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3 months ago
in Lynne D Johnson from FastCompany on What Comes Next on Chris Brogan
It's sort of like making the narrative personal...
4 months ago
in louisgray.com: FriendFeed as a Productivity Tool on louisgray.com
Very inightful and instructive...
6 months ago
in louisgray.com: I'm Getting So Tired Of The Non-Instant Web on louisgray.com
It really depends on the mindset at the people at those institutions...people at banks are usually behind the curve and Google has gotten so bloated...
7 months ago
in Making Plans for the Social Media Winter | danny brown on danny brown - social media pr and marketing
People want their voices heard...enabling that has to be a powerful force..
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7 months ago
in Making Plans for the Social Media Winter | danny brown on danny brown - social media pr and marketing
I would agree it really is about starting a conversation...when I have met someone who is interesting to talk to and also interested in what I have to see it has become a great way to get content out there...
7 months ago
in Reckon | The Whole World's a Stage | Some Thoughts about Remaking Language on Chris Weige
Language is a virus from outer space...
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Reckon
Ain't that the truth. If only the electorate were as into Burroughs as the kingshot word manipulators called politicians we might get somewhere. If only word teachers knew junk as junk as junk. If only we all used the NY Times rather than merely reading it. I wish I'd have met him just once, just long enough to thank him for the countless liberty lines, for even a hint or whiff of it. Fuck Mt. Rushmore without his face. I carried The Job around for years like the Good Book Gravitas and still return to it often. I carried it into the bank for Christ's sake, watched the words crawling nearer their empty vaults, enveloping their cheater's chitter-chatter.