For April 2020, owing to the health crisis, Ben Huberman at WordPress has reopened the WordPress Discover challenges, to help out bloggers who like to blog about the same thing as other interested bloggers. Today’s theme is “song,” and I thought of one particular piece of music that had me silly when I was a child.
I have the good fortune that my parents are passingly interested in film, and it was actually cool that they showed me many films when I was a child. In the nineteen-eighties, home video was a goliath, and movies went from the cinema to the home in a matter of no time. Although I think my parents had more of a problem with me as the years went by, during my teen years, while I was a young adolescent, they kind of gave me the “PG” treatment by watching Hollywood fare with me, as they’d done for years.
I remember particularly the sort of inappropriate film fare of rock star Hollywood director Tim Burton that my parents seemed to understand, in their way, that was cool for film viewers. The scene in Tim Burton’s 1988 comedy Beetlejuice, when Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis haunt the dinner party of the people who have moved into the house where the couple lived while they were alive, got me pretty silly, being only a little guy at the time. I’ve found it on YouTube.
Thank you to WordPress, and Ben Huberman, for bringing back the Discover challenges. If you enjoy film comedy, you may well have seen Beetlejuice, and I believe it’s the favourite film of my cousin Caryl. She’s a few years younger than me, but as for pieces of music that affected me as a child, I would admit that did.
Great news, I saw this evening, the WordPress Discover challenges are back. Every day of April 2020, there will be a Discover prompt to help people keep blogging when there is so much consternation about them, and throughout the world.
The Discover prompts invites bloggers to give their handle on the idea of “open,” when something you wish open is in fact closed. I guess that sounds obvious.
I have a persistent interest in what’s happening behind the scenes at Disney. I was there once as a kid, in 1991, with my mom and dad and my brother and sister. As you probably suspect, both Disneyland and Walt Disney World are closed.
I hear Disney talked about on YouTube, and actually, the channel Clownfish TV talks about Disney quite a bit. I take it the two Clownfish TV hosts are into movies and that kind of thing.
Actually, the other day, they reminded their audience that they have taken no interest in watching The Rise of Skywalker. To me, that’s strange because a general interest in Disney would usually include an interest in Star Wars, but they are just so discouraged at Clownfish TV with the sequel trilogy that they have zero anticipation for at last seeing Episode IX. They said it didn’t get the greatest reviews, but for me, it’s hard to relate to the idea that they could just never see it and live happily after.
I just like to think about how nice it must be spending a day at one of the Disney parks and that kind of thing. I don’t believe much that I’ll ever return to Disney World, and perhaps to them at Clownfish that reality might not be a reality, that they could possibly relate to.
I was really surprised by some people afoul of the Star Wars backlash, which I presume will never end. I thought the worst of the incalcitrant attitude to what happened with the sequel trilogy might fade away, but maybe that won’t be the case. To be more honest, I imagined that the backlash would rear its head occasionally when new Star Wars stories were put to film and video, but it really is a pervasive phenomenon, I think now.
I am glad for the Discover challenges to have reopened, and I just wanted to say that the businesses I would have most liked to overcome the difficulties posed by the crisis are the Disney theme parks. It just wasn’t possible, it is clear. I hope to get in on the Discover challenges some more, while we continue this quarantine.
As consumers spend less money, companies will also slash their advertising budgets. As two of the largest digital advertising platforms in the world, Facebook and Google will bear the brunt of that slowdown. Last year, Facebook generated nearly 99% of its revenue from ads, while Alphabet generated 83% of its revenue from Google’s ads.
This weekend, I saw on The Verge that, given the obligation to let their employees work from home, Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg admitted that Facebook is taking a hard hit. I had wondered if again Zuckerberg would be a champ, because of the overall usefulness of Facebook, despite their somewhat dubious reputation. I am interested in what more knowledgeable people than me have said is going on.
Thinking about this, I imagined empty Facebook offices. I found the site FACEBOOK Design about business strategies. Great looking webpage.
I read the seven areas FACEBOOK Design is interested in explaining.
i. A COLLABORATIVE PROCESS
The idea of FACEBOOK Design begins in a collaboration. The great David Fincher-directed 2010 film The Social Network tells the story of Mark Zuckerberg, who made Facebook a reality, innovatively succeeding. On the off chance that you are a visionary, The Social Network is an important film to appreciate viewing.
