…is killing me! This blog does NOT accept comments, and I can’t track who you are! I’m SORRY about the missed connections, and it’s NOT MY FAULT! Bwaahaaahaa.
Facebook hides my biz page in some wierd way. My tweets show up automatically on LinkedIn, but refuse to post on this blog, which I can’t get to accept my Google tracking code, which means I have NO idea if ANYONE is reading my rantings, and if they are, I’m NOT connecting! But hey, I DID manage to get a snazzy new Mobile widget installed, and that makes this look great if you’re on a mobile! Score one for me.
So, what to do? Go back to square one, create a new online identity other than ‘StarMediaGuy’, so that I can get all the connections right between my various SocMed profiles?
And do I pick a new ‘name’, since I realized some people might think that ‘StarMediaGuy’ is just the purest form of arrogance? “Star Media Guy – ooo, eee, who’s he think HE is, then? A star?”
Um, no. You see, it’s just that my company has been named StarMedia for years and I’m a guy and I just thought….oh, never mind. Sigh.
Fact is, I’ve never been in ‘control’ of how people perceive me in cyberspace. Or IRL, either, for that matter. “Dance with the one who brung ya’, love the ones who love ya, and thank the rest for sharing.” That’s been a piece of advice I’ve given clients for years. I’ve worked with a lot of solo practitioners of all sorts of wonderful and arcane arts – cultural creatives, some might call them – over the years, and one of the issues that ALWAYS comes up in trying to market such folks is the difficulty of separating my identity, what I do for a living, and how I communicate that to the world. For most such folks,, that line cuts pretty close to heart and home. And, in today’s SocMed world, it’s getting ever closer and more real.
So it’s necessary, I think, for all of us to realize that, to a certain extent, we are always going to be misunderstood. And technology is NOT going to fix that. Better to accept that no communication is perfect, and garble WILL happen, and put it out there anyway.
Dance with the one that brung ya’.
If she can get past that I seem to think of myself as a ‘star.’
Or a ‘guy.’
And that I’m misunderstood. And, apparently, not TOO bright with the technology stuff.
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