Now, is that a social media fail, or a marketing fail, or a just plain tragic any-way-you-look-at-it fail? Whatever it is, you just stay classy, Zimbabwe, you stay classy!
760-733-9969. Those 10 digits might signify nothing to the masses, but to the digerati, however, they tell one of the great stories of the Internet.
In short, the Mojave Phone Booth is back.
That’s the intro to my article on Jered Morgan’s resurrection of one of the most legendary phone numbers of all time. And here’s what one happy reader had to say about it. I remember this guy. Used to come into the Starbucks where I worked all the time. Nice guy. It did my heart good to see that at least one writer in the world was making enough to afford two lattes a day on money he didn’t have to make marketing stuff.
William Gibson was probably referring to Jered’s actions and not to my article, but I’m gonna take whatever I can get, right?
Someone else wrote a haiku about it:
Also, finally FINALLY I have been found Fark-worthy. Who knew people liked old-timey phone numbers so much?
One of my good friends has started a FB thread asking how many people would leave Vancouver if they could, but remain only for family reasons. Quite a lot of people say they would leave if they could. Several of the best people I know have, in fact, left; I myself left to go to Yellowknife last year. And people from outside wonder why.
Wonder no more. Read and learn.
A different friend of mine was welcomed to the board of Vancouver Is Awesome. Great. Awesome. However.
Lorraine Murphy Yep, they blocked me. They were talking to someone else, and said “Sorry we don’t follow you but we only Follow accounts that list awesome events in Vancouver.” That’s when I asked how many Vancouver events Jason Priestly posts and BAM! Blocked. I get that people can have a bad day. God knows, I get that. But you’ve got to make it right. Or Jason Priestly better start posting events!
Bob KronbauerLorraine, I blocked you (2 years ago now?) after you randomly knocked me with a few unsolicited snarky remarks. From what I remember I had no interactions with you aside from the times you felt like hurling something at me. I don’t enjoy being pecked at, so I blocked you. Please move on. It’s been a long time.
Wayne, please don’t let it worry you. If you were standing in front of me in real life and did the same, a bunch of times, I would block you with my hand and then walk away and likely avoid having interactions with you in the future. Like blocking on Twitter. “Social” online means the same to me as social in person, and I don’t socialize by hurling snarky remarks at people before I even properly introduce myself. That’s called heckling.
Anyway… this board of advisors is SO AWESOME and I am honoured to have you on board, Rebecca.
You are, of course, free to Like or Dislike, but you may do so whether or not Jason Priestley ( who is by all accounts a decent guy) approves or not.
Of COURSE it’s a Powerpoint.
PowerPoint, which can be found on two hundred and fifty million computers around the world, is software you impose on other people. It allows you to arrange text and graphics in a series of pages, which you can project, slide by slide, from a laptop computer onto a screen, or print as a booklet (as Sarah Wyndham did). The usual metaphor for everyday software is the tool, but that doesn’t seem to be right here. PowerPoint is more like a suit of clothes, or a car, or plastic surgery. You take it out with you. You are judged by it—you insist on being judged by it. It is by definition a social instrument, turning middle managers into bullet-point dandies.
I am proud to say that I have stuck firmly to my Never Learning Powerpoint policy and am instead learning Prezi. I think Malcolm Gladwell would be disappointed and Marshall McLuhan would be proud, and that’s enough for me.
Speaking of First World Problems!
This week so far I’ve mortally offended a blood relation, an ex-boyfriend, and a dear friend of the family by responding to their no-doubt-heartfelt emails with this.
If you have the same kind of relatives, exes, and friends, I suggest you do the same. Lyrics (and bonus video) over the jump, and is it my imagination or does Weird Al simply continue to evolve to higher and higher planes? Eventually, we will all worship Weird Al, and we will be right to.