You know, you really don’t need a forensics team to get to the bottom of this. If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.
— Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg), The Social Network
The typography of the word Facebook on the world wide web is, of course, an example of successful branding. I personally never undertook branding myself very seriously, as I don’t believe branding is the element that makes or breaks someone self-employed. Of course, many would disagree, as being on social effectively means that have you branded yourself.
iv. AN EMPATHETIC COLOUR PALETTE
Solitary hues reflect inconspicuous great taste.
Perhaps referring to a desire for web services to seem futuristic, FACEBOOK Design says that the product presents a sense of motion. I had thought the correct word for the context was “mobile.” Maybe the word “movement” better reflects what Facebook does for the individual. Everyone knows the value of being mobile.
vi. ART DIRECTION
Art direction, I think here, means looking at Facebook, inaction, as highlighted by the design team. I normally thought that Facebook features a longing to simply be creative.
vii. MOVING FORWARD
I realized that, for instance, the clients who spend on their business pages would recommend it, if someone asked me about social media.
Putting these together, if you are running a business page on Facebook, or have a fan page or even just own an impressive personal Facebook page, the ideas behind these might help you.
A pack of assets, Facebook has gone to relatively serious lengths to try to help a beginning entrepreneur come up with effective ads. This pack is potentially the start of something lucrative.
Brand Guidelines and Assets
Facebook means business about turning your work into something high-level and breaks down in a few following ways.
https://en.facebookbrand.com/facebookapp/ breezes through the “f” Logo. It also tries to preserve the design or colour. The Facebook brand, I think I have a perception of–a year prior, I took it I was achieving something. I have put thought into how to coordinate a Facebook page.
Talking About Facebook
Several phrases are suggested to write a call-to-action for an ad on Facebook. This makes me want to revise old posts.
A couple of points about including the word “Facebook” in ad copy are checked off on https://en.facebookbrand.com/facebookapp/. The font size and style should be consistent. I found out about advertising in secondary, an average evaluation, or younger.
Also, Forbes once identified in one swoop several resources to help you. These resources remain effective.
1) Jon Loomer
Through an expert excursion that went from the NBA and the American Cancer Society, Loomer has gotten Facebook. He gives free and “freemium” guidance to advertisers.
2) Digital Marketer
Anybody with enthusiasm for computerized promotion can get advanced exhortation: http://www.digitalmarketer.com/ They spread email, social, search, and that’s just the beginning.
3) Social Media Examiner
I have a personal interest in this. The webpage posts blog articles once per day to stay up with the latest, to gain understanding into ROI, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. I read their articles occasionally.
4) Facebook Ads University
Inspired by an engaged methodology that covers Facebook well beyond all other computerized techniques? Provided that this is true, look no farther than Dominate Web Media’s Facebook Ads University. This asset is especially unique in that it’s a membership to assist you with streamlining your technique with exercises, recordings and different assets.
I am hoping that these sources from Forbes help illuminate what you need to get done.
5) Social Media Explorer
This is another one I use myself. This asset is all blogs.
The office behind this blog, SME Digital, is a pioneer in content, a specialist in internet life by proceeding to post top-notch content for advertisers. The posts themselves are long and informative. I read them now and again.
6) Social Pros Podcast
Another office respected for its skill online, Convince and Convert are behind the Social Pros Podcast. Every week, Jay Baer and Adam Brown welcome a visitor from the field to discuss genuine online networking. The outcome is enlightening.
Last but not least, Facebook itself is an impressive resource.
I joined Facebook a long while back after going full speed ahead, to become reacquainted with individuals whose comeuppance had been like mine in grade school. I don’t have a big Facebook page, but I helped steer a local cemetery, whose care is in the hands of my family, onto Facebook, and before the current health crisis there were steady results.
Looking to pull in advertisers, Facebook has distributed a wide scope of articles. In a progression of recordings and posts, you can find out about setting up your page, running a promotion, estimating, and considerably more. It’s a priceless asset for advertisers, regardless of whether you’re beginning or are hoping to build the vital component.
These are only a couple of incalculable assets accessible to Facebook advertisers around the world. Be that as it may, they’re wonderful – buy into the email, tune in digital, read blog entries, and before you know it, you will be a specialist.
