Still 2017 where I live, more and more of the world is in 2018, as our planet spins, and a world is in transition. Thanks to the web that can be experienced all day long, as can watch people party and cheer as new year arrives, and web connects us so differently. So to me, web is so useful for ALL ways that we humans manage to connect with fluid information flow at distance.
For me so much has been learned this year, as pushing myself to try and get commercial, became more aware of how much needed to present myself in a way that made sense to others.
Have been on the web for quite some time, like can talk over two decades, and much over a decade ago, where money was something figured, would get, when figured it out. Until realized actually had to work at it. Yeah, so obvious but especially early with the web seemed that the attention could do that as was way had been taught it worked. Didn't work that way for me.
So had the attention by various measures, even though there was hard to puzzle. Like where were the VAST numbers if had so much global reach like by countries?
Now am more like, if you're going to have steady attention, or have money with bursts of celebrity? I'd rather have the steady attention, and figure the rest out. Now I watch with increasing fascination and understanding how HARD certain people work, for something comes and goes, so fast. They need to make as much money as they can, while they can, and invest wisely.
For me now, also transition is coming as forced to get the money thing going at least a little bit, as hard to make a living any other way. The web has so dominated my life, and now must also be finally a part of my livelihood.
In my life, attention is more naturally a part of it, after decades to understand. The web has evolved, and along with that evolution have been there, a global presence in my own right. Yet still am sure mysterious as to how and how much to...no clue how many people. Guess the adventure expands, and will find out.
In not too many hours, 2018 will arrive here, and I like marking this current state of being in transition with part of a world there already, with a post, where conveniently was Sunday, so could fit with my blog structure. This blog must shift fully into promotion, am ordering myself and FINALLY am actually thinking about getting serious with promoting it.
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Friday, December 29, 2017
Thinking about promotion, yeah really
Have finally reached a point saying to myself maybe have to do that thing called promotion more like figure is done? Where am looking for the advantages, looking to talk myself out of negatives, and also debating, is it really necessary?
So yeah, is things like doing interviews. But who would want to interview me anyway? Not assuming. And of course have found myself insulting the press more recently, you know, just in case.
But like am in Macon, GA, USA now. And part of me is thinking would be nice to quit being such a hermit. As have been working on SO many things. LOTS of blog posts and testing things out on social media, and just figuring things out. Much easier to do without certain things, having fewer interruptions.
Which is hard on the bank account. Would be nice to have one of those again.
So yeah, maybe there are people who keep up with me a bit. And if you're wondering that is what is going on. Am at least prepping for maybe, if cannot think of anything else, possibly doing, yup, promotion more like have seen it done.
And watching lots of things as great thing is how much we have available on web from so many sources and it looks so hard! Celebrities impress me more now. They really DO work very hard, if you switch to the perspective of answering such questions. How do they manage? I do wonder more now, and I'm just imagining, as if.
Then again, readily admit not sure any press might be interested in talking to me, if I reached a point to being willing to talk to them, where am not at yet. Right now, is like, why bother? First question imagine, is: What have you done worth our time and interest? Um. Um. Um.
So there, why worry myself over such silly? But then again, how do I get some of these additional things needed? Like money.
And very much appreciate what have had without any press whatsoever. So still pondering on how to keep that going.
This post though is at least to talk it somewhat. Was going to rant a bit, but thought better of it.
Oh my God, am changing! Just the idea is pushing me in different directions. Well that is the price for making money. And need to do that just like anyone. Commerce necessity is also the pressure to behave.
Which I guess is a positive, right? Ok, will end on a positive then.
James
So yeah, is things like doing interviews. But who would want to interview me anyway? Not assuming. And of course have found myself insulting the press more recently, you know, just in case.
But like am in Macon, GA, USA now. And part of me is thinking would be nice to quit being such a hermit. As have been working on SO many things. LOTS of blog posts and testing things out on social media, and just figuring things out. Much easier to do without certain things, having fewer interruptions.
Which is hard on the bank account. Would be nice to have one of those again.
So yeah, maybe there are people who keep up with me a bit. And if you're wondering that is what is going on. Am at least prepping for maybe, if cannot think of anything else, possibly doing, yup, promotion more like have seen it done.
And watching lots of things as great thing is how much we have available on web from so many sources and it looks so hard! Celebrities impress me more now. They really DO work very hard, if you switch to the perspective of answering such questions. How do they manage? I do wonder more now, and I'm just imagining, as if.
Then again, readily admit not sure any press might be interested in talking to me, if I reached a point to being willing to talk to them, where am not at yet. Right now, is like, why bother? First question imagine, is: What have you done worth our time and interest? Um. Um. Um.
