Zombies

The Remarkables, A blog post about blogging.

by frogpondsrock on May 23, 2012

in blogging,Zombies

The fact that a plain brown caterpillar can spin a cocoon and after a bit of a snooze, emerge as a multi coloured butterfly is pretty remarkable. Cramming hundreds of people into a tin can with wings and flying across the ocean at speeds of over 500 miles an hour is also quite remarkable. Alan Shepard thwacking a couple of golf balls across the surface of the moon is also classed as remarkable.

A bloggers talent agency in Australia, whilst long overdue, is not that remarkable.

There was a very loud and muddled conversation on twitter about The Remarkables Group, which wasn’t helped at all by whoever runs the @TheRemarksGroup twitter account only posting half a tweet at a time and responding defensively, if at all to questions by other Australian bloggers on twitter.

Other people joined the conversation and words like Storm and Furore were used, shouts of Tall Poppy Syndrome were heard and then the crowning glory of conversation stoppers was used, as Zoey Martin and I were described as Vocal Minorities with a galloping case of sour grapes.

*Sigh*

Nothing is ever easy when you are trying to get your point across in 140 characters but I thought this tweet of mine was pretty clear in its intent.

I don’t have a problem with the @TheRemarksGroup or with the Remarkables themselves. I have a problem with the promotion of Superiority

Indeed it is the promotion of superiority that I dislike very much, but I am very well aware that Brands and PR love it.

The first rule in Marketing is:- If you want to sell Product Z, you first have to make people want to buy Product Z. The easiest way to make people want to buy Product Z is To make Product Z exclusive, thus heightening its desirability by a zillion marketing points.

But there is also a very real and clear danger here in this small Australian fishbowl, that  this premise of exclusivity will backfire on the remarks group and ultimately hurt those bloggers that are involved.

The tweets from @TheRemarksGroup linking to a blog post by Seth Godin titled, You will be judged or you will be ignored  also act to further shut down conversation. The Remarkables Group make it clear that they are coming from a defensive position of the injured party being wilfully misunderstood by some disgruntled and jealous members of the Australian blogging community.

*Sigh*

The Remarkables Group represents five Australian bloggers, two of whom are internet friends of mine, I would like to state clearly and for the record that I wish all five remarkable bloggers the very best in their new venture. May your blogging careers be truly remarkable and may your spare rooms be forever full of interesting product.

A bloggers agent is a fantastic idea, but surely the job of an agent is to promote those bloggers in their stable to the best of their ability. Not to deliberately provoke some members of the Australian blogging community with the assertion that we the unremarkables have also been judged and somehow found to be lacking?

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Hi everyone last week I was incredibly busy preparing for the upcoming exhibition in the Off Centre’s Micro Gallery that I didn’t get a chance to comment on any of your posts. I am sorry about that.

The kiln is in the process of cooling down now and I should be able to sneak a peek at the work late on Tuesday. So without further ado I am pleased to host the 52 edition of Sunday Selections.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

The Photos

This isn’t my photo. It is a photo of Philadelphia Hanson Viney’s work, that I am using as our invitation to our exhibition. The photo was taken by a good friend of mine. Talented local photographer Robin Roberts.

The rest of these are my photos.

 

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I have a very active imagination, I create wonderful “what if” scenarios inside my mind complete with multicoloured layers of alternate realities. This can be a good thing as it enables me to visualise work that I need to make and I can quickly fill pages of my visual diary with ideas that will keep me happy in the studio for months.

This can also be a bad thing as when I am feeling especially maudlin, I can spend an inordinate amount of time brooding on possible futures for my family, all of them grim, and so my mood plummets. Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and Autism don’t make for happy daydreams.

I try not to think of the long term ramifications of my daughter dislocating her good knee yesterday. I try to block memories of a particularly harrowing post, written by my bendy cyber daughter in England from my mind, as the thought of a dislocating trachea is just too horrible to contemplate. Yet it happens to my bendy girl and I worry.

I must not allow myself to dwell on all the medical problems that beset my family, my sons anxiety, his high blood pressure at 17, his pain. The fact that my husband at 48 years old, requires slow release morphine patches  in order to walk, and as I wrote those very words on this blog , The Spouse came into the kitchen to say good morning and as he kissed me, his right hip dislocated and then his left decided to do the same. The Spouse has gone back to his bed to lie down until his morning nausea abates, then he will get up and push through his pain barriers and finish building his new garage, from timber he milled himself. And I will gently chide him for working too hard, knowing that his pride will not allow the pain to win and also knowing that tomorrow he will be in slightly more pain that he was today.