Facebook is an incredible method to work together. I enjoy Facebook, and I hope that I get an opportunity to continue to interact on it in the nomenclature of the cemetery whom I represent and that is operated by my father, Peter. You’re welcome to comment and/or to follow. I am also available on Twitter, where I’m a bit further off the radar: https://twitter.com/findingenvirons
This title was devised with the help of Portent.The story is true, that the girl quoted Salinger in her second or third letter to me. I thought I was lucky I got that far, because in the Y2K era snail mail was already rare.
I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.
– J. D. Salinger The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield in Chapter 3, in the wake of deceiving.
When I was in my early twenties, a little ahead of Y2K, I think, I paid a visit to Kingston, Ontario, where I noticed a girl, dressed like a punk rocker, sitting up on the curb, asking passerby’s to spare change. She was pretty, if I do say so myself, her hair dyed bright blue that matched the fishnets not doing a whole lot to keep her legs warm in the winter night, petite, and completely on her own.
I thought I would say hi to her. She must have seemed out of her mind to most everyone else, or perhaps just innocuous, but Kingston is a college town, and there are bright young girls everywhere. I think this particular girl was a singer in a band, or would be soon.
We chatted, we watched the street, we met a couple people. I would have liked to get off the streets, but where were we going to go? I’d just met her.
It took every ounce of confidence I had to keep up what I was passing off as charm, given the circumstances. It became a sort of a nice time. I probably should have taken her to the arcade up the street.
By morning I got from her an address for her mom, in Scarborough, from where I suppose it counted she had run away from, and although there weren’t even all that many letters from her, I think it was probably the second one from her to me where she put in ink the above quote from The Catcher in the Rye. All I could think when I got that letter was that the girl probably literally was a liar. Almost everybody lies, except maybe devout Buddhists, or others with that kind of mindset.
Since The Catcher in the Rye, Holden Caulfield has become a symbol for insubordination and tension and now remains among the most significant characters of twentieth-century American writing. The excellent TV character Jughead, in Riverdale, mentions in Season 4, Episode 8 The Catcher in the Rye, to Mrs. Burble. Following Archie’s lead, Jughead likewise hasn’t applied to any schools, and when he stops by Riverdale High to get his transcript, he gets a meeting with Mrs. Burble, regardless of his “Holden Caulfield stance on phony small talk.”
I wonder how Holden would feel about Facebook if he were an adolescent in the year 2020. Well, actually, I guess I know–he would hate it. Possibly if the issue was working it, he would abhor how Generation Z doesn’t have a similar eagerness for it that Millennials have.
Millennials are youthful enough to feel strong and astute, and they’ve been on the internet since right back when they were youngsters. Would Holden hate the specific act of asking a street girl how she was doing given that she might experience distress? Even that I guess he would, for the suffering that young girls go through when they run away, for an economic system necessitating that some young girls go on the run, for the fact of a college town itself even existing given that the tools of education are extensively available.
I am certain the young lady would have liked herself on Facebook if she met herself as another, and I am certain the girl felt as brilliant as those strolling past her. It didn’t appear to get her down. She had good karma.
I believe being a runaway underground rocker was what she needed to be, notwithstanding that it was unthinkable, I assume. I finally cried when I returned home the following day, as it truly seems to be a merciless world. Nothing was wrong, though, other than that twenty years later I’d be writing the story in a post inspired by Portent.
I’d had a comforter in my backpack. When I noticed the cold, I let her wrap it around her shoulders.
We went into the Burger King with that around her. There were muddy tracks on it from the slush on the restaurant floor when we left. Those mud stains came out in the wash.
In the nineteen nineties, we didn’t have Facebook. However, I wish I’d considered PCs in the school other than the negligible business I learned when I got around to signing in my last time in a study hall. It took me years beyond the nineties to cross that finish line, by the way.
Years later, while it was appalling that the confidence everybody had, to translate their lives into Facebook status posts and business page numbers, ended with what happened between the White House and Cambridge Analytica, I think the popularity of Facebook will return. The Wall Street Journal ran an idiosyncratic feature for its tech segment this week.
At least one American journalist is trying to rekindle the same enjoyment we had with Facebook up until the present administration in the White House. I am a modest Canadian, yet I needed to reproduce the experience for the individuals who see this.
My nephew’s twenty-first birthday was five days ago–he let my mom and dad know he was getting by. I wish him all the best.
