Operation Global Media Domination: the Thank God It’s Not Me edition

Total Information Awareness

Scientia est Potentia

As longtime readers of the ol’ raincoaster blog know, occasionally we take a good long look at our stats, indeed, nearly disappearing into our own fundamentals from time to time, most particularly when something has either gone spectacularly well or when it has gone spectacularly badly. We call this Operation Global Media Domination.

As you, gentle reader, are doubtless also aware, recently things have been going spectacularly badly with the exception of the unfortunately shortly-lived Cusack Effect. You may be sure that I am doing all in my power to drag my hits out of the ditch in which Automattic has thrown them (and a long, technical rant on why will doubtless be forthcoming) including appearing on podcasts, speaking at conferences (four this month: FOUR) and pimping out my blog in my linkblogging every chance I get.

It’s paying off slowly, as we’ve gone from about 650 hits a day in May up to 1100, but when Automattic made the link from the global tag pages NoFollow, they basically threw me off a cliff, or at least my hits. My graph:

I die! I DIE!!!

Is it any wonder I'm so fucking CRANKY?????

But there’s something worse than facing that graph: facing THIS graph:

Nick Denton is not a happy man

Nick Denton is not a happy man

Can you guess when the new Gawker redesign was implemented? Can you believe a man as smart as Denton has a cash bet that pageviews are going UP? Can you believe he still doesn’t see the problem?

Can you ever be thankful enough that that’s not you???

Nick Denton BOOM Winning. Just ask him.

Nick Denton BOOM Winning. Just ask him.

Operation Global Media Domination: the WordCamp Victoria Situation

Total Information Awareness

Scientia est Potentia

How does it go? A prophet is never esteemed in his own house…? something like that? Well, fortunately this prophet is esteemed, and that highly, in the nearby megalopolis of Victoria, British Columbia, to which I am constantly drawn and not just by the drinks that Shawn Soole cooks up for me…

though significantly by them, it must be admitted.

Indeed, I am drawn thither by the constant call to speak at WordCamps, SocialMediaCamps, IdeaWaves, and other tech-related compound words, which opportunities are seldom offered to me in my own humble burb of Vancouver, not that I am sulking about it, no sir! I mean, how could you resist this:

The Digital Revolution: Lessons from the Homeless

The Digital Divide is very real, and when the gap is bridged the results can be surprising, creative, instructive, even inspiring. By focusing on case studies of social media use among homeless individuals (taken from my personal teaching practice) this talk will provide radical new strategies for more informed and effective communications for anyone.

I ask yez.

In any case, if you want to see me speak a little closer to home, or on the other hand fear physical proximity to me while wishing to appease me with an offering of cash and/or Paypal, I’ve just announced a raft of new and returning blogging and social media workshops, some online, some IRL, over at my social media site, so go check them out.

Wonder how good I am? Ask Mike Vardy (of Eventualism, LifeAsAHuman, and DNTO):

Lorraine is likely better known by her Twitter handle (and business monicker of sorts), @raincoaster. She runs Raincoaster Media…and she really knows her stuff. She’s been doing this for a long time and has the right mix of credentials and knowledge to offer what a lot of those doing the same kind of thing can’t: nuanced comprehension.

Awwww. And for your information NO, I DID NOT HAVE TO BRIBE HIM, which is good, as I have, as we all know, no money.

But if you sign up for a course, I’ll have money! And then I can bribe YOU! Wouldn’t that be fabulous???

Sure it would. Shut up.

Operation Global Media Domination: the Divine Situation

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere online, there is the very slight chance that this could go to my head:

raincoaster is a god. Hire her. Immediately.

In related news, I think I’ve sent out about 700 emails today from three different email addresses, plus Facebook invitations for another 500 or so, for two different events. Oh wait: THREE different events.

Event #1 is the Social Media Club of Vancouver’s Meet the Geek dinner this coming Tuesday which, if you’re in Vancouver, you really shouldn’t miss. It’s a custom menu in a private dining room underneath Blood Alley, to raise money to help finish the Downtown Eastside social media documentary With Glowing Hearts. The film-makers and some of the stars will be in attendance, as will some of Vancouver’s finest geeks, who will be happy to demystify the world of tech over a plate of good nosh. If you ask nicely, they might even give you a peek at their iPads.

Event #2 is The Shebeen Club’s Going Pro: Getting Real in the Writing World with Sylvia Taylor on Monday, the 27th (a week later than usual). This month, we’ll have a restaurant all to ourselves as we move to the Everything Cafe on Pender Street. Sylvia will talk about the issue of professionalism and approaching your literary career as a business, which is particularly necessary in an economic climate like ours.

Event #3 is raincoaster media’s full day Social Media for NonProfits workshop that I’m teaching with Wes Regan of Building Opportunities With Business. This is the one that helps me keep a roof over my head. Which one did I do last? That’s right.