So there, why worry myself over such silly? But then again, how do I get some of these additional things needed? Like money.
And very much appreciate what have had without any press whatsoever. So still pondering on how to keep that going.
This post though is at least to talk it somewhat. Was going to rant a bit, but thought better of it.
Oh my God, am changing! Just the idea is pushing me in different directions. Well that is the price for making money. And need to do that just like anyone. Commerce necessity is also the pressure to behave.
Which I guess is a positive, right? Ok, will end on a positive then.
James
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Further promoting functional perspective
What works--DOES work.
And to me such a statement emphasizes the obvious, while we can rationalize when things do NOT work, as if is not because those are not the functionally best ways to go. In my point of view, things do not work when something is wrong. Yeah stating the obvious, again.
In our times the web can help you though.
When I was growing up, so much was told to me where it was hard to check. Even now, as am 48 years old, still find myself at times having to remember--to search.
That can be very irritating too, when something is important and ponder habits not learned now needed to be learned. And yeah, I can find information through other ways, as web search does not always work, but often is the fastest way to the best answer, and yeah, what works? Works.
This time of year is often when people start considering resolutions for those for whom the year is ending. Most of our globe for some reason or other has that perspective while yes, there are other calendars out there which I do respect as well, or try.
For those for whom 2017 is the year, and as it is coming to a close, who maybe are resolving to do better in 2018? I suggest to you, to focus on what works, and accept the simple suggestion that if it does not? Maybe instead of blaming yourself? Check your techniques.
My resolution? Every day is to do better if I can.
Makes it easier for me, regardless of the time of year.
Our world is in flux. So much is happening, opening doors to possibility.
We are living in a time where a world in many ways is being reborn.
Would be great, every day, to make the most of it.
And to me such a statement emphasizes the obvious, while we can rationalize when things do NOT work, as if is not because those are not the functionally best ways to go. In my point of view, things do not work when something is wrong. Yeah stating the obvious, again.
In our times the web can help you though.
When I was growing up, so much was told to me where it was hard to check. Even now, as am 48 years old, still find myself at times having to remember--to search.
That can be very irritating too, when something is important and ponder habits not learned now needed to be learned. And yeah, I can find information through other ways, as web search does not always work, but often is the fastest way to the best answer, and yeah, what works? Works.
This time of year is often when people start considering resolutions for those for whom the year is ending. Most of our globe for some reason or other has that perspective while yes, there are other calendars out there which I do respect as well, or try.
For those for whom 2017 is the year, and as it is coming to a close, who maybe are resolving to do better in 2018? I suggest to you, to focus on what works, and accept the simple suggestion that if it does not? Maybe instead of blaming yourself? Check your techniques.
My resolution? Every day is to do better if I can.
Makes it easier for me, regardless of the time of year.
Our world is in flux. So much is happening, opening doors to possibility.
We are living in a time where a world in many ways is being reborn.
Would be great, every day, to make the most of it.
Saturday, December 2, 2017
My ideas promise things to me
Found myself reminiscing a bit about San Francisco, talking about a Thursday and Friday with a lot symbolic and abstracted much, and posted on my blog Beyond Mundane, but also will have here. Sometimes would go out on Thursday but be careful to drink less, of course to be ok for work next day. And luckily, I rarely get hangovers. Which apparently is just something was born with, which definitely removes lots of the penalty.
And then after work could go to the karaoke bar I preferred, early. And could maybe get to sing though would fill up quick! And was harder to sing on Friday and Saturday than other days.
Where then could stay later. But eventually head home, and yup, would at times find interesting conversations with folks hanging around outside the now gone Transbay Terminal. Where actually I went through daily till it was gone, as lived on Treasure Island, and you crossed the Bay Bridge into what is now commonly called SoMa, which is where I worked, when was working. Got laid off as have brought up before, and eventually ended up leaving San Francisco, in March 2012.
Copying over to here with no editing.
There is a relief in walking away quietly, if metaphorically, when those ideas that pummeled your world view so fiercely, can be tamed by your human reality. Will not think about you now, can mutter, if not in words then in actions, like at a bar where can survey your fellow humans. Having fun then becomes the work that matters, especially after work that felt like it did not. Ideas push.
You can push back, and think about the day-job tomorrow. Do not drink too much.
Was a reality back then, in San Francisco, when balanced sanity like walking a tightrope, or so told myself. What others might think? Need we bother? Like I'd really ask. The alcohol might dull others but it simply slowed me down and I'd ponder that odd reality as realized that usually people look like they're moving in slow motion to me. If I let that idea dominate while ponder if it's true.
Looking at the bartender, another drink arrives. They know me well.
