Joe Winter’s (C4 Atlanta) guest column on Maria Saporta’s blog: SaportaReport.
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Hello Tumbler world…or, i guess it is tumblr. world. Don’t wanna mess with the brand.
I am new to this site. I am not new to writing blogs. I wrote a TON of little, chatty things for my friends to read when I was a member of the MySpace community. I outgrew that site and moved on to Facebook for my social networking fixes. But, alas, that brings me back to the blog.
I remember sitting in lecture hall at Georgia State several years ago, and the topic of blogs was brought up as a unique marketing opportunity for arts nonprofits. You see, I was attending a marketing seminar for “the arts.” The person next to me said, “have you heard of these things? blogs?” I had not. The very idea of posting a diary online seemed boring to me. I had also been living under a rock for the past several months. You see, at the time, my youngest daughter was still very much an infant. It is during this period in a mother’s life, that the mother becomes socially dysfunctional. In fact, this meeting was just the beginning of my wake from the long maternal slumber of pregnancy.
“hmph.” I thought. “Sounds weird to me. This ‘blog.’” In my defense, for my lack of vision, it was called, and is called a blog. This sounded more like a product of bodily humors, than a clever way to market the performing arts.
Which brings me back to…THIS blog.
I will write (hopefully it will be more like a conversation) about “the arts.” I know, broad. But this gives us, you and I, dear reader, time to explore what the hell “the arts” are really about. I will also write about my life. So deal with it. I will try to make some point, but I am not guaranteeing that will happen.
I guess my next step is to create some sorta “about me” page. I will do that in just a bit. Stay tuned. This is it for now. Feel free to send me a topic to blab, uh, I mean, blog about. My husband just sent me a text (or txt) from our den. I need to go spend some quality time with him. In front of our T.V.