Monthly Archives: January 2012

Already backing out of this commitment

OK, I didn’t forget.

Three weeks after starting this blog, it’s dusty as West Robinwood in this piece. (Wait, do we still say that?) Anyway, I’ve been thinking a bit about Twitter personalities…

Twitter is far too much pressure as a young professional. Particularly as a young professional working in journalism. I’ve had my account for three years as some tweetbot reminded me this week. Three years ago, I wasn’t a reporter. I was just a copy editor with a locked account, a few followers and a lot on my mind.

Three years later, I’ve got a noticeable “name” — I’m not a celeb by any means. I’m not a veteran reporter. I’m not even going to put myself on any kind of pedestal here. But when you write a piece or two for a large news outlet that goes viral, people search for you. People want to know if you’re going to keep them just as informed on Twitter as you do in your profession.

In a competitive media environment like mine, everything you say can be held against you. One slip could land you on the competitor’s front page. Open whispers among fellow journalists using your screenname in their mentions are there for an audience. Even worse, the journalism demigods at Poynter could shame you into the abyss of journalistic screw-ups. I don’t want that to happen.

But I’ve been staunch about not being a 24/7 super-media guy on Twitter. Frankly, I’d much rather livetweet award shows, “Braxton Family Values” and “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” if I could. And I do. Occasionally, “The Game” as well. And shade my high school classmates. Exchange in-jokes with my closest Twitter buddies, give my observations on society and help out those with questions. I’ve made no apologies for it and I’ve even lost a follower or two the morning after I’ve clogged your timelines with what I consider to be witty.

But I don’t want to be seen as some trash-TV junkie who isn’t aware. Being in media gives me a front-row seat…well, maybe two rows back…to the goings-on that keep you functioning in society. Outside of the job (which I’m still not talking about!), I consume a variety of news sources. Newspapers, blogs, magazines…I read everywhere. I read everything. I read the tire industry magazines when I get my tires rotated.

I just choose not to share every link I come across on Twitter. Does that make me a bad person? I would hope not. And no, I’m not trying to justify what I do tweet about. I’m just saying…

“The Game” comes on tonight, by the way.


But what I’m not going to do is…

The last thing I ever want to do here is give you advice you didn’t ask for, especially when it comes to Imagerelationships. I just realized that when I started this thing. If you feel inspired by something, fine, but it’ll never be my purpose to tell YOU what to do from my pulpit.

Why do I say this? Because I know about 11 million people from high school and other places trying to Steve Harvey their way into some guru position by telling people what they think they need to hear. Sirs and madames, you are not as smart as you think you are. Just had to get that out.

OK, now let’s begin!

Bringing blogging back in 2012

Hi, there. Let me introduce myself.

I’m Aaron. I’ve been sharing my life online for more than a decade. (Scary thought, actually.) I’ve had accounts with BlackPlanet, AOL, Blogspot, Xanga, LiveJournal and Tumblr. It’s about time that I purchased my own corner of the Web world. So I’m here for the moment.

I’m not that interesting. But I find blogging — if that’s what we still call it in 2012 — to be soothing. Cathartic. Eye-opening. Thought-provoking. Inspiring. And fun. So it was time for a comeback.

Twitter and Facebook have dominated my online interests for a minute now, but I started to miss telling stories. As we all know, there’s only so much you can say in 140 characters or in a status update.

And on Twitter, if you go over 140 characters, you’re asked to become more clever. That demand, almost like peer pressure, turned Twitter into a clever contest. All wit, all the time. And pro tips. And you’re-doing-it-wrongs, PSAs and other reminders that if I made a mistake here, the Twitter gods would cast me into exile until I redeemed myself in the next 140.

With blogging, there were no limits. I mean, there were limits, but mistakes were allowed. And there’s no pressure to add followers. No worries if links were to be clicked. Just more freedom.

So I’m bringing blogging back. I’m paying $25 a year for this site, and I don’t like wasting money. So I am committing to this. But I’m not going to stress over who’s reading and how many people are reading. Like I said, this is my corner of the Web world.

What I’m not going to do?

-Talk about the job. If you know me, you know what I do and where I do it. I might mention some tidbits here and there, but there won’t be any office talk.

-Talk as if I’m on the job all the time. I’m a grown adult with bills in my name, so if I want to say “I ain’t” instead of “I’m not,” then that’s my grammar problem and not yours. We’re here to relax.

-Talk about you. I’m always an observer, but your secrets are safe with me. Tell me something in confidence, and it won’t end up here. I won’t comment on something you talk about on a different social platform. And on that same note, there will be no “subtweets,” cryptic posts or blind items — we’re keeping it grown over here. And also, this is a judgment-free zone. (But I will be snarky when I see fit.)

So that’s my intro for now. Let’s continue the journey and see where it goes.