I need distractions from my reality otherwise I too will begin to fall apart.

And this is where you come into play, internet.

You are my escapism.

Twitter provides me with countless hours of escapism. News links to all the current events that interest me. I follow the Occupy Wall Street movement closely, I keep an eye on various anonymous news feeds, I follow human rights abuses here and abroad. I subscribe to prostitutes and politicians, skeptics and believers, anonymous street artists and the world’s great museums and they all keep my mind occupied.

My Die Churp Die twitter revolution, complete with its own #occupychurp hashtag and catchy graphic designed by the inimitable Zoey from Goodgoogs, is an attempt to entertain myself, whilst not so subtly pointing out that I think my fellow tweeters are worth much more, than the few cents churping  promoted tweets will provide.

But this is only my opinion and my opinion is only one amongst the millions. If you don’t like what I am saying on twitter, please unfollow me rather than send me snarky emails with dodgy hotmail addresses.

My dislike of the principles behind churp are as inconsequential in the scheme of things as my love of Zombie Klout. But if pressed, I will admit that  it is the complete lack of originality in the churp churp logo that offends me the most.

I am a hypocrite of the first order as I will ask you to give me a +K for Zombies and I will tweet those links at the same time as I will use a Die Churp Die avatar. I will retweet links condemning Klout for creating Klout profiles for unauthorised minors, at the same time as I will declare that I am The Great White Crocodile Hunting Zombie Film Maker on Klout.

Why do I do this?

I do these things, simply to amuse myself, internet.

To take my mind off the things that grieve me.

To give myself a few minutes relief from the things in my life that hurt.

It is that simple.

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On lists and other things.

by frogpondsrock on October 12, 2011

in blogging,friendship,Fun,Zombies

I am on a list.

A very special list. (This is where you all go, YAY and punch the air above your computers!)

A list that is calculated by an algorithm, not by the number of votes you can pester your friends into giving you.

A list that isnt created by a PR company or a brand wanting link backs.

A list that was featured on a daytime Television show back in 2009 when the Australian blogsophere was still just a very small group.

A list that has been around for as long as I have been blogging and has been used as a yardstick for success for a while now.

The list began in October 2007 and after a rather long hiatus is back in action, bigger and better than ever. The directory will showcase the wonderfully talented Women Bloggers we have in Australia, a celebration of women blogging, across ALL niche, no matter what you blog about.

Blogs are ranked by an algorithm which combines a variety of metrics from Google, Alexa, Yahoo and Klout, it is by no means completely accurate. But it helps give a good snapshot of the women blogging in Australia.

 

 

 

 

Why am I drawing you attention to this list I hear you ask? Why am I flag waving furiously for this list? Why,why, why?

I will tell you.

But first you need to imagine that there is some sort of rousing musical anthem being played in the background.

I want you all to stand here with me in this proud moment in history and savour the glory with me.

I want you all to high five the air in front of your computers and imagine me high fiving the air back at you ( in slow motion of course)

I wont be in the top 100 for very long and I wanted to share my fleeting moment of glory with you all.

I want to have on public record that I was on a list that mattered. Once.

Once, back in the olden days when life was different and social networks called Plurk were all the rage, when Myspace was still in favour, when bloggers could photograph alien spaceships and search for Zombies in the local hospital. When life was rosy within the blogosphere and we all sat around virtual campfires singing kumbaya. When we all linked to each other because it was good manners and not because we thought we had to. When lists mattered and technorati was the be all and end all of ranking.

Aah those were the days my friend.

 

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I may as well get the UFO out of the way. I am a tad peeved because the bloody thing buggered up a half decent sunset shot by hovering and being all beamy and reflective. It is also quite annoying that I now have the Startrekking song song stuck in my head as well. Bloody Aliens…

Can you see the rectanglular beam of light? That is my accidental Alien spaceship. You can right click on the photo and click view image for a better look.

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Now back to the Zombies.

Once I started to have a proper look for evidence of zombies lurking in the hospital, the signs were everywhere. Zombie hunting is a bit like being pregnant. You don’t notice pregnant women until you are pregnant yourself and then it seems like every second woman is preggers as well.

Scratch marks on the walls where a zombie has dragged away a protesting victim.

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In every lift the floors and levels were clearly labelled. Except for  the one that we used….

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I crept out of the lift and very carefully continued on my way.

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I didn’t want to go down this hallway but I knew that If I wanted proof positive I had to continue…

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Finally I was nearing the end of my search. I was feeling a bit dizzy by now and I wondered if it was some sort of anti-zombie spray…

mmmm-another-restricted-zone

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK I had found them…

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TO BE CONTINUED……………

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