June 2007

Crazy glue

In April, when I was bumping around the blogosphere, I said I’d give myself till the end of June to decide if whether or not to continue this blog.

And lo and behold it’s June 30 and the verdict is:

I’m here to say (though still bumping around).

A few observations:
- I really enjoy having an outlet for writing/publishing

- This blog is (and will probably always be) more verbal than visual (but hey, so am I)

- When I started, my ranking was 2.5 million (or thereabouts). Now, according to Technorati, it’s around 1.1 million. If I can just get it to the low 500,000s…

- Google analytics are a somewhat addictive toy to find out who’s been coming to visit

Whom do you trust

What does it take to go from competent PR person to trusted advisor?

Joel Postman offers some sage advice.

Look back, look waaay back…

I was walking through the CBC building, when I noticed, in the broadcaster’s ‘museum’, a Friendly Giant display. For those of you unfamiliar with the show, Friendly Giant was a Canadian kid’s TV icon, a winsome, recorder-playing giant who palled around with a giraffe and highly literate rooster.

The display featured his castle, tunic, the real Jerome the Giraffe, a slightly worn Rusty the Rooster still in his book bag and even the armchair where ‘two more could curl up in’.

And it really took me back (and aback). How something so painfully naïve resonated with a generation of children. It’s still very vivid to me. Like Nancy Sinatra’s boots or the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.

Those were the days when you could catch an unknown performer on Sunday evening and on Monday, they were a star. The days when you turned on ‘the tee-vee’ and watched what was on. And you lived in the comfort that pretty much everyone you encountered had the same shared experience as you so there was this automatic common ground.

I know we have more choice these days. And really that’s quite exciting. I know there’s something fresh and new and ‘completely different’ around the corner. (But which corner is it? I want to know.)

Yes, social media certainly lives up to its name. But still I miss the Friendly Giant. And Ed Sullivan. And Johnny Carson.

I guess I’m pining for a simpler time.

What does 40 years look like?

According to biblical myth, the ancient Israelites wandered the dessert for 40 years in their trek from Egypt to the Promised Land. (Shameless plug: not this ‘Promised Land’.)

But if you want to see what 40 contemporary years (1967 to 2007) look (and sound) like, Giovanni Rogriguez spins two versions of the Foundations hit, ‘Baby, Now That I’ve Found You’ – from then and now.

Same words, same music. Yet each rendition evokes its time.

A matter of degrees

On an American Airlines flight from NYC, the pilot gave a quick update on the conditions in Toronto: ‘Sunny skies,’ he said. ‘The current temperature is 61 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s about 16 degrees Canadian.’

Yes, the weather is so much colder in the land of ice and snow that we have to create an eponymous system to measure it.