It’s the end of March and two weeks ago was St. Patrick’s Day for 2020. The weather in Southern Ontario was reasonable in light of expectations. I found myself spending less time on Facebook. My sister telephoned me a couple of times.
A cousin of my mother, Cathie, along other lovely people, with a hobby of genealogy, ending with a nice account of the Irish my mother’s side of the family has. It looks like this St. Patrick’s Day, 2020, I’ll be a little less Irish. It looks grim.
the act or instance of making or becoming different.
I wish a lot of things were different, but I never would have chalked up the possibility of experiencing our pandemic catastrophe in my own life. I read of environmental warnings, like that there could be, say, eight years until the damage to the planet caused by humans becomes irreversible, or that global warming will cause sea levels to rise, however active God is on the picture at large. I don’t know how human beings will fare.
To consider attacks between warring groups the world over, hellbent on decreasing each other to iotas, to very small pieces, I think also police and military unfairly treat peaceable citizens, because the police loathe the skin colour or addiction, behaviour that doesn’t toe the line for the safety of the public. I think about these now and again, yet I hadn’t thought of what really descended three months ago. It is hard to contextualize that.
I always do my best to enjoy St. Patrick’s Day, as so many do with aplomb and style. I welcome the end of winter. We are all called on to be, not so much Godfearing, as instead socially distant from one another.
Good on us all the same, that we can find solidarity in separating from one another, in a fashion that, like the lot of the unlucky addict, is no fault of our own.
We will have to come up with new measures to survive, and we have to do it at a time when I am sure many of us would be happier celebrating St. Patty’s in the usual fashion, wearing the colour green, and staying out late. We’re told to stay out of bars and restaurants and nightclubs and still young people want to go to those kinds of haunts. I want to be young myself, but not to the extent I want to risk sacrificing growing old.
I wanted to think about a superb St. Patrick’s Day, and although I recall it every year, I don’t know I could say that any specific March festivity was better than some other. A number of them were beautiful and left me feeling blessed. I am grateful to The Lord.
1998 occurs to me, becoming 21 years of age. However, against how this spring is going, I don’t think the excitement of taking a visit back in time is going to especially cause me to feel better. I like to enjoy speaking a kind word at certain times, because a little kindness sprinkled in the mix, while not reversing the uncertainty that we’re facing, does help temper the darkness.
I would like to wish you a happy St. Patrick’s Day, dreadful or not.
St. Patrick’s Day isn’t to be overlooked, obviously. Go with the luck of the Irish! Let’s have a safe spring!
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I’m looking forward to the weekend, as Sunday is the Ides of March, a day I’ve before celebrated, and to get serenity I needed to utilize a little ingenuity. Many individuals like this season. Of course, this year is upsetting for reasons I am sure that you know, from the news, but my father pointed out something to me, and coming to an understanding about this, I found myself wanting to add the idea.
I tuned in to what he said, two or three weeks prior, in his truck as we drove up the road, and I had a morning doughnut. In the next few days, I thought to compose this essay. This is how I would represent his idea–it isn’t all that much work. You’re welcome to make of it what you will.
My dad Peter is typically a calm man. The nature of our business is a cemetery, which we’ve operated together for eight or nine years. My dad managed a municipal cemetery for many years before he retired from there.
He decided he loved Maple Lawn when he learned its board of trustees no longer desired to maintain it. A week and a half ago, Dad unexpectedly gave me a life lesson, something that had moved him during his career with the city. He said a business speaker ignited a connection for him, a long time previously, something I didn’t think about him.
The speaker discussed a monkey, an issue, which I deduced implied a method for dealing with stress.
The speaker had said that another individual might bring you a monkey on the back. That person already has his or her monkey on the back, and sharing that load with you is reduced in intensity for the person being unburdened, but the problem remains, now shared with you. Now there are troubles for you, for you to bear yourself.
My dad said the message stayed with him. The story reminded me of the late Wayne Dyer, the writer of numerous books about otherworldly thinking, spiritual issues, that is, like negativity, to which I am occasionally subject. My father was venturing to propose I compose this essay, which I figured I could do, keeping in mind Dad’s convictions.
Dad cautioned me not to let the burden, of letting a monkey take hold on my back, ruin what I have, for myself, in my life. I felt for an instant pity wash, like bathwater, all through me, and I needed to take a quick glance out the window not to surrender to tears. I feel like that when I take a gander at myself in a light that I will never again find sensible.
