"I am eating"
"I am Going here..."
"I have Come from there"
"I have baked a cake"
"I am happy"
"I am sad"
"I am a Gentile, I am a Jew"
"I am at XYZ place;anyone here want to meet up?"
Phew....I worry about the Demon bride of Twitter - a swinging hip chick with a modern job in the crossover laced techno-branding sphere. Profiles on Flickr, Facebook, Myspace, and umpteen other presence services.
She is, by anyone's measure, riding the new wave of social media. I'm sure she has a Second Life, if even only as a professional dalliance.
I worry about the Demon bride of Twitter. I worry about the industry as a whole the way I worry about family members. Maybe I need to worry more about my consulting practice?
(This conversation has been re-dramatized in a kind of Shakespearean or Edwardian dramatic language, to make things interesting, but the intent of all dialog remains faithful, and perhaps even more understandable if rendered in this fashion:
Check out this exchange in a presentation I was making at a large, established Silicon Peninsula Tech Giant:
"So consultant, impressive portfolio, no?, What have you for this hungry, hungry VP; something enticing, no? Something satisfying, current and smelling of the blood sacrifice?', thus spake the VP of Product Development. My answer, as in all times considered, was crafted in its structure from the times immemorial and has served me well: