­i­dents wel­come in the community.

The greatest gift would be to rec­og­nize them for who they are and wel­come them into your neighborhoods.

Do you know your neighbor?

Contemporary Events

A Call of Christian Conscience?

Man­hattan De­c­la­ra­tion: A Call of Chris­tian Conscience

When I was in the 4th grade I made my first Holy Com­mu­nion at St. John’s in Philadel­phia.  I at­tended public school be­cause my family could not af­ford Catholic school but did at­tend for cat­e­chism lessons. There was a re­quire­ment which was that I at­tend the Catholic school for 1 week prior to my com­mu­nion and on the Monday morning after. I was very proud of my­self. And I loved my new white dress with veil.
After my first con­fes­sion on Sat­urday and my first holy com­mu­nion on Sunday, I again re­ceived com­mu­nion on Monday morning and after church made my way back to Longfellow El­e­men­tary school. Wearing my beau­tiful white dress. I didn’t change be­cause I had to go di­rectly to school. With 1) a note of why I was ab­sent and 2) my­self. I thought my teacher would con­grat­u­late me on my Com­mu­nion and let me tell the class about my dress. Instead,
My 4th grade teacher read the note and made a big X through it. She then marked the at­ten­dance book with 5 ½ un­ex­cused ab­sences. Holy Com­mu­nions were not rea­sons to miss school. Then she asked me about my dress and hearing that it was my com­mu­nion dress she sent me home — to get changed. I was em­bar­rassed and crying when I changed and my mom ex­plained that some people just didn’t like Catholics.
And back I went, feeling hu­mil­i­ated of course but not as hu­mil­i­ated as I was going to feel. For some reason the teacher de­cided to read the Bible to the class after first  pointing out that it was the King James ver­sion and that there were no other le­git­i­mate ver­sions and then calling me up to read from the Bible to the class.
Catholics didn’t read the King James ver­sion of the Bible. They read the Douay-Rheims ver­sion. Which she well knew. But pun­ishing me seemed to be her af­ter­noon goal.
This is years later. I re­call that event now be­cause I am upset about The Man­hattan De­c­la­ra­tion. I am op­posed to any­thing ex­e­cuted by gov­ern­ment in the name of re­li­gion. If you want my vote ex­plain to me in non re­li­gious terms why I should follow along. Oth­er­wise you are mixing re­li­gion and state.
We sep­a­rate re­li­gion from state for a reason. My own ex­ample is a small ex­ample of what hap­pens if we do not main­tain the sep­a­ra­tion. After all, who’s re­li­gion will be the rec­og­nized re­li­gion? Re­member, that Obama could be a Muslim was a scare tactic used by the Re­pub­lican / Chris­tian right during the pre­vious elec­tion. There is no reason why Obama should not have been a Muslin. And when I was a kid everyone feared the Pope would ac­tu­ally take the reigns of the United States if John Kennedy were elected pres­i­dent. I want to pub­lish here Kennedy’s point of view:
quote:
While the so-called re­li­gious issue is nec­es­sarily and prop­erly the chief topic here tonight, I want to em­pha­size from the outset that we have far more crit­ical is­sues to face in the 1960 elec­tion: the spread of Com­mu­nist in­flu­ence, until it now fes­ters 90 miles off the coast of Florida; the hu­mil­i­ating treat­ment of our pres­i­dent and vice pres­i­dent by those who no longer re­spect our power; the hungry chil­dren I saw in West Vir­ginia; the old people who cannot pay their doctor bills; the fam­i­lies forced to give up their farms; an America with too many slums, with too few schools, and too late to the moon and outer space.
These are the real is­sues which should de­cide this cam­paign. And they are not re­li­gious is­sues — for war and hunger and ig­no­rance and de­spair know no re­li­gious barriers.
But be­cause I am a Catholic, and no Catholic has ever been elected pres­i­dent, the real is­sues in this cam­paign have been ob­scured — per­haps de­lib­er­ately, in some quar­ters less re­spon­sible than this. So it is ap­par­ently nec­es­sary for me to state once again not what kind of church I be­lieve in — for that should be im­por­tant only to me — but what kind of America I be­lieve in.
I be­lieve in an America where the sep­a­ra­tion of church and state is ab­solute, where no Catholic prelate would tell the pres­i­dent (should he be Catholic) how to act, and no Protes­tant min­ister would tell his parish­ioners for whom to vote; where no church or church school is granted any public funds or po­lit­ical pref­er­ence; and where no man is de­nied public of­fice merely be­cause his re­li­gion dif­fers from the pres­i­dent who might ap­point him or the people who might elect him.
I be­lieve in an America that is of­fi­cially nei­ther Catholic, Protes­tant nor Jewish; where no public of­fi­cial ei­ther re­quests or ac­cepts in­struc­tions on public policy from the Pope, the Na­tional Council of Churches or any other ec­cle­si­as­tical source; where no re­li­gious body seeks to im­pose its will di­rectly or in­di­rectly upon the gen­eral pop­u­lace or the public acts of its of­fi­cials; and where re­li­gious lib­erty is so in­di­vis­ible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all.
For while this year it may be a Catholic against whom the finger of sus­pi­cion is pointed, in other years it has been, and may someday be again, a Jew— or a Quaker or a Uni­tarian or a Bap­tist. It was Virginia’s ha­rass­ment of Bap­tist preachers, for ex­ample, that helped lead to Jefferson’s statute of re­li­gious freedom. Today I may be the victim, but to­morrow it may be you — until the whole fabric of our har­mo­nious so­ciety is ripped at a time of great na­tional peril.
Fi­nally, I be­lieve in an America where re­li­gious in­tol­er­ance will someday end; where all men and all churches are treated as equal; where every man has the same right to at­tend or not at­tend the church of his choice; where there is no Catholic vote, no anti-Catholic vote, no bloc voting of any kind; and where Catholics, Protes­tants and Jews, at both the lay and pas­toral level, will re­frain from those at­ti­tudes of dis­dain and di­vi­sion which have so often marred their works in the past, and pro­mote in­stead the Amer­ican ideal of brotherhood.
That is the kind of America in which I be­lieve. And it rep­re­sents the kind of pres­i­dency in which I be­lieve — a great of­fice that must nei­ther be hum­bled by making it the in­stru­ment of any one re­li­gious group, nor tar­nished by ar­bi­trarily with­holding its oc­cu­pancy from the mem­bers of any one re­li­gious group. I be­lieve in a pres­i­dent whose re­li­gious views are his own pri­vate af­fair, nei­ther im­posed by him upon the na­tion, or im­posed by the na­tion upon him as a con­di­tion to holding that office.
