Friday, January 14

paper dolls

It just rolled around to 5am here in CBO City and, oh my, no post here for a whole couple days now. I'm gonna get in trouble, I know it. But look, here's what happened. I was driving home from dinner with my daughter Selene (who is 14 going on 26) and suddenly I noticed that my highbeams (no relation) were on. I tried to turn them off, but no dice. I blinded half of nighttime Boulder getting back here. Then I parked, turned off the ignition -- and the lights stayed on! It was like a Firesign Theater routine, except for real.

So then the battery ran down and now my car won't go at all. Bummer. All of which is what delayed this long-awaited post. Thanks for being patient. But a little setup is required here, so I hope you'll bear with me a few moments longer.

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Alright, then. Setup. Robin and I went to a thrift store a few days ago, where she picked out about $1,000 worth of designer fashions for about ten bucks, and I got a copy of Jean Shinoda Bolen's Goddesses in Everywoman (with handy Goddess Chart) for 50 cents, which is about 100 times more than it's worth.

Now, I know that I risk offending some of you goddesses out there, but hey...

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...this is pig swill. And the fact that Jean Shinoda Bolen "is an internationally known Jungian analyst" and a "clinical professor of psychiatry at the University of California at San Francisco" doesn't make it any less pig-swilly.

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When I was a kid, I wondered for a long time how they got all those little people inside the TV. It was a mystery to me, but I never fundamentally questioned the reality of there being all those little people inside, because you know, there they were. I could see them running around and doing stuff, saying things. I figured somebody must come at night and put new ones in, take the old ones out. Because the next day there were always different people in the TV set -- and logic told me you could only fit so many inside, no matter how little they were.

Then I grew up and I was like: "Oh, I see." Fortunately, I hadn't told anyone my theory. Or worse, written a freaking book about it.

Granted, I can't prove this scientifically, but I really strongly doubt that people have gods and goddesses inside them. Instead, these are ideas within the mind. Carl Jung called them archetypes. Others call them delusions. Usually, of grandeur. After a day of being unmercifully harassed about the long-past-deadline copy for the new vaporware brochure, how comforting to imagine yourself as the wing'ed Venutian Nike of Samothrace, fully capable of psychokinetically reducing the fast-rising CEO of E-Slime RippusSoft to a wriggling glowing heap of leftover DNA.

The jacket copy says...

Goddesses in Everywoman shows readers how to identify their ruling goddesses (from the autonomous Artemis and the cool Athena to the nurturing Demeter and the creative Aphrodite), how to decide which to cultivate and which to overcome, and how to tap the power of these enduring archetypes to become better "heroines" in their own life stories.
Sure sounds to me like someone's getting better heroin. Or hitting the crack pipe a bit too hard. But don't take my word for it. Let's hear it from a woman's point of view...
Books, including [Luisah] Teish's 1985 "Jambalaya: The Natural Woman's Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals" and her new "Carnival of the Spirit: Seasonal Celebrations and Rites of Passage," fly off the presses -- and bookstore shelves -- at an unearthly pace. It's gotten to the point of parody -- witness the new book called "Oh My Goddess!" by Australian artist Sally Swain, author of "Great Housewives of Art." It's an irreverent, affectionate update of goddess worship, introducing deities of the '90s such as Leotardia (a many-armed "Goddess of Aerobics" clutching weights in every hand) and Grouty ("Goddess of Home Improvement" -- a tool-wielding renovator). The range of topics is vast: from the scholarly "When God Was a Woman" by Merlyn Stone and "The Great Cosmic Mother" by Monica Sjoos and Barbara Mor to the more popularly written "Goddesses in Everywoman" by Jean Shinoda Bolen and "The Goddess in the Office: A Personal Energy Guide for the Spiritual Warrior" by "feminist witch" Zsuzsanna E. Budapest. [empahsis mine]

from: The Omnipresent Goddess - female deities are increasingly being studied, worshipped and mass-marketed by Suzanne Curley
source: Newsday, 10 January 1995
via: HighBeam Research

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In Goddess We Trust
Wednesday, January 12

blogabout

or: why I don't blog about blogging (all that much)

As I tried to show a couple posts down, I used to write about blogging quite a bit four years ago or so. Many people still do, and -- don't get me wrong here -- I'm glad they do. Some of them anyway (you know who you are). But me, I kinda stopped writing so much about blogging and went back to writing about... well, everything else.