In also-related news, today I was interviewed by Gillian Shaw of the Vancouver Sun about the Meet the Geek dinner and her post should be up tomorrow online and hopefully in the paper this Saturday, and tomorrow it’s going to be on Breakfast Television as well. So, now I just have two more blog posts to do and then I can go to bed.

Oh, one more thing: Eight people on four continents all send me this with “Saw it and thought of you” comments. Let no-one say I don’t have a strong brand identity.

After seeing the success of the Old Spice commercials the mighty and terrible Cthulhu decided to sell his own scented products. Great Old Spice body wash; stop thinking in only four dimensions.

The View Is More Beautiful Now That It Is Mine

Look out, Vancouver! Here I come

Look out, Vangroover, here I come!

It’s been quite awhile since we had an update on Operation Global Media Domination, so I thought I’d give you one, whether you like it or not.

And you just have to sit there and take it.

So: in the past couple of weeks, I’ve given the keynote talk (social media for writers) at the AGM of the Federation of BC Writers, been singled out in an article as a social media guru who is “the real deal,” presented on Content and Community Management at WordCamp Victoria (and gotten put up, gratis, at one of the finest hotels in the world, which opened up an entire bar just for me when I said I couldn’t sit in a draft {and I wasn’t just being princessy; I have doctor’s orders}), begun teaching Blogging for Writers online (yay for smart students!), been interviewed in Canadian Business magazine, been retweeted by Sir Ian McKellen, and became president of the Social Media Club of Vancouver.

How’d that happen? Well, I became Empr- I mean President when the former president, Eric Weaver, stepped down because of escalating work commitments. Those who were interested applied, and I was magically chosen, without any of the fuss and muss of those silly “election” thingies. We all know how those end up.

Nixon will be re-elected by a huge majority of Americans who feel he is not only more honest and more trustworthy than George McGovern, but also more likely to end the war in Vietnam. The polls also indicate that Nixon will get a comfortable majority of the Youth Vote. And that he might carry all fifty states… This may be the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it — that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.

Hunter S. Thompson

So, perish the thought.

What’s being President of SMCYVR like? Rather like this:

We Three Queens

‘What do you mean by ‘If you really are a Queen”? What right have you to all yourself so? You can’t be a Queen, you know, till you’ve passed the proper examination. And the sooner we begin it, the better.’

‘I only said “if”!’ poor Alice pleaded in a piteous tone.

The two Queens looked at each other, and the Red Queen remarked, with a little shudder, ‘She says she only said “if” – ‘

‘But she said a great deal more than that!’ the White Queen moaned, wringing her hands. ‘Oh, ever so much more than that!’

‘So you did, you know,’ the Red Queen said to Alice. ‘Always speak the truth — think before you speak — and write it down afterwards.’

‘I’m sure I didn’t mean — ‘ Alice was beginning, but the Red Queen interrupted her impatiently.

‘That’s just what I complain of! You should have meant! What do you suppose is the use of child without any meaning? Even a joke should have some meaning — and a child’s more important than a joke, I hope. You couldn’t deny that, even if you tried with both hands.’

‘I don’t deny things with my hands,’ Alice objected.

‘Nobody said you did,’ said the Red Queen. ‘I said you couldn’t if you tried.’

‘She’s in that state of mind,’ said the White Queen, ‘that she wants to deny something — only she doesn’t know what to deny!’

A nasty, vicious temper,’ the Red Queen remarked; and then there was an uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.

The Red Queen broke the silence by saying to the White Queen, ‘I invite you to Alice’s dinner-party this afternoon.’

The White Queen smiled feebly, and said ‘And I invite you.’

‘I didn’t know I was to have a party at all,’ said Alice; ‘but if there is to be one, I think I ought to invite the guests.’

‘We gave you the opportunity of doing it,’ the Red Queen remarked: ‘but I daresay you’ve not had many lessons in manners yet?’

‘Manners are not taught in lessons,’ said Alice. ‘Lessons teach you to do sums, and things of that sort.’

But the Red Queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said ‘Queens never make bargains.’

‘I wish Queens never asked questions,’ Alice thought to herself.

Well, I don’t see why we WOULD; we have all the answers. We’re the queens of social media. Which reminds me how much Twitter is like a gay bar, particularly after 10 certain weekend evenings.

It’s not that Vancouver is underserved by organizations that specialize in getting people active in social media to have some facetime (often in association with alcohol or education). We’ve got…you know what? If I list them here I’m quite certain to leave out somebody, who will then be horribly offended. But you know what? When have I ever hesitated to offend people?

I know, right?