I would not look with favor upon a pres­i­dent working to sub­vert the First Amendment’s guar­an­tees of re­li­gious lib­erty. Nor would our system of checks and bal­ances permit him to do so. And nei­ther do I look with favor upon those who would work to sub­vert Ar­ticle VI of the Con­sti­tu­tion by re­quiring a re­li­gious test — even by in­di­rec­tion — for it. If they dis­agree with that safe­guard, they should be out openly working to re­peal it.
I want a chief ex­ec­u­tive whose public acts are re­spon­sible to all groups and ob­lig­ated to none; who can at­tend any cer­e­mony, ser­vice or dinner his of­fice may ap­pro­pri­ately re­quire of him; and whose ful­fill­ment of his pres­i­den­tial oath is not lim­ited or con­di­tioned by any re­li­gious oath, ritual or obligation.
This is the kind of America I be­lieve in, and this is the kind I fought for in the South Pa­cific, and the kind my brother died for in Eu­rope. No one sug­gested then that we may have a “di­vided loy­alty,” that we did “not be­lieve in lib­erty,” or that we be­longed to a dis­loyal group that threat­ened the “free­doms for which our fore­fa­thers died.”
And in fact ‚this is the kind of America for which our fore­fa­thers died, when they fled here to es­cape re­li­gious test oaths that de­nied of­fice to mem­bers of less fa­vored churches; when they fought for the Con­sti­tu­tion, the Bill of Rights and the Vir­ginia Statute of Re­li­gious Freedom; and when they fought at the shrine I vis­ited today, the Alamo. For side by side with Bowie and Crockett died Mc­Caf­ferty and Bailey and Carey. But no one knows whether they were Catholic or not, for there was no re­li­gious test at the Alamo.
I ask you tonight to follow in that tra­di­tion, to judge me on the basis of my record of 14 years in Con­gress, on my de­clared stands against an am­bas­sador to the Vat­ican, against un­con­sti­tu­tional aid to parochial schools, and against any boy­cott of the public schools (which I have at­tended my­self)— in­stead of judging me on the basis of these pam­phlets and pub­li­ca­tions we all have seen that care­fully se­lect quo­ta­tions out of con­text from the state­ments of Catholic church leaders, usu­ally in other coun­tries, fre­quently in other cen­turies, and al­ways omit­ting, of course, the state­ment of the Amer­ican Bishops in 1948, which strongly en­dorsed church-state sep­a­ra­tion, and which more nearly re­flects the views of al­most every Amer­ican Catholic.
I do not con­sider these other quo­ta­tions binding upon my public acts. Why should you? But let me say, with re­spect to other coun­tries, that I am wholly op­posed to the state being used by any re­li­gious group, Catholic or Protes­tant, to compel, pro­hibit, or per­se­cute the free ex­er­cise of any other re­li­gion. And I hope that you and I con­demn with equal fervor those na­tions which deny their pres­i­dency to Protes­tants, and those which deny it to Catholics. And rather than cite the mis­deeds of those who differ, I would cite the record of the Catholic Church in such na­tions as Ire­land and France, and the in­de­pen­dence of such statesmen as Ade­nauer and De Gaulle.
But let me stress again that these are my views. For con­trary to common news­paper usage, I am not the Catholic can­di­date for pres­i­dent. I am the De­mo­c­ratic Party’s can­di­date for pres­i­dent, who hap­pens also to be a Catholic. I do not speak for my church on public mat­ters, and the church does not speak for me.
What­ever issue may come be­fore me as pres­i­dent — on birth con­trol, di­vorce, cen­sor­ship, gam­bling or any other sub­ject — I will make my de­ci­sion in ac­cor­dance with these views, in ac­cor­dance with what my con­science tells me to be the na­tional in­terest, and without re­gard to out­side re­li­gious pres­sures or dic­tates. And no power or threat of pun­ish­ment could cause me to de­cide otherwise.
But if the time should ever come — and I do not con­cede any con­flict to be even re­motely pos­sible — when my of­fice would re­quire me to ei­ther vi­o­late my con­science or vi­o­late the na­tional in­terest, then I would re­sign the of­fice; and I hope any con­sci­en­tious public ser­vant would do the same.
But I do not in­tend to apol­o­gize for these views to my critics of ei­ther Catholic or Protes­tant faith, nor do I in­tend to dis­avow ei­ther my views or my church in order to win this election.
If I should lose on the real is­sues, I shall re­turn to my seat in the Senate, sat­is­fied that I had tried my best and was fairly judged. But if this elec­tion is de­cided on the basis that 40 mil­lion Amer­i­cans lost their chance of being pres­i­dent on the day they were bap­tized, then it is the whole na­tion that will be the loser — in the eyes of Catholics and non-Catholics around the world, in the eyes of his­tory, and in the eyes of our own people.
But if, on the other hand, I should win the elec­tion, then I shall de­vote every ef­fort of mind and spirit to ful­filling the oath of the pres­i­dency — prac­ti­cally iden­tical, I might add, to the oath I have taken for 14 years in the Con­gress. For without reser­va­tion, I can “solemnly swear that I will faith­fully ex­e­cute the of­fice of pres­i­dent of the United States, and will to the best of my ability pre­serve, pro­tect, and de­fend the Con­sti­tu­tion, so help me God.
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http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=16920600
Kennedy’s speech and pres­i­dency re­stored my per­sonal sense of self-value. But it also pointed out then the ob­fus­ca­tion and dis­trac­tion these re­li­gious voices cause. Even so today. And these voices take away the rights of some of the people. Ho­mo­sexual re­la­tion­ships are seen as im­moral. And the doc­u­ment uses its re­li­gious standing to take away or de­fine cicil rights: “No one has a civil right to have a non-marital re­la­tion­ship treated as a marriage”
The Man­hattan De­c­la­ra­tion: A Call of Chris­tian Con­science does not argue on the grounds of law and state but on the au­thority of re­li­gion. What it terms a “Chris­tian” re­li­gion. And like my teacher back in the 4th grade it chooses to make laws based on the re­li­gious be­lief of some of the people. Be­cause not all of the people are Chris­tians and not all of the people have re­li­gions. But all of the people are Americans.

