Attitudes about Hashtags (#Attitudes #Hashtags)

There's been a kerfluffle about use of hashtags on Twitter. Some feel that if the exact, specific hashtag is not used, it is somehow harmful, a bad thing. To wit, if #BlackLivesMatter is used, not #BLM or #BLMmarchSunday or perhaps an even more specific hashtag with a location or an event, the result is negative, not positive. The intended goal, they feel, the good, is not achieved.

Hello, again

The time may be right to resume blogging over here again. With some frequency, consistency, regularity, like the way back old days. It may just be retro Deanland time.


2016 in Review

2016 in Review

By and large, just about everyone -at this time of year- is in agreement that 2016 was a miserable year.  Except possibly Chicago Cubs fans.

What is Messaging?


Reserve September 20, 21 & 22 to learn about the Future of Messaging.  A meeting in Boston will dig deep into all manner and aspects of messaging today, tomorrow, and beyond.  More about that below.

Terror Ethos Redux

Terror attack, multiple locations, death tolls plus countless injured.  In a major city life becomes disrupted, travel comes to a halt.  Locals desperately seek contact yet fear the news of their loved ones.  Many visitors to the area (tourists, students, business people, musicians on tour) are unaccounted for.

Family members run to the locations of the attacks, holding photographs, has anyone seen this person?

Hospitals, overwhelmed with patients from the incidents, are overrun with nervous, fearful, stressed visitors seeking their relatives, friends, lovers, associates.

Country and city leaders make statements to the press.  The media repeats these and other clips over and over. Responsibility is claimed by a known terrorist organization. Patterns and background unfold.

A city is gripped with fear, sadness and a chilling sense of uncertainty.  Emotions are fervent, tensions and an inability to feel settled or centered becomes the norm.  Levels of frenzy and fear persist.

This is the new reality.

Nearby cities express support.  Sports teams drop every shred of rivalry to convey solidarity. Social media abounds with messages of concern.  Everywhere one goes it is the terror attacks, their immediate aftermath and the larger discussion of what it means becomes Topic One.

This is Paris now.

True Detective, Season 2

Once again a Facebook exchange prompts a blog post.  As before, about television.

The second season of True Detective completed its 8 episode run.  Over the eight weeks there was endless complaining to be found in TV coverage, on blogs, just about everywhere, that Season 2 was not up to par.  Now that the season has completed there are many more articles and posts damning just about everything about the show: the acting, the script, the direction, even the cinematography.

The State of Late Night TV as Letterman Makes His Exit

My friend Jennifer took note on Facebook of the "Last week countdown of the Late Night Top Ten List" That prompted me to make a comment. In turn Jennifer and I had an exchange that resulted in me posting am overview of late night TV, which to me reflects a certain state of Pop Culture. 

Jennifer got me to thinking.  With a preface and then quoting the exchange in full, here's what occurred.  

Those Year-End Recap Letters

The Year-End Letter

Back about 25 years ago...

Some call it the Christmas Letter. Others call it the Year-End letter, or the Yearly Recap. Some call it the Personal or Family Annual Report. Others refer to it as ”that damn letter from the Smiths about their perfect f*#%cking family.”  That’s usually followed with a glare or subtly implied grrr.

We all know what this is: the year on a page or two.   The accomplishments and kudos, the travels report and update on who got a new job or promotion,  who graduated, who had a baby, who won an award, who got married, and so forth.  Some even include who happily got divorced.

November 22nd: Recalling 50 & 34 Years Ago

November 22nd is a day of major note.  All day this year, more so than in others, the significance and memories were on my mind.  Perhaps it being 50 years since the JFK assassination, that being a milestone of note, is the reason.  As the day wore on it became more top of mind and as evening came close to the clock turning to November 23rd, I posted on Facebook what follows below. As sometimes occurs,after posting to Facebook I realize that it really should be a blog post.  Or be expanded and then a blog post.

Memory of Jack Klugman at a NYC Steakhouse

Back in the wild and carefree late 1980s, when money was abundant and mild corporate excess was not purely the province of the 1%, I was part of a company that used NYC's swank steakhouse Smith & Wollensky as our lunchroom. The maitre' D knew us, we could always get a table (back then it was always jam packed, lunch through dinner), and it was a rather luxurious and posh perk we gave ourselves. The company was doing well, things were good. It got that we were there so often that we were ever so slightly chummy with some of the other regulars. Some we knew by name, some we spoke with,others we nodded to or acknowledged as familiar faces. Among those in the latter group, Jack Klugman and Tony Randall.
The two of them had a standing weekly or bi-weekly lunch date there, and they always were seated in a table that was in a slight alcove, away from the general restaurant floor on the ground level. Tony Randall would graciously stop, shake hands with admirers, and with as much class and style as you can imagine, be the warmly appreciative star. Jack Klugman, on the other hand, would make a beeline for their table, keeping his head down and steering clear of interactions with the crowd.
One afternoon Tony Randall, chatting with a group of fans at a table, called to Klugman to come over. Klugman, two-thirds of the way to their table --and directly beside where my partners and I were seated-- turned around, and gave a nod to indicate that he was headed straight to the table, and not joining Randall. This elicited a groan from a good many diners at the restaurant. Klugman grinned, looked at us, and said, "Somedays I think he'll never get to the table, I could be on dessert before he gets there." Stunned that he spoke, much less spoke to *us*, I responded by saying, "Wow, Jack, you spoke to us!" He gave us a grin that could light up the room, and said, "You guys, I see you here all the time, it's like I know you." And then, to top it off, he said. "And you guys never stop either of us, you let us get to our table in peace!" Then he winked, turned around and walked to that recessed table they always shared.

Rest in Peace Jack Klugman.


The NY Times notice of Jack Klugman's passing: Jack Klugman Dies in Los Angeles

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