{"id":573881220,"date":"2011-02-05T22:24:16","date_gmt":"2011-02-06T04:24:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573881220"},"modified":"2011-02-06T23:00:20","modified_gmt":"2011-02-07T05:00:20","slug":"the-bird-that-wouldnt-tweet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2011\/02\/05\/the-bird-that-wouldnt-tweet\/","title":{"rendered":"The bird that wouldn&#8217;t tweet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My eyes are going blind from too much staring at the monitor. Too much for a Saturday, anyway. Also the world&#8217;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&#8217;s just realized it&#8217;s fate. That was on top of a night of not good sleep. I&#8217;m blaming the cat.<\/p>\n<p>So this will be brief and familiar and perhaps less than inspired.<\/p>\n<p>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. <\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>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&#8217;s number, who was also on campus, because she couldn&#8217;t remember her daughter&#8217;s. &#8220;Isn&#8217;t that terrible?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em>I don&#8217;t remember anyone&#8217;s number.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s count. I know eight numbers. Two belong to me and two more I&#8217;ll never have need to call again. Three are numbers that haven&#8217;t changed in my lifetime and the last one is my mother&#8217;s. But I bet no one recalls numbers they&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>Got my Beta from <a href=\"http:\/\/storify.com\/faq\">Storify<\/a> 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. <a TARGET=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/beta.memolane.com\/kennysmith\">Memolane<\/a> is one <a TARGET=\"_blank\" href=\"http:\/\/intersect.com\/life\/1FD8qpN128Gl\">Intersect<\/a> is yet another. There are, I think, at least three Auburn-themed sites now.) Not sure what I&#8217;ll do with Storify, though. It looks clean and simple, but I tend to like things on my own site and I&#8217;m overextended as it is with these third-party places. <\/p>\n<p>At some point you aren&#8217;t putting yourself on a service, you&#8217;re simply helping add content to someone else&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p>If he comes back tomorrow I might make him famous on all of those sites. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My eyes are going blind from too much staring at the monitor. Too much for a Saturday, anyway. Also the world&#8217;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. 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