I imagine that when our Paleolithic human 4-bears first learned to paint on cave walls at places like Lascaux in what we now call France, and at Altamira in proto-Spain, there was quite some lengthy conversation about the How-To's of prehistoric horse art. "No, no, Og, you're holding the blowstick wrong!" And so on.

But after a while, several centuries perhaps, the talk gave way to more pictures of bison and elephants and such -- and eventually people. What they looked like. How they moved. Representational stabs-in-the-dark as to what it all means.

Then came hieroglyphs and characters and alphabets. Same thing. How to make a proper "H" or XLVII. How to mark these things on papyrus, how to chisel them into stone. "No, no, Badronicus. You're holding the stylus wrong!" And so on again.

Then came a bunch of other things... up till we got electricity, let's say. Don't mean to give you whiplash with the historical fast-forward button, but otherwise I'll be at this all night. And it's already 6:46am. So it's too late anyway.

I've imagined for a long time that in the early days of electrification, farmers would meet at the local Grange hall and jaw about 60-cycle current. "You gettin 110 volts out at your place, Clem? Hell, I think I'm only gettin 106." Which again, don't get me wrong, was important. For a time. But it's harder to imagine whole broadsheets and magazines devoted to the follow-on plug-ins market.

Headline: A New Class of Peripherals for Your Electrical System - LAMPS!

Headline: ElectricWeek Tests 42 New Toaster Ovens

Headline: Kilowatt Times Presents: 10 Reasons to Electrify Your Dog

I have little patience for people who look down their noses at blogging. They're either insufferably arrogant elitist snobs and/or hopeless idiots too dim to find the ON switch. But I sometimes wonder: are we electrifying our dogs? That is, in a metaphorical manner of speaking. I don't really mean anyone is seriously blogging about electrifying dogs (except maybe Wired; they get off on that sort of thing). However, I mean, and this is just a thought, but I'm going to say it here anyway, even though I'm a little afraid I might get yelled at: is it possible to have too many bloggers blogging about blogging? I dunno. Just something to think about.

Because all these signs and symbols, codes and linguistic semaphores our species has developed over tens of thousands or years are good for other stuff too. Like describing floods and babies and morons and night and canned ham and flowers and stars and the boss's proboscis and water and wine and watermelons and whiskey and severe personality disorders and girls and dustbunnies and the mailman's hat (if he wears one) and the oddball mondo-bizarro practices of the primitive tribes of Lower Manhattan and yes... even cats. Once it was uncool to have a page about your cat. But I think we're getting back to basics here finally, and my cat just walked by under the space between the coffee table and the couch -- which also happens to be the space between my brain and my keyboard -- so I thought I'd mention her here. And if I can figure out how to recharge my ancient low-rez digital camera that saves grafiks to a "floppy disk" (yes, that old; and me now with a Mac that doesn't have a "floppy drive"), maybe I'll send y'all a picture of her and tell you about her apparently deep-seated interest in going outside and coming back in again.

Look, I know this is still blogging about writing, or writing about blogging, or some damn thing. But I look forward to the day, soon I hope, when we'll be using all this latest technology (and don't get me wrong; I love it; really) to produce a bit more fundamental stabs-in-the-dark as to what it all means.

Or possibly, by process of elimination, doesn't.

far-gone conclusions

It's amazing the things you can learn from books. Oh yeah. For instance, I've been tracking this social psychologist guy, name of Roy Baumeister, for several years now. I don't mean stalking him, good god no. I mean: following his work. Much of which concerns our collective (and often dead wrong) notions about the so-called self. As my alter-ego blogo-memorex reminds me, I wrote about him on Sunday, October 12, 2003 and and couple-three days later on Tuesday, October 14, 2003 [editor's note: the reader is cautioned about these links; 'nuf said]. In the latter post I noted that Baumeister "seems to have written some interesting stuff on my favorite topic: self esteem. Which is, more often than not, a code-word for a culturally dressed up -- if with still no place to go -- narcissism."

Here's a quick overview of how Baumeister frames the basic concept, and the problem he has with it...

Who had higher self-esteem: Gandhi or Hitler? Columbine High School's 1999 valedictorian or the two Columbine students who, that April, killed a teacher, 12 fellow students, and then themselves? Albert Einstein or Adolph Eichmann? Popeye or Bluto?
No, don't cheat by looking ahead. Put on your thinking cap and have a sharp #2 pencil ready. Do not read the following paragraph until I say GO.

Alright... GO!

