My eyes are going blind from too much staring at the monitor. Too much for a Saturday, anyway. Also the world’s worst bird took up a post outside of our bedroom window this morning. He has not been to any of the chirping conventions and his parents failed him. The thing sounds like a mule that’s just realized it’s fate. That was on top of a night of not good sleep. I’m blaming the cat.
So this will be brief and familiar and perhaps less than inspired.
Reading. Writing. Emailing. All but one of the smaller things are now out of the way so that I can get on to the larger projects.
One of those was the cleaning of the work Email account. It had grown full of data and would soon start kicking out rude auto-replies to people. So out when the junk and the trash and most of the sent mail. There are five pages of Emails in the Inbox. I like to keep that at two, so there will soon come a reckoning.
Made a lot of recruiting phone calls, talked with several enthusiastic high school seniors and a few parents with smiles on their faces. Three of the students were at Samford when I called. One mother wanted to give me her husband’s number, who was also on campus, because she couldn’t remember her daughter’s. “Isn’t that terrible?”
I don’t remember anyone’s number.
Let’s count. I know eight numbers. Two belong to me and two more I’ll never have need to call again. Three are numbers that haven’t changed in my lifetime and the last one is my mother’s. But I bet no one recalls numbers they’ve used since the proliferation of cell phones. They make our lives easier, or make us smarter, in many respects, but not in this way.
Got my Beta from Storify today. I signed up, because it is important to put my name everywhere on the off chance that I find yet another social media tool valuable. This one is an aggregator, of which there are now several. Memolane is one Intersect is yet another. There are, I think, at least three Auburn-themed sites now.) Not sure what I’ll do with Storify, though. It looks clean and simple, but I tend to like things on my own site and I’m overextended as it is with these third-party places.
At some point you aren’t putting yourself on a service, you’re simply helping add content to someone else’s money-making enterprise. The online life is all about being where the audience is, but the audience also has Google and Bing and I have good URL placement. That bird found me, after all.
If he comes back tomorrow I might make him famous on all of those sites.
