Wash my clothes with nuts and save the world = best idea I've had today
(via the New Internationalist)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
wash your conscience
Wash my clothes with nuts and save the world = best idea I've had today
(via the New Internationalist)
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Digital Citizens “Social media for social good”
Things I wrote down from the Digital Citizens “Social media for social good” event in Sydney, 13 April, 2009.
Disclaimer – these are my rough notes, and there was wine.
“The average blog is read by six people,” “the future will be angry with us for demonetization,” and foursquare has some secondary uses which could be interesting i.e. urban planning and health scares– Kim McKay [@redshoes on twitter] (who heard these at South by Southwest this year).
Alan Jones [@bigyahu] (who mediated) made the point that “people are the media” which is in line with what I’ve been reading by Jim Macnamara [@jimmacnamara] who says we are living “in the media” in his book “The 21st Century Media (R)evolution.”
Karalee Evans [@Karalee_] from Headspace had some interesting things to say about:
• reaching the youth demographic who don’t read papers or watch TV. She talked about the need for a strategy around social media, and also about the importance of getting the whole organization on board from Board and CEO level to clinicians etc.
• They only have 300 followers on twitter, and are more interested in the quality engagement in this forum than numbers
• Facebook acts as a solid referral page to their website, which acts as their main call to action.
• “Social media is a long term investment”
Disclaimer – these are my rough notes, and there was wine.
“The average blog is read by six people,” “the future will be angry with us for demonetization,” and foursquare has some secondary uses which could be interesting i.e. urban planning and health scares– Kim McKay [@redshoes on twitter] (who heard these at South by Southwest this year).
Alan Jones [@bigyahu] (who mediated) made the point that “people are the media” which is in line with what I’ve been reading by Jim Macnamara [@jimmacnamara] who says we are living “in the media” in his book “The 21st Century Media (R)evolution.”
Karalee Evans [@Karalee_] from Headspace had some interesting things to say about:
• reaching the youth demographic who don’t read papers or watch TV. She talked about the need for a strategy around social media, and also about the importance of getting the whole organization on board from Board and CEO level to clinicians etc.
• They only have 300 followers on twitter, and are more interested in the quality engagement in this forum than numbers
• Facebook acts as a solid referral page to their website, which acts as their main call to action.
• “Social media is a long term investment”
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Which crazy writer are you?
...and I so wanted to be Hunter S Thompson... (via twitter, take the quiz here)
Friday, April 9, 2010
Migration is no joke
Jill dies and goes to heaven. She gets up above, and God says to her "Welcome mate, glad you made it. Now how would you feel about a holiday?" Pulling out his iPhone, God shows Jill a YouTube video of a night in hell: images of gorgeous people dancing and partying all night long is enough to convince her to take God up on his offer.
The next day Jill wakes up in Hell, finding herself in the middle of what looks like the most happening nightclub she's ever been to. Gorgeous people everywhere dancing it up to rockin' beats, mojitos on tap, flashing lights and sweat and man oh man, she was feeling alive with the buzz, the pulse, the vibrancy of the place. When the sun came up the next day and it was time to go back to Heaven, Jill was a little sad.
"What's wrong Jill? You look disappointed to be here" said God when Jill returned to the calm, quiet and orderly pastures of Heaven.
"Oh it's just that hell was so much fun! There was so much to do, and it was so loud and alive and colourful and I felt inspired! Alive!"
"I see", said God. "Well how would you like to go back?"
"Go back?! I'd love to! What's the catch?"
"This time there's no coming back. If you choose to go back to hell, then that's where you'll stay. Think about this carefully, Jill. It's a big decision."
God gave her the day to think about it, and came back in the evening to find out her answer.
"I'm going," she said. "Don't take it the wrong way, Heaven is lovely, but Hell is the kind of place for me."
"No hard feelings," said God. "Good luck."
And with that Jill descended down into the depths of hell.
Now, God being the two-way communicator he is, decided to check in with Jill a month later, and see how happy she was with the sea change.
"So Jill, it's been a month, how do you like hell?"
"Oh God, it's so hot down here! And it's so loud! The noise never stops, I can't get any peace, I never sleep, everyone is tired and cranky and stressed and hungover all the time, and no one cares! Why didn't you tell me Hell was like this? It seemed like so much fun the first time I came?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," says God, "did you think tourism and migration were the same thing?
A variation of this joke was told to me by A french man as I sipped cheap Bordeaux red and rushed to express how besotted with Paris I had become. Check. Mate.
The next day Jill wakes up in Hell, finding herself in the middle of what looks like the most happening nightclub she's ever been to. Gorgeous people everywhere dancing it up to rockin' beats, mojitos on tap, flashing lights and sweat and man oh man, she was feeling alive with the buzz, the pulse, the vibrancy of the place. When the sun came up the next day and it was time to go back to Heaven, Jill was a little sad.
"What's wrong Jill? You look disappointed to be here" said God when Jill returned to the calm, quiet and orderly pastures of Heaven.
"Oh it's just that hell was so much fun! There was so much to do, and it was so loud and alive and colourful and I felt inspired! Alive!"
"I see", said God. "Well how would you like to go back?"
"Go back?! I'd love to! What's the catch?"
"This time there's no coming back. If you choose to go back to hell, then that's where you'll stay. Think about this carefully, Jill. It's a big decision."
God gave her the day to think about it, and came back in the evening to find out her answer.
"I'm going," she said. "Don't take it the wrong way, Heaven is lovely, but Hell is the kind of place for me."
"No hard feelings," said God. "Good luck."
And with that Jill descended down into the depths of hell.
Now, God being the two-way communicator he is, decided to check in with Jill a month later, and see how happy she was with the sea change.
"So Jill, it's been a month, how do you like hell?"
"Oh God, it's so hot down here! And it's so loud! The noise never stops, I can't get any peace, I never sleep, everyone is tired and cranky and stressed and hungover all the time, and no one cares! Why didn't you tell me Hell was like this? It seemed like so much fun the first time I came?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," says God, "did you think tourism and migration were the same thing?
A variation of this joke was told to me by A french man as I sipped cheap Bordeaux red and rushed to express how besotted with Paris I had become. Check. Mate.
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