If you picked the first person in each pair (the hero/high achiever), you're wrong. The bad guys, not the good guys, have high self esteem. So says Dr. Roy F. Baumeister, whose article, "Violent Pride,'' featured in the April [2001] issue of Scientific American, should be made required reading for every school board member, principal, teacher, therapist and parent in America.

Baumeister, a social scientist at Case Western Reserve University, has studied the relationship between aggression and self-esteem for more than a decade. His findings completely explode the self-esteem mythology that has driven American parenting and education for more than a quarter- century...

People with high self- esteem, says Baumeister, are likely to respond aggressively when their inflated view of themselves is threatened by criticism or perceived insult or when someone obstructs their need for gratification. Gang members have high self-esteem. So do spouse abusers. On a narcissism scale, violent criminals, long thought to be "acting out" low self-esteem, obtained a higher mean score than people in any other category. [emphasis added]

In short: the higher one's self-esteem, the lower one's self-control.

from: Author offers a different take on self-esteem
by John Rosemond
source: Knight Ridder/Tribune News Service, 17 April 2001
via: HighBeam Research Copyright © 2001 Knight-Ridder/Tribune News Service

Three-years-and-change later, Baumeister has a new article in Scientific American on the same theme titled Exploding the Self-Esteem Myth, the sub-slug of which reads: "Boosting people's sense of self-worth has become a national preoccupation. Yet surprisingly, research shows that such efforts are of little value in fostering academic or preventing undesirable behavior."

Kinda makes ya feel humble, don't it?

Monday, January 10

"corporate blogging"

As of this writing (Monday "morning" just after Sunday midnight), Google reports about 65,800 hits for "corporate blogging." And 72 of those hits mention this site, Chief Blogging Officer. Not bad (if I say so myself) for a blog whose first post is dated November 10, 2004 -- exactly two months ago. "But hold on... maybe it is bad," I hear you say (I've got your newsreader bugged). "Don't those other  65,728 hits sorta hint that you're late to the party?"

I'd like to address that question here, and put the whole notion of corporate blogging in a bit broader perspective, starting with this clip from an article by ex-San Jose Mercury News journalist Dan Gillmor in Computerworld last August...

The average corporate Web site has much in common with the average annual report. ...such sites seem designed to thwart the casual visitor who wants to look deeply into a corporation and its doings.

The least interesting feature of a corporate Web site, with few exceptions, is the typical "Letter From the Chief Executive," a content-free missive, most likely written by a committee of lawyers and marketing people, that does nothing to reveal the character either of the company or its leader. Creating an impression of openness isn't the same as actually being open. Establishing a corporate weblog can change that.

What the best blogs tend to have in common is voice: They clearly have been written by human beings with genuine ideas and a passion for what they're saying...

I don't think corporate blogging is a fad. The blog brings a human voice to the enterprise. It's not just good marketing. It's good business.

from: Executive Blogging for Fun and Profit by Dan Gillmor
source: Computerworld, 2 August 2004 [emphasis mine]
via: HighBeam Research

As many of you know, Gillmor recently left the San Jose Merc to blog and speak full time in support of the ideas in his new book...

Click on the cover grafik to go to the Amazon listing. The full text is also online at the O'Reilly site. Click here for Dan's new blog.

I was pleased to find myself listed in the book's "epilogue and acknowledgments" section -- among 165 others (guy talks to lots of people). But what was I doing there? I've met Dan only once or twice, and I liked him immediately. However, I can't say (unfortunately) that I imparted any words of wisdom -- or even marginal utility -- in those brief encounters. I found the answer in chapter one, "From Tom Paine to Blogs and Beyond," where Gillmor writes:

Perhaps no document of its time was more prescient about the Web's potential than the Cluetrain Manifesto, which first appeared on the Web in April 1999. It was alternately pretentious and profound, with considerably more of the latter quality. Extending the ideas of McLuhan and many others, the four authors -- Rick Levine, Christopher Locke, Doc Searls, and David Weinberger -- struck home with me and a host of other readers who knew innately that the Net was powerful but weren't sure how to define precisely why.

"A powerful global conversation has begun," they wrote. "Through the Internet, people are discovering and inventing new ways to share relevant knowledge with blinding speed. As a direct result, markets are getting smarter -- and getting smarter faster than most companies."

They explained why the Net is changing the very nature of business. "Markets are conversations," proclaimed their first of 95 theses with elegant simplicity. Journalism is also a conversation, I realized. Cluetrain and its antecedents have become a foundation for my evolving view of the trade.