When I was in the 4th grade I made my first Holy Com­mu­nion at St. John’s in Philadel­phia.  I at­tended public school be­cause my family could not af­ford Catholic school but did at­tend for cat­e­chism lessons. There was a Cat­e­chism re­quire­ment which was that I at­tend the Catholic school for 1 week prior to my com­mu­nion and on the Monday morning after. That time was in­ten­sive re­li­gious training. I was be­coming an adult. I was very proud of my­self. And I loved my new white dress and veil.

After my first con­fes­sion on Sat­urday and my first holy com­mu­nion on Sunday, I again re­ceived com­mu­nion on Monday morning and after church made my way back to Longfellow El­e­men­tary school wearing my beau­tiful white dress. I didn’t change be­cause I had to go di­rectly to school car­rying a note ex­plaining my ab­sence. I was happy to re­turn. I thought my teacher would con­grat­u­late me on my Com­mu­nion and let me tell the class about my dress.

In­stead, my 4th grade teacher read my mother’s note and made a big X through it. She then marked the at­ten­dance book with 5 ½ un­ex­cused ab­sences. Holy Com­mu­nions were not rea­sons to miss school. Then she told me to go home and change my dress. It was in­ap­pro­priate. I was em­bar­rassed and crying when I changed and my mom ex­plained that some people just didn’t like Catholics.

And back I went, feeling hu­mil­i­ated of course but not as hu­mil­i­ated as I was going to feel. For some reason the teacher de­cided to read the Bible to the class after first  pointing out that it was the King James ver­sion and that there were no other le­git­i­mate ver­sions and then calling me up to read from the Bible to the class.

Catholics didn’t read the King James ver­sion of the Bible. They read the Douay-Rheims ver­sion. Which she well knew. But pun­ishing me seemed to be her af­ter­noon goal.

This is years later. I re­call that event now be­cause I am upset about The Man­hattan De­c­la­ra­tion. I am op­posed to any­thing ex­e­cuted by gov­ern­ment in the name of re­li­gion. If you want my vote ex­plain to me in non re­li­gious terms why I should follow along. Oth­er­wise you are mixing re­li­gion and state.

We sep­a­rate re­li­gion from state for a reason. My own ex­ample is a small ex­ample of what hap­pens if we do not main­tain the sep­a­ra­tion. After all, whose re­li­gion will be the rec­og­nized re­li­gion? Re­member, that Obama could be a Muslim was a scare tactic used by the Re­pub­lican / Chris­tian right during the pre­vious elec­tion. There is no Con­sti­tu­tional reason why Obama should not have been a Muslim. And when I was a kid everyone feared the Pope would ac­tu­ally take the reigns of the United States if John Kennedy were elected pres­i­dent. Protes­tantism was ok but Catholi­cism was not.