The Red Queen knows how this social media game works

So we’ve got, in no particular order and I don’t care how many times you read it, there is no particular order: Net Tuesday, for professional do-goodniks who want a fairly high level of tech talk on the metrics of Facebook fundraising campaigns, etc; the Blogger’s Meetup, which is primarily social with a sideline in education and offers bloggers specifically a chance to have dinner and a chat with local people they may know better by handle than by name; the very popular, networky Third Tuesday which for reasons I can never understand always seems to be on either the Monday when I have the Shebeen Club so I can’t go (not that this is a causal factor in their reasoning) or on Wednesday which, regardless of its other merits (and it is certainly a fine day, as fine a day of the week as any and I don’t care WHAT they say about Wednesday’s Child in that interminable poem and I myself am one but where was I?) certainly never falls on a Tuesday, but now that it IS on Tuesday I’m teaching on Tuesday anyway, and sadly usually falls (or rises) at Ceili’s, for which vast alcohol and hookup cavern I have about as much affection as I do for the late Ronald Reagan; there’s the almost “boutique” sized Dot Com Pho for noodling with our local evil genius John Chow; and here we get to all those lovely people I said I was going to forget, and I have. At least I do what I promise, eh?

And we’re not even counting the professional associations, the marketing meetups, the Board of Trade kinda stuff,Emo Queen, that's me

of which there is no shortage or at least I don’t think there’s a shortage, given that my friend Shane runs two or three himself.

Factor in the fact that all of these groups and all of the individuals are based in…Vancouver…and those of you who’ve socialized or worked in Vancouver will know what that means. It means we’re very nice, very friendly with people with whom we are already friends, and, although we generally mean not to be, very touchy.

There, I said it.

And all of these people have at their disposal a full skill set and: Facebook, Twitter, Meetup.com, blogs, comments, phones, emails, newsletters, newspaper announcements, telegrams, Tumblrs and the will and power to use them.

Being of Irish extraction (as I have been all my life), I have enormous experience in dealing with touchy people, including myself. My policy is that since prevention of social tensions is effectively impossible (see the Law of Conservation of Catastrophe) my aim is to achieve perfect equilibrium by making sure that tension is maintained equally in 360 degrees.

Which brings us back to Operation Global Media Domination and my personal motto: 49 degrees latitude, 360 degrees attitude!

Wish me luck!

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Promises, Promises

marriedtothesea.com

Yep, that’s the way this scam works.

Every downturn in the economy causes several things. Maybe even more than several. But the one that annoys me because it shows that not even people who are paid to write and get printed on actual physical paper have anything even approaching an institutional or professional memory:

The fact that every frakking newspaper on the planet comes out with the same faux-callow retread: OMG, Post-Secondary Schools Are Like Totally Ripping Off the Unemployed.

Yes.

Of course.

It’s what they’re for.

Far too many of them anyway, and if you doubt that, you can take a quick browse through Barbara Ehrenreich’s Bait and Switch: The (Futile) Pursuit of the American Dream.

Which doesn’t make my decision to apply to grad school any smarter or dumber than before, for lo, I am a terrible snob, and I wouldn’t go to some podunk Potemkin College. There are only three schools in the world who seem to be offering the opportunity I’m looking for: one in the UK whose name I can’t remember, Stanford, and Simon Fraser University, which happens to have the new school of Communication, Arts and Technology just about a ten minute walk from my apartment.

And of these, SFU is the greatest, because it’s the most wide-open, the most affordable, and smack-dab in the middle of a community to which I am connected up the proverbial wazoo. I’m not connected to them literally up the wazoo because I don’t like them that way, okay? Okay.

I’ve been told that Stanford has a program for deserving people from out of the country with whom they want to work, and I’d like to think I’m one of those people, they just don’t know it yet. And the UK would be nice, and I’m pretty sure I could use BoJo’s webguru as a reference, and I can easily get an EU passport, what with having been born in France and so on. And god knows, I haven’t got enough paperwork in my life, so here goes a round of rooting through online prospecticusses and presumably interviewing, because when you’re the scholarship applicant, they’re not gonna take a shot in the dark: they want to look in your actual eyes and see if the retinas match with anyone on the Ten Most Wanted list.

Especially if you’ve indicated a preference for distance learning, a desire to collect professors’ home addresses, and you’ve listed a cabin in Montana as your address.

As if that weren’t enough, I’ve also taken on a major role with the Social Media Club of Vancouver, and I’m applying for more paid blogging gigs, as well as upping my post frequency on True/Slant.

Which is basically all my posts tagged WorkLife Balance are ALSO tagged Speculative Comedic Fiction.

Next up, figuring out how to apprentice myself to this guy. I spent a significant part of last year trying to convince local hotels this would be a good idea in advance of the Olympics, to no avail. Obviously, the man has mad hotel-persuasion skillz.

Promises: hmmm, isn’t that the name of a rehab center?

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