it has taken me years to get on the blog train. i’ve started twice, only to have the background thought of, “why on earth would i want to confess my foibles, yack on and on about trivial things like bus stops and mean vendors or my shopping expeditions and junk like that to the, er, world in general? who really cares to read my diary?”. as a matter of fact, i’ve deleted blogs from my list written by, for instance, expats that started out as fascinating world travel narratives, only to end up being some mundane rhetoric about the differences between heating with an old radiator in a drafty apartment, as opposed to central heating the U.S. or wherever. thing is, in the space of my day to get information down the pipe while i’m trying to do significant work, i_do_not_care.
but i know there’s a huge chunk of great people out there in cyberland that i might not otherwise get to meet if i stay in my studio office and just toil away solo-like on shapes and borders for the next design project.
currently i’m reading a calm voice of reason at freelance switch by Muhammad Saleem that is helping me sort out the social media frenzy and determine a path by reassuring me i don’t have to belong to every one to have a significant presence.
so, tell me: how has your business, your cybersocial life, your inherent knowledge, your busy-ness in general, been enhanced or degraded by belonging to facebook/linkedin/jaiku/twitter and the like. do you blog at 3am? jump when you get a text? feel guilty for not responding to every comment? what?
gimme.