Kennedy’s un­der­standing of re­li­gion and country was in­tensely in­sightful. I offer his words here be­cause they were the foun­da­tion of my un­der­standing as a young girl about the re­la­tion­ship be­tween church and state.

While the so-called re­li­gious issue is nec­es­sarily and prop­erly the chief topic here tonight, I want to em­pha­size from the outset that we have far more crit­ical is­sues to face in the 1960 elec­tion: the spread of Com­mu­nist in­flu­ence, until it now fes­ters 90 miles off the coast of Florida; the hu­mil­i­ating treat­ment of our pres­i­dent and vice pres­i­dent by those who no longer re­spect our power; the hungry chil­dren I saw in West Vir­ginia; the old people who cannot pay their doctor bills; the fam­i­lies forced to give up their farms; an America with too many slums, with too few schools, and too late to the moon and outer space.

These are the real is­sues which should de­cide this cam­paign. And they are not re­li­gious is­sues — for war and hunger and ig­no­rance and de­spair know no re­li­gious barriers.

But be­cause I am a Catholic, and no Catholic has ever been elected pres­i­dent, the real is­sues in this cam­paign have been ob­scured — per­haps de­lib­er­ately, in some quar­ters less re­spon­sible than this. So it is ap­par­ently nec­es­sary for me to state once again not what kind of church I be­lieve in — for that should be im­por­tant only to me — but what kind of America I be­lieve in.

I be­lieve in an America where the sep­a­ra­tion of church and state is ab­solute, where no Catholic prelate would tell the pres­i­dent (should he be Catholic) how to act, and no Protes­tant min­ister would tell his parish­ioners for whom to vote; where no church or church school is granted any public funds or po­lit­ical pref­er­ence; and where no man is de­nied public of­fice merely be­cause his re­li­gion dif­fers from the pres­i­dent who might ap­point him or the people who might elect him.

I be­lieve in an America that is of­fi­cially nei­ther Catholic, Protes­tant nor Jewish; where no public of­fi­cial ei­ther re­quests or ac­cepts in­struc­tions on public policy from the Pope, the Na­tional Council of Churches or any other ec­cle­si­as­tical source; where no re­li­gious body seeks to im­pose its will di­rectly or in­di­rectly upon the gen­eral pop­u­lace or the public acts of its of­fi­cials; and where re­li­gious lib­erty is so in­di­vis­ible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all.

For while this year it may be a Catholic against whom the finger of sus­pi­cion is pointed, in other years it has been, and may someday be again, a Jew— or a Quaker or a Uni­tarian or a Bap­tist. It was Virginia’s ha­rass­ment of Bap­tist preachers, for ex­ample, that helped lead to Jefferson’s statute of re­li­gious freedom. Today I may be the victim, but to­morrow it may be you — until the whole fabric of our har­mo­nious so­ciety is ripped at a time of great na­tional peril.

Fi­nally, I be­lieve in an America where re­li­gious in­tol­er­ance will someday end; where all men and all churches are treated as equal; where every man has the same right to at­tend or not at­tend the church of his choice; where there is no Catholic vote, no anti-Catholic vote, no bloc voting of any kind; and where Catholics, Protes­tants and Jews, at both the lay and pas­toral level, will re­frain from those at­ti­tudes of dis­dain and di­vi­sion which have so often marred their works in the past, and pro­mote in­stead the Amer­ican ideal of brotherhood.

That is the kind of America in which I be­lieve. And it rep­re­sents the kind of pres­i­dency in which I be­lieve — a great of­fice that must nei­ther be hum­bled by making it the in­stru­ment of any one re­li­gious group, nor tar­nished by ar­bi­trarily with­holding its oc­cu­pancy from the mem­bers of any one re­li­gious group. I be­lieve in a pres­i­dent whose re­li­gious views are his own pri­vate af­fair, nei­ther im­posed by him upon the na­tion, or im­posed by the na­tion upon him as a con­di­tion to holding that office.

I would not look with favor upon a pres­i­dent working to sub­vert the First Amendment’s guar­an­tees of re­li­gious lib­erty. Nor would our system of checks and bal­ances permit him to do so. And nei­ther do I look with favor upon those who would work to sub­vert Ar­ticle VI of the Con­sti­tu­tion by re­quiring a re­li­gious test — even by in­di­rec­tion — for it. If they dis­agree with that safe­guard, they should be out openly working to re­peal it.

I want a chief ex­ec­u­tive whose public acts are re­spon­sible to all groups and ob­lig­ated to none; who can at­tend any cer­e­mony, ser­vice or dinner his of­fice may ap­pro­pri­ately re­quire of him; and whose ful­fill­ment of his pres­i­den­tial oath is not lim­ited or con­di­tioned by any re­li­gious oath, ritual or obligation.

This is the kind of America I be­lieve in, and this is the kind I fought for in the South Pa­cific, and the kind my brother died for in Eu­rope. No one sug­gested then that we may have a “di­vided loy­alty,” that we did “not be­lieve in lib­erty,” or that we be­longed to a dis­loyal group that threat­ened the “free­doms for which our fore­fa­thers died.”

