Palindromatic Video? “Lost Generation”

Yep, it’s possible.

Nope, not “Palin dramatic” video, though this is a bit dramatic for me. But it’s a nice piece of film, in the sense of its cleverness-ousity:

For the learning impaired, a palindrome is that which reads the same backward as it does forward. Though this isn’t technically true of this video, the term palindramatic was too good not to coin.


Smile, You’re on Candid Camera

We’ve heard this bromide many times before, but this latest episode reinforces — nay, proves — it. You cannot hide from the “media” anymore…the social media, that is.

Helen Thomas has a 100-year career (or so) as a White House correspondent, and it all goes poof in an INSTANT, thanks to a homemade video shot by a citizen journalist. If you care to watch the offensive, repugnant remarks, be my guest (If you choose to ignore it, good for you.):

She retires a day or so later.

We’ve seen it with Domino’s, United Airlines, etc., etc., etc. We all have cameras now. We all have mics. We all have publishing platforms.There is no hiding; we all are potentially exposed.

Those who tried to hide in the shadows after being publicly exposed, or those who claimed they were the victims of misquoting, or deniers of wrong-doing altogether…none is immune any longer. If someone as, er…”esteemed” as Ms. Thomas can lose a decades-long career literally overnight, what does this mean for the rest of us? And our companies?

Editor’s comment: In her case, good riddance. As someone who is just one degree of separation from personal run-ins with this bigot, I personally thank the emergence of social media and its attendant technology for exposing this hack for who she is. Couldn’t have come soon enough, and couldn’t have happened to a worthier louse.

Jim Joyce Goes Viral

The Anatomy of a Feeding Frenzy

If you were anywhere near a sports fan, native Detroiter, highlight reel or Sportscenter broadcast, you now likely know that Detroit Tiger Armando Galarraga was robbed of an extremely rare perfect game (never before executed by a Detroit Tigers pitcher) by a blown call on the 27th out. (Watch for yourself here.)

But even if you have no interest in the game or its outcome at all, you’ll likely be aware of this ignominious event as a case study in social media. As the near perfect game played out in the final inning, I, for one, was compelled to go directly to Facebook (and Twitter) to share in the glory with my online friends, who I knew would be participating in this history online as well. While I couldn’t be at a sports bar to watch this unfold with my closest friends, the social Web was the next best thing.

Until the final “out.” After shaking the feeling of having been hit in the gut, and following a period of alternate stunned silence and expletive hurling, I returned to the social networks to participate in the cat calling. What unfolded almost immediately was an online and communal feeding frenzy. Unlike anything that was possible before the emergence of social media, Jim Joyce (the umpire who admittedly blew the call) became the chum in an online feeding frenzy that broke quick and broke hard.

Within minutes of the game’s conclusion, there were more than 10 Facebook pages devoted to his ouster (and worse).

Minute by minute, the FIRE JIM JOYCE page added fans (or “Likers, I guess it is now) by the hundreds (already more than 4,400).

Jim Joyce, the Tigers and Galarraga (the spurned pitcher) became trending topics on Twitter.

ESPN led every sportscast off with the story, and put the video story front and center on its homepage.

Scores of YouTube users uploaded video of the disputed call.

There is even a already.

This is not the way Jim Joyce wanted to become famous…nor Galarraga. But to Joyce’s credit, he has been contrite, gracious, embarrassed and owning of his mistake.

The whole mess is a shame, for everyone involved. Even the base runner seemed shattered that he beat the play at first. Now Major League Baseball has a public controversy on its hands—one it certainly didn’t invite and one with no perfect options. Joyce is a public pariah. Galarraga, for all his graciousness, was robbed of a place in history. Detroit sports fans take another kick while they’re down.

From a purely social media perspective, however, it’s fascinating to watch wildfire spread.

As for the call itself, I’ll let you make it:

Restroom Poets, Part IV

Mild content warning, so I’m putting the pictorial evidence after the jump.

“In the 20’s”

The roaring 20s, the era?

(For related posts relevant to my utter dismay and enchantment with bathroom graffiti, search “restroom poets” in the search box in the upper right.)

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The Difference Between Sales and Marketing

You can find life lessons and analogies in the most unexpected places sometimes.

I have this daily love-hate routine with my two-year-old daughter. Each evening when I get home, she is busy with whatever it is that’s urgent for a girl of her age, and I come in looking for some welcoming. She’s too busy for me, or maybe she now knows how the routine will end up and is just playing the part. She spurns my doting affection, protesting “Don’t TISS (kiss) me, dada! I don’t WIKE (like) it!” Of course, this only makes me persist all the more. And she resists, sometimes to the point of tantrum, and I keep on keeping on while my wife rolls her eyes. I must admit, I come on a bit strong. Eventually, I give up, and we go our separate ways. She lets me know she doesn’t like it, and I chuckle inside at how silly this daily tease is. As the evening wears on, however, she warms to me, and I become her hero and the object of her undying affection by bedtime.

The next day, the cycle starts all over again.

But not tonight. I was warned that she was under the weather and crabby, so I kept my distance upon arriving home. I could see from the “stink-eye” cast my way that she was fully prepared to put up fierce resistance when I entered the room, but I walked right past and gave her reprieve. I went upon my business and let her have her distance. After dinner, as she sit in a chair with her favorite blanket and her favorite scowl, I brushed by her and gave her a gentle squeeze on the foot before leaving the room.

But I didn’t get five feet before she stopped me. “Dada! I love….I love….I love when you touch gentle on my foot. And I love tisses. And I love when dada sit by me.”

As I sat by sick daughter, consoling a sick child and basking in the glory of what I had achieved, it dawned on me:

That, my friends, is the perfect illustration of the difference between sales and marketing.

SALES: Sometimes smothering, necessarily persistent…potentially off-putting.

MARKETING: “Hey. I’m here. And I’ll be here when you need me.”



ADVERTISING: “Hey! Everyone needs me! If you’re reading this, you need me too!”

SOCIAL NETWORKING: “Hey. I’m here; you’re here. I might need you; you might need me. I might need someone you know, you might need someone I know. Let’s stay in touch.”

The K-Strass Interviews

Must watch: the fake yo-yo champion, “K-Strass,” making the rounds on local TV News. Here’s a taste, but check out the whole backstory here.

I confess to LOVING uncomfortable local TV interviews, especially fake interviews! These TV stations are getting punked, and the worst/best part is, they don’t even know it:

More here.

My Wife’s Ride

…is a Swagger Wagon. We’re so gangsta.