It’s March now, and spring will break in about seven days. My birthday is on the Ides of March. This year it follows two days after Friday the 13th, today’s date, seldom real lucky in anyone’s book.
I will check whether I can slip this on. I unquestionably want to.
When my Uncle Rick’s brother, the artist, was alive, he hung a toy monkey on a store mannequin. The man who thought of that was a craftsman, and dress store administrator. My grip doesn’t quite coordinate the same energy.
Be that as it may, I discovered his craft intriguing, after his passing. My father said I should refer to the non-literal monkey. I tried to value the proposal.
Don’t let a monkey hang off of your back. I am a flawed human being, but I believe that you need to take care of yourself before you can do much for anyone else.
Sometimes, when I want to write a blog post, I turn to a random generator to help develop an idea. While it’s not wise to let go of a secret, it shouldn’t be too big a surprise that such a tool is helpful. By far almost everything I think to write springs from my beleaguered self.
I know no writer wants to be called a plagiarist. I am steadfast of the belief that “everything is a remix” and go from there.
I do take a few liberties assembling content. Be that as it may, I am not making a solitary dollar from composing this.
Years ago, when my godmother was visiting us here in town, she observed that “it’s all been done.” She also admonished me not to tweet. I took to heart neither of this advice, although I am sure that the dear lady is far more capable than I am, like it or not.
I also think she would neither remember any of that conversation over dinner nor would she cop to saying anything like that. Life works like that sometimes.
Her mom, my grandma, an even longer time back, each year, on New Year’s Eve, would keep an eye on us, while my folks were out celebrating the New Year. As I am the oldest, I enjoyed the privilege of staying up with my grandmother and watching the ball drop at Times Square.
We would have a cup of tea together. It’s been about twenty years since she passed on. She was a stunning old dear.
Valentine’s Day is here in eight days, and it appears we are in a period of development, it should be obvious. I was reading a blog Monday night, by an NYC blogger, Beauty Beyond Bones, who reflects on everything Jesus does for her.
The Beauty Beyond Bones blog goes live three times a week, I believe, both Monday and Thursday evenings, which are her regular event, and Wednesdays, her recipe-sharing. Good eating is one serving of Beauty Beyond Bones’ expertise. I doubt she would have it any other way.
Monday, the Beauty Beyond Bones blog pointed out that while, characteristically, astrology and the Law of Attraction tend to pull in people who are searching for answers, that may not be The Way, to put a Taoist label on that kind of struggle. I wouldn’t be above joining such a movement, as I am in my forties and without question, there is a brigade of more youthful and fit men loaded with moxie against who I don’t know I can pull in more than I have.
Beauty Beyond Bones put up a link Monday to an awesome webcast where she typifies her biography. You may see her blog for yourself:
I enjoy the Internet and just this year I chose to get a Tik Tok account, after discovering that my sister and her husband had done a little video on the website. On the first of February, I put up a photo that I soon thought better of.
I care for a cemetery, but does that necessitate I represent myself not unlike the host of cult TV item Tales from the Crypt? Presumably not, while in a snapshot of what I thought would be motivation, I chose to risk the picture.
I imagine it would frighten people with certain sensibilities. Rookie move.
There are no fixed rules to social media, except to go ahead and do it. I am sure everybody is prone to the odd bad decision when tackling that kind of thing. It’s Tik Tok, anyway, not eHarmony, the dating service.
It did occur to me that, if anybody noticed how I was handling myself, there was a good chance that I would not know that person much longer. There were aspects of the image that I liked, and there were aspects I didn’t. I presume, regardless of how much development I appreciate, I will consistently have that sense to want to be a crypt keeper.
When I was a boy and had a different sense of the theatrical, I liked to be the Dungeon Master. There is no shortage of folk interested in games like D + D. Better believe it, the game’s monsters, the undead, and Medusa.
It’s difficult to clarify to anyone who became an adult playing Super Mario Brothers, Nintendo’s mammoth game.
I realize that as long as my folks are alive and healthy, I must remain here to show them out, you may put it. I’m a Catholic and I don’t have much trouble acknowledging my faith.
Whether I can accommodate various aspects of my mental self-portrait with what is most critical, presently, is something I think about. I am trying to put this in more simple terms than is easy, in pursuit of something intangible. It’s neither an idea that comes easy nor is language to encapsulate that want easy to write.
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