And in fact ‚this is the kind of America for which our fore­fa­thers died, when they fled here to es­cape re­li­gious test oaths that de­nied of­fice to mem­bers of less fa­vored churches; when they fought for the Con­sti­tu­tion, the Bill of Rights and the Vir­ginia Statute of Re­li­gious Freedom; and when they fought at the shrine I vis­ited today, the Alamo. For side by side with Bowie and Crockett died Mc­Caf­ferty and Bailey and Carey. But no one knows whether they were Catholic or not, for there was no re­li­gious test at the Alamo.

I ask you tonight to follow in that tra­di­tion, to judge me on the basis of my record of 14 years in Con­gress, on my de­clared stands against an am­bas­sador to the Vat­ican, against un­con­sti­tu­tional aid to parochial schools, and against any boy­cott of the public schools (which I have at­tended my­self)— in­stead of judging me on the basis of these pam­phlets and pub­li­ca­tions we all have seen that care­fully se­lect quo­ta­tions out of con­text from the state­ments of Catholic church leaders, usu­ally in other coun­tries, fre­quently in other cen­turies, and al­ways omit­ting, of course, the state­ment of the Amer­ican Bishops in 1948, which strongly en­dorsed church-state sep­a­ra­tion, and which more nearly re­flects the views of al­most every Amer­ican Catholic.

I do not con­sider these other quo­ta­tions binding upon my public acts. Why should you? But let me say, with re­spect to other coun­tries, that I am wholly op­posed to the state being used by any re­li­gious group, Catholic or Protes­tant, to compel, pro­hibit, or per­se­cute the free ex­er­cise of any other re­li­gion. And I hope that you and I con­demn with equal fervor those na­tions which deny their pres­i­dency to Protes­tants, and those which deny it to Catholics. And rather than cite the mis­deeds of those who differ, I would cite the record of the Catholic Church in such na­tions as Ire­land and France, and the in­de­pen­dence of such statesmen as Ade­nauer and De Gaulle.

But let me stress again that these are my views. For con­trary to common news­paper usage, I am not the Catholic can­di­date for pres­i­dent. I am the De­mo­c­ratic Party’s can­di­date for pres­i­dent, who hap­pens also to be a Catholic. I do not speak for my church on public mat­ters, and the church does not speak for me.

What­ever issue may come be­fore me as pres­i­dent — on birth con­trol, di­vorce, cen­sor­ship, gam­bling or any other sub­ject — I will make my de­ci­sion in ac­cor­dance with these views, in ac­cor­dance with what my con­science tells me to be the na­tional in­terest, and without re­gard to out­side re­li­gious pres­sures or dic­tates. And no power or threat of pun­ish­ment could cause me to de­cide otherwise.

But if the time should ever come — and I do not con­cede any con­flict to be even re­motely pos­sible — when my of­fice would re­quire me to ei­ther vi­o­late my con­science or vi­o­late the na­tional in­terest, then I would re­sign the of­fice; and I hope any con­sci­en­tious public ser­vant would do the same.

But I do not in­tend to apol­o­gize for these views to my critics of ei­ther Catholic or Protes­tant faith, nor do I in­tend to dis­avow ei­ther my views or my church in order to win this election.

If I should lose on the real is­sues, I shall re­turn to my seat in the Senate, sat­is­fied that I had tried my best and was fairly judged. But if this elec­tion is de­cided on the basis that 40 mil­lion Amer­i­cans lost their chance of being pres­i­dent on the day they were bap­tized, then it is the whole na­tion that will be the loser — in the eyes of Catholics and non-Catholics around the world, in the eyes of his­tory, and in the eyes of our own people.

But if, on the other hand, I should win the elec­tion, then I shall de­vote every ef­fort of mind and spirit to ful­filling the oath of the pres­i­dency — prac­ti­cally iden­tical, I might add, to the oath I have taken for 14 years in the Con­gress. For without reser­va­tion, I can “solemnly swear that I will faith­fully ex­e­cute the of­fice of pres­i­dent of the United States, and will to the best of my ability pre­serve, pro­tect, and de­fend the Con­sti­tu­tion, so help me God.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=16920600

Kennedy’s speech and pres­i­dency re­stored my per­sonal sense of self-value. But it also pointed out then the ob­fus­ca­tion and dis­trac­tion these re­li­gious voices cause. Even so today. And these voices take away the rights of some of the people. Ho­mo­sexual re­la­tion­ships are seen as im­moral. And the doc­u­ment uses its re­li­gious standing to take away or de­fine civil rights: “No one has a civil right to have a non-marital re­la­tion­ship treated as a marriage”

“The Man­hattan De­c­la­ra­tion: A Call of Chris­tian Con­science” does not argue the issue of human rights on the con­sti­tu­tional grounds of law but on the au­thority of re­li­gion,  a “Chris­tian” re­li­gion. And like my teacher back in the 4th grade it chooses to make laws based on the re­li­gious be­lief of some of the people. For all of the people. Even though not all of the people are Chris­tians and not all of the people have re­li­gions. But all of the people are Amer­i­cans. And all Amer­i­cans no matter their re­li­gion or sex­u­ality are people.