It's no coincidence, since I wrote a good deal of the thing, that Cluetrain has also been a foundation for my own evolving view of journalism, both online and off. Four years ago tonight, I was hard at work on my next book, Gonzo Marketing: Winning Though Worst Practices. I was writing about things like "micromedia"...
Because entry costs require high returns on investment, broadcast media rarely offer emergent voices a hearing. The internet reverses this trend, providing many low-cost vectors for low-scale publishing -- micromedia, as opposed to mass media. Low-budget bottom-feeder webzines don't worry much about the size of readership. With little investment at risk, the primary motive is personal gratification, seldom profit, and the style of such publishing in therefore often quirky and experimental. If there is an audience that clicks with the material, that's the market -- and it shows up via word of mouth. The process works bottom-up, by attraction, not top-down by intrusive demographic targeting...

One of the latest and most interesting additions to the suite of micromedia tools are weblogs -- simply "blogs" to the faithful. There are a lot of faithful. Blogging exploded across the non-commercial regions of the internet like a global pandemic -- the real thing, not a drummed-up marketers dream of manifesto destiny...

In 2001, when Gonzo Marketing hit the stands -- about a month after 9/11; my excuse (and a good one, I think) for why so few actually read it -- I had to explain what a weblog was. We can skip that part today. But maybe it's good to recall how blogs differed from what came before, and the liberating (dare I say empowering?) effect they've had.
At first glance, weblogs don't seem like anything new. Given a little effort, anyone with a text editor, an FTP client and a web page could put one together. But how much effort is too much? The requirement to write HTML would probably exclude most people right off the bat. Remember when URLs that came in email had to be cut and pasted into a web browser? Once it was possible to to click directly on emailed links, the web took a huge leap forward. As Malcolm Gladwell demonstrates in The Tipping Point, little things can have disproportionately large consequences. Weblogging appears to be one such wrinkle in the web today. And one thing you can count on: there will be more. Such tools will keep getting better, connecting more people entirely outside the big-media sphere of influence...

The best voices emerging via weblogs and other micromedia are forming the kernels around which new networked communities of interest will coalesce -- micromarkets in potentia. The internet has always demanded that business read between the lines. Weblogs raise the bar. Now the challenge is to read between the sites.

I also wrote quite a bit in the book about "corporate underwriting" of blogs and other micromedia. After giving an example we can safely skip over, I said:
Welcome to gonzo marketing. As with the gonzo journalism from which it takes its name, this kind of engaged participation is the exact opposite of "objectivity" that pretends to have no perspective, no point of view. Every website worth its salt is an act of journalism, news of some passionate interest and engaged advocacy. By underwriting and participating in the life and growth of such sites, corporations can forge powerful relationships with emerging micromarkets. This is a win-win, not a zero-sum model. Everyone benefits: the corporation, its workers, external site producers, and their audiences.
If you look at the top left corner of this page -- or just below, for that matter -- you'll see some very fine print that relates intimately to everything else in this post.

In the paragraph quoted just above, the "external site producer" (in this case) is me. And the audience? Well, sportsfans, that's you.

The point is that "corporate blogs" need not be corporate (i.e., suitified) in their look and feel, their point of view, or their focus of interest. Chief Blogging Officer is underwritten by HighBeam Research, but not so I can flog the service and its many advantages, and how cheap it is, and what a great value, and how many Ginsu steak knives you'll get if you Subscribe Now! No. It's so I can use the service to find out all kinds of cool stuff about the things I'm interested in right now -- research for my next  book (gods willing) -- and in the process, demonstrate the range of topics the HighBeam Research databases include. Would HighBeam like it if you got out your wallet and subscribed to the service somewhere along the way?

Of course! Seeing the value of these document sources to my own work, that's what I  did. And that -- with a few intervening proprietary fast-talking tricks -- is how I ended up writing this blog.

When HighBeam CEO Patrick Spain (far from the context-free Chief Executive Dan Gillmor broad-brushed in his Computerworld piece) first signed me up for this mission, he had no idea what I would write about. He probably wouldn't have guessed that my blogging would cover hot dogs in drag, Ted Nugent's kitchen skills, slams on Ralph Waldo Emerson, tips on where to buy Celtic Heart Knot Soap, the shocking truth about wetlands, speculation as to whether UFOs really landed in Roswell, whether conspiracy theories are theories at all, and the most important question of all: Who says blogging has to be about  something?

Forget "corporate blogging" as whatever those words have brought to mind to date. Think instead...

Winning Through Worst Practices

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