Gen M is about passion, responsibility, authenticity, and challenging yesterday’s way of everything. Everywhere I look, I see an explosion of Gen M businesses, NGOs, open-source communities, local initiatives, government. Who’s Gen M? Obama, kind of. Larry and Sergey. The Threadless, Etsy, and Flickr guys. Ev, Biz and the Twitter crew. Tehran 2.0. The folks at Kiva, Talking Points Memo, and FindtheFarmer. Shigeru Miyamoto, Steve Jobs, Muhammad Yunus, and Jeff Sachs are like the grandpas of Gen M. There are tons where these innovators came from.
Gen M isn’t just kind of awesome — it’s vitally necessary. If you think the “M”s sound idealistic, think again.
The great crisis isn’t going away, changing, or “morphing.” It’s the same old crisis — and it’s growing.
People will pay for content if it is so unique they can’t get it anywhere else, so fast they benefit from getting it before anyone else, or so related to their tribe that paying for it brings them closer to other people. We’ll always be willing to pay for souvenirs of news, as well, things to go on a shelf or badges of honor to share.
People will not pay for by-the-book rewrites of news that belongs to all of us. People will not pay for yesterday’s news, driven to our house, delivered a day late, static, without connection or comments or relevance. Why should we? A good book review on Amazon is more reliable and easier to find than a paid-for professional review that used to run in your local newspaper, isn’t it?
Like all dying industries, the old perfect businesses will whine, criticize, demonize and most of all, lobby for relief. It won’t work. The big reason is simple:
In london - Lauren and I jet-lag slept until 1 PM. Yesterday was packed to the gills with stuff, so I guess we deserve a break.
This afternoon we want to hit up the Tower of London, the Globe, (I want to hit up) the Tate Modern, and Lauren is DYING to do the London Eye. (It’s the perfect storm of her interest in engineering and How Stuff Works and her kid enthusiasm of “OMG GIANT FERRIS WHEEL.”)
Lauren’s dad is staying at the hotel to catch up on some work remotely, so it’s just me, her, and London. :)
i’m leaving today - and wish i wasn’t. the southbank day you’re talking about is what my boyfriend planned for me on my birthday and it was fantastic.
enjoy your time, and make sure you hit up Selfridges - there’s a HUGE sale on now.
adventures in australian journalism: twitter is SO over
"Like diseases that must mutate to infect ever more hosts, transitory technologies have an enormous impact until people build up resistance - which is what is happening to free social messaging service Twitter now. Certainly Twitter has generated a pandemic of popularity, but it appears many people quickly decide Twitter is tedious, with 60 per cent of new users becoming ex-users in a month."
This morning, I found myself in a very rare situation. Rarer than say, hen’s teeth or sober Britney Spearses or whatever metaphor you want to throw at it: there was hot water left when I went to shower.
Maybe that’s an illustration of how sad I am and/or how the littlest things make me super, super excited, but needless to say, I was friggin’ thrilled.
I’m standing there, about five minutes into the maximum seven minutes of hot water available at the best of times, when I started panicking. Something was wrong. Really fucking wrong. Standing with a bar of soap in my non-gimp hand, I’m trying to asses what the hell’s going on, why the walls are suddenly closing in around me and why I’m short of breath.
That’s when I realized I was still wearing my underpants. Happy Friday, self. You are an idiot.