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Dog Walk Nov 21 2009

Nice Day, ac­tu­ally. Lot of late Au­tumn ‘Hangers On’  & Note squirrel watch :) Neigh­boring foot­ball fans (today’s the Ohio State-Michigan game)

Contemporary Events

Lessons Outside Our Lady of Guadalupe

Our Lady of Guadalupe

Our Lady of Guadalupe

I want to create a scene for you. Or, I want to recreate a re­mark­able scene, the­atrical in its co­in­ci­dence. The el­e­ments of this scene come to­gether in a way that demon­strates Jun­gian Syn­chronicity.  I con­tin­u­ally flash back to it, the mo­ment every­thing came together:

While staying in Nuevo Val­larta, I took a tour of Puerto Val­larta. Filled with old ar­chi­tec­ture, bustling with a mix of tourists and ven­dors, res­i­dents, par­tic­i­pants, per­formers and in­dige­nous folks, the tour simply could not en­com­pass the chaos of all we were seeing. Until we stopped at the cathe­dral of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

Story has it that in 1531 the na­tive (in­digeno) Juan Diego came upon a beau­tiful woman who told him she was the Virgin Mary.

“When he told his story to the Spanish bishop, Fray Juan de Zumár­raga, the bishop asked him to re­turn and ask the lady for a mirac­u­lous sign to prove her claim. The Virgin then asked Juan Diego to gather some flowers from the top of Te­peyac Hill, even though it was winter when no flowers bloomed. There, he found Castilian roses (which were of the Bishop’s na­tive home, but not in­dige­nous to Te­peyac). He gath­ered them, and the Virgin her­self re-arranged them in his tilma, or peasant cloak. When Juan Diego pre­sented the roses to Zumár­raga, the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe mirac­u­lously ap­peared im­printed on the cloth of Diego’s tilma. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Guadalupe)”

Our tour guide stood on the Cathe­dral stairs telling us this story as be­hind him stood a statue of the Bishop. His­tor­i­cally Catholi­cism and the an­cient Aztec’s re­li­gion melded in a way to give new birth to the Aztecs after the in­va­sion of Spain. The Aztecs blended their so­cial lives in­cluding their re­li­gion where they could to the sym­bolism of Catholicism.

“In 1611, the Do­minican Martín de León, fourth viceroy of Mexico, de­nounced the cult of the Virgin of Guadalupe as a dis­guised wor­ship of the Aztec god­dess Tonantzin.[16] The mis­sionary and an­thro­pol­o­gist Bernardino de Sa­hagún held the same opinion: he wrote that the shrine at Te­peyac was ex­tremely pop­ular but wor­ri­some be­cause people called the Virgin of Guadalupe To­nantzin. Sa­hagún said that the wor­shipers claimed that To­nantzin was the proper Nahuatl for “Mother of God” — but he dis­agreed, saying that “Mother of God” in Nahuatl would be “Dios y Nantzin.“[19]” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Our_Lady_of_Guadalupe

Edwardo teaches us

Ed­uardo teaches us

As Ed­uardo, our guide, spoke to us, a young in­dige­nous woman climbed the stairs to­ward us with a basket of dolls. Holding one in the air, and with a pleading look on her face, she was selling her wares ap­par­ently to­tally obliv­ious to the na­ture of the scene be­fore her: we, lis­tening to Ed­uardo our tour guide teaching us about the Mex­ican past. And Ed­uardo, who was a bril­liant and won­derful guide, began talking to us not about her as she si­mul­ta­ne­ously climbed the stairs but about who she rep­re­sented — about the 3 mil­lion in­dige­nous peo­ples in Mexico who have not been in­cor­po­rated into the con­tem­po­rary Mex­ican fabric. Cen­turies after the invasion.

Was she pleading to us? Were we the present day Spaniards? Was this an his­tor­ical re-enactment?

I don’t know. But it was re­mark­able. It’s like Coleridge’s ‘Rhyme of the An­cient Mariner’ — a poem about a story the Mariner retells be­cause he doesn’t grasp its sig­nif­i­cance. Though he knows the story has one.

In this case there are two sto­ries: that of the in­vaders and that of the in­dige­nous people. Both coming to­gether on the stairs of Our Lady of Guadalupe.