Such were the nights that could happen on a Thursday. And be out of the bar before 10 pm? Or definitely in time to be home by midnight, and to sleep rapidly. To get up, and go to the day-job where data entry would give me numbers to play. The relentless typing of number after number was restful in and of itself. Sometimes the ideas would wish to come out as well. But concentrate.
Am I accurate? Of course. The astonishing accuracy needed by people who do data entry might puzzle others. The kind of area where the naive think computers could take over or do a better job, but human beings can push to near perfection. My accuracy is of course at the level of a person working at a high level corporation, who literally helps millions of dollars find their homes.
The alcohol slowed me down for a night, but effects were gone by the next day. I rarely got hangovers.
Is that a blessing or an invitation? After work, would be back at the bar early, as was a karaoke bar then might manage to sing something, as Friday was one of the busiest nights. Sometimes would simply go elsewhere.
The ideas come back. They call again against my reality. They promise things to me.
A world they offer. I consider later in the night. Looking out at the lights of San Francisco in the wee morning, with the other denizens of the alternate city, when most have gone on, and a few partiers may mix with those going to work, or coming home from work, or the homeless who gather near the now gone Transbay terminal station and talk. They talk about life and dreams and freedom and I wonder about mine.
Sometimes could feel like the city would sing to me then. That San Francisco was the best friend who understood the dreams and the nightmares and accepted both. There was a freshness to the night, and a crispness to the thought, as ideas were peaceful as well, like sleeping dogs, waiting later for their day.
The Muni 108 would finally arrive and would ride back to Treasure Island. Back across the Bay Bridge to that island in the bay, by the City by the Bay. A cycle completed.
My ideas, would find me again.
James Harris
And then after work could go to the karaoke bar I preferred, early. And could maybe get to sing though would fill up quick! And was harder to sing on Friday and Saturday than other days.
Where then could stay later. But eventually head home, and yup, would at times find interesting conversations with folks hanging around outside the now gone Transbay Terminal. Where actually I went through daily till it was gone, as lived on Treasure Island, and you crossed the Bay Bridge into what is now commonly called SoMa, which is where I worked, when was working. Got laid off as have brought up before, and eventually ended up leaving San Francisco, in March 2012.
Copying over to here with no editing.
Ideas and the City:
There is a relief in walking away quietly, if metaphorically, when those ideas that pummeled your world view so fiercely, can be tamed by your human reality. Will not think about you now, can mutter, if not in words then in actions, like at a bar where can survey your fellow humans. Having fun then becomes the work that matters, especially after work that felt like it did not. Ideas push.
You can push back, and think about the day-job tomorrow. Do not drink too much.
Was a reality back then, in San Francisco, when balanced sanity like walking a tightrope, or so told myself. What others might think? Need we bother? Like I'd really ask. The alcohol might dull others but it simply slowed me down and I'd ponder that odd reality as realized that usually people look like they're moving in slow motion to me. If I let that idea dominate while ponder if it's true.
Looking at the bartender, another drink arrives. They know me well.
Such were the nights that could happen on a Thursday. And be out of the bar before 10 pm? Or definitely in time to be home by midnight, and to sleep rapidly. To get up, and go to the day-job where data entry would give me numbers to play. The relentless typing of number after number was restful in and of itself. Sometimes the ideas would wish to come out as well. But concentrate.
Am I accurate? Of course. The astonishing accuracy needed by people who do data entry might puzzle others. The kind of area where the naive think computers could take over or do a better job, but human beings can push to near perfection. My accuracy is of course at the level of a person working at a high level corporation, who literally helps millions of dollars find their homes.
The alcohol slowed me down for a night, but effects were gone by the next day. I rarely got hangovers.
Is that a blessing or an invitation? After work, would be back at the bar early, as was a karaoke bar then might manage to sing something, as Friday was one of the busiest nights. Sometimes would simply go elsewhere.
The ideas come back. They call again against my reality. They promise things to me.
A world they offer. I consider later in the night. Looking out at the lights of San Francisco in the wee morning, with the other denizens of the alternate city, when most have gone on, and a few partiers may mix with those going to work, or coming home from work, or the homeless who gather near the now gone Transbay terminal station and talk. They talk about life and dreams and freedom and I wonder about mine.
Sometimes could feel like the city would sing to me then. That San Francisco was the best friend who understood the dreams and the nightmares and accepted both. There was a freshness to the night, and a crispness to the thought, as ideas were peaceful as well, like sleeping dogs, waiting later for their day.
The Muni 108 would finally arrive and would ride back to Treasure Island. Back across the Bay Bridge to that island in the bay, by the City by the Bay. A cycle completed.
My ideas, would find me again.
James Harris
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