Social Media

Recreating Deja Vu: New Media Out of Social Cloth

CompuServe trademarked the word 'email' in 1983

Com­puServe trade­marked the word ‘email’ in 1983

Just when I thought Cyber land grew old — it be­came new again. Like the ad: Flash Frozen? When it thaws it’s like it’s fresh again. Thaw times: when I moved from my handy dandy Com­puserve aps to web fo­rums, to web pages, to email lists, reading lists. Then there was Twitter which I em­braced whole-heartedly and si­mul­ta­ne­ously dis­man­tled Barb McMillen’s Site for Sore Eyes and re­placed it with Just Sayin’.
I’ve been reading about So­cial Media and Branding and all the new lan­guage on the web — Face­book, Twitter, Linked In,  And it sud­denly struck me, re­ally, that what I was reading was fa­miliar — very fa­miliar. And I started thinking back to the early days of Desktop Publishing.
The first pub­lishing soft­ware for the PC was in ~1986. Xerox Ven­tura Pub­lisher op­er­ating under the GEM desktop (Jim Hart’s and Eric Weber’s <wave> ) His­tory of VP http://www.dtp-service.com/ventura/ueber_vp/chronicle.html).  At the time, this was the NEW media, the new fron­tier and con­ver­sa­tions grew up about how com­pa­nies had to get their acts to­gether about it. Not only were they going to save money through in-house pub­li­ca­tion BUT out­reach would be fa­cil­i­tated in ways it had not been before.
Rules re­garding the new soft­ware began to co­a­lesce. Com­pa­nies were told by con­sul­tants (who popped out of the ether) to
1) Con­sol­i­date their logo — don’t let branches and de­part­ments within the com­pany de­sign their own logo or alter the cor­po­rate logo.
2) Create a look and feel that’s iden­ti­fi­able for your com­pany. Learn to use the proper type­face — proper jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for formal or in­formal looks, and
3) keep your target au­di­ence in mind.
Com­pa­nies were able to ex­tend them­selves to clients in ways they hadn’t before.
Even­tu­ally all of these pub­lishing rules were gath­ered to­gether into the de­vel­op­ment of a com­pany (or cor­po­rate) Style Sheet which in­cluded in­for­ma­tion es­tab­lishing the use of the com­pany logo (brand)
As pub­lishing moved to the web via web pages, the de­vel­oping rules for the use of this ‘new media’ were sim­ilar. Sim­i­larly, the move­ment hap­pened be­cause there was an economy avail­able in the move. Sud­denly pages, newsletter, postage were ren­dered de­funct. Yet, though the web as a cor­po­rate com­mu­ni­ca­tions de­vice was new, the ques­tions were not. Brand con­sis­tency, dili­gence in brand pro­tec­tion, cor­po­rate look-feel were all still the issue.
But once out there — an­other el­e­ment de­fined it­self. That was an ‘ac­tive’ and living view­er­ship. Com­pa­nies sought to de­crease their money in areas that bore no in­come — tech sup­port, for ex­ample, and soon found that a living pop­u­la­tion can hammer the heck out of a brand whose cor­po­rate head­quar­ters were on the web via their user group por­tals. Con­trol over the ap­pear­ance of the company’s pro­fes­sion­alism was dif­fi­cult when things went wrong.
Of course this was also the case back in the BBS days of Com­puServe when com­pa­nies de­cided to use the por­tals for user sup­port. But be that as it may — the ques­tion soon in­cluded damage con­trol and the hiring of ‘nice people’ to rep­re­sent of what some felt to front for com­pa­nies to min­i­mize brand damage.
As I re­call, the “Com­pany” sud­denly de­vel­oped in-house pub­lishing de­part­ment that elim­i­nated the so called out-source and de­vel­oped de­part­ments and em­ployees who could es­tab­lish pub­lishing policy. And once pub­lishing went to the web (thereby elim­i­nating the need for paper al­to­gether) com­pa­nies added onto their pub­lishing or­ga­ni­za­tions folks with web ex­per­tise. In both fields — image and damage control.
The de­vel­op­ment of So­cial Media does have a cer­tain deja vu. Each el­e­ment re­de­fines it­self as new yet re­peats the steps of re­cent media move­ment. In­ter­esting, for ex­ample, is watching people’s use of Twitter and Twitter req­ui­sites as sim­ilar to how BBS soft­ware, par­tic­u­larly Com­puserve soft­ware de­vel­oped over time. Users felt the need for grouping  in­ter­ests, a need for threading, a need for search and libraries.
I don’t know what this means. Ex­cept, I think it’s im­por­tant to re­member So­cial Media is not new. And some of what has been learned as we have taken steps through an elec­tronic channel of com­mu­ni­ca­tion can rep­re­sent utility and guid­ance today. What we need is a group memory.
(PS: Did you know Com­puServe trade­marked the word ‘email’?)

Just when I thought Cy­ber­land grew old — it be­came new again. Like the ad: Flash Frozen? ‘When it thaws it’s like it’s fresh again’. Thaw times: when I moved from my handy dandy Com­puserve aps to web fo­rums, to web pages, to email lists, reading lists. Then there was Twitter which I em­braced whole-heartedly and si­mul­ta­ne­ously dis­man­tled Barb McMillen’s Site for Sore Eyes and re­placed it with Just Sayin’.

I’ve been reading about So­cial Media and Branding and all the new lan­guage on the web via — Face­book, Twitter, Linked In, .… And it sud­denly struck me, re­ally, that what I was reading re­garding the use of So­cial Media was fa­miliar — very fa­miliar. And I started thinking back to the early days of Desktop Publishing.

The first pub­lishing soft­ware for the PC was in ~1986. Xerox Ven­tura Pub­lisher op­er­ating under the GEM desktop (Jim Hart’s and Eric Weber’s <wave> ) His­tory of VP ).  At the time, this was the NEW media, the new fron­tier and con­ver­sa­tions grew up about how com­pa­nies had to get their acts to­gether about it. Not only were they going to save money through in-house pub­li­ca­tion BUT out­reach would be fa­cil­i­tated in ways it had not been before.

Rules re­garding the new soft­ware began to co­a­lesce. Com­pa­nies were told by con­sul­tants (who popped out of the ether) to

1) Con­sol­i­date their logo — don’t let branches and de­part­ments within the com­pany de­sign their own logo or alter the cor­po­rate logo. Re­quire uni­form presentation.

2) Create a look and feel that’s iden­ti­fi­able for your com­pany. Learn to use the proper type­face — proper jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for formal or in­formal looks, and

3) Keep your target au­di­ence in mind.

Com­pa­nies were able to ex­tend them­selves to clients in ways they hadn’t before.

Even­tu­ally all of these pub­lishing rules were gath­ered to­gether into the de­vel­op­ment of a com­pany (or cor­po­rate) Style Sheet which in­cluded in­for­ma­tion es­tab­lishing the use of the com­pany logo (or, brand).

As pub­lishing moved to the web via web pages, the de­vel­oping rules for the use of this ‘new media’ were sim­ilar. Sim­i­larly, the move­ment hap­pened be­cause there was an economy avail­able in the move. Sud­denly pages, newsletter, postage were ren­dered de­funct. Yet, though the web as a cor­po­rate com­mu­ni­ca­tions de­vice was new, the ques­tions were not. Brand con­sis­tency, dili­gence in brand pro­tec­tion, cor­po­rate look-feel were all still the issue.

But once out there — an­other el­e­ment de­fined it­self. That was an ‘ac­tive’ and living view­er­ship. Com­pa­nies sought to de­crease their money in areas that bore no in­come — tech sup­port, for ex­ample, and soon found that a living pop­u­la­tion can hammer the heck out of a brand whose cor­po­rate head­quar­ters were on the web via their user group por­tals. Con­trol over the ap­pear­ance of the company’s pro­fes­sion­alism was dif­fi­cult when things went wrong. Be­cause tools avail­able to ‘Cor­po­rate’ were also avail­able to users who could band to­gether, pol­i­tick, and publish.

Of course this was also the case back in the BBS days of Com­puServe when com­pa­nies de­cided to use the por­tals for user sup­port. But be that as it may — the ques­tion soon in­cluded damage con­trol and the hiring of ‘nice people’ to rep­re­sent them (or what some felt to front for) to min­i­mize brand damage.

As I re­call, com­pa­nies sud­denly de­vel­oped in-house pub­lishing de­part­ments that elim­i­nated the so called need to out-source and de­vel­oped de­part­ments and em­ployees who could es­tab­lish pub­lishing policy. And once pub­lishing went to the web (thereby elim­i­nating the need for paper al­to­gether) com­pa­nies added onto their pub­lishing or­ga­ni­za­tions folks with web ex­per­tise. In both fields — image and damage control.

The de­vel­op­ment of So­cial Media does have a cer­tain deja vu. Each el­e­ment re­de­fines it­self as new yet re­peats the steps of re­cent media move­ment. In­ter­esting, for ex­ample, is watching people’s use of Twitter and Twitter req­ui­sites as sim­ilar to how BBS soft­ware, par­tic­u­larly Com­puserve soft­ware de­vel­oped over time. Users felt the need for grouping  in­ter­ests, a need for threading, a need for search and libraries.

I don’t know what this means. Ex­cept, I think it’s im­por­tant to re­member So­cial Media is not new. Like  thawed fish, it isn’t fresh, ei­ther. And some of what has been learned as we have taken steps through an elec­tronic channel of com­mu­ni­ca­tion can rep­re­sent utility and guid­ance today. What we need is a group memory.

Would love shared mem­o­ries from you. :)

Social Media

Put me on the 'Dummy' list

Ah! The Light!

Ah! The Light!

This is a quick post to share with others who, like my­self, have been clue­less about the Twitter con­cept of lists. Say what you will, I have had one tough noggin about the con­cept. But with the help of others, have fi­nally, at least, a sense of it. Let me share with the ‘Dum­mies’ List :)

1) Users make lists of their friends or others. The list is spe­cific in its utility — grouping people by in­ter­ests or per­son­al­i­ties, or jobs, or ex­pe­ri­ences. What­ever, still, people are linked into named groups.

2) Twitter in­cor­po­rates lists into your twitter web home­page. Next to ‘fol­lowing’, ‘fol­lowers’, there’s a new cat­e­gory, ‘listed’. The cat­e­gory tells the Twit­terer how many lists he or she is in­cluded into.

3) Down the right column of the Twitterer’s home­page, above ‘Trending Topics’ is a cat­e­gory ‘Lists’ Click the cat­e­gory and all the people in­cor­po­rated into that list are shown in one stream. If you choose to follow a list you aren’t fol­lowing those users but you get to par­tic­i­pate with those users dis­cussing what­ever they are, or know, or enjoy.

4) The next ques­tion has to be, is there a di­rec­tory of user lists? After all, how does one know which list to follow; how many lists are out there, what ‘topics’ al­ready exist?  I found ‘Lis­to­rius’. It’s a be­gin­ning. It cat­e­go­rizes lists, then cre­ates ‘sub-categories.’

5) The Twitter blog up­dates ‘what’s hap­pening’ with lists. Check out: There’s a List for That

My con­cern is I haven’t found a way to say ‘No thanks’ when added to a list. What if you don’t want to be on that list? Shouldn’t there be a way to get out of it?

Fi­nally, if there’s some­thing I’ve missed or that needs cor­rec­tion, please feel free to com­ment and I will in­cor­po­rate it.