As we continue to wait for the Wahooly creative team to put together their final touches on a project that we are all excited about. I thought I would take some time and examine an issue that seems to be problematic with the group as a whole.
“OH MY GOODNESS, MY KLOUT SCORE JUST TOOK IT IN THE TANK! WHAT DO I DO?”
While panic is the normal process for such a drop in Klout, it may not mean much at all.
Let’s look at what the Klout score really is. It’s a measure of your 90 DAY ACTIVITY! It’s not how special you are this moment, not how horrible you were 91 days ago, just a snapshot of your overall web presence.
Klout looks at your Twitter retweets and mentions, your Facebook comments, wall-posts and likes, your LinkedIn comments and likes, your Foursquare tips, To_Do’s and Done’s and your Google + Comments, Reshares and +1′s. (1)
At this moment it DOES NOT measure Facebook Pages, Youtube, Instagram, Tumblr, Blogger, WordPress, Last.fm and Flickr at all. You could have the greatest followers in each and every one of those services and right now it won’t move your Klout score one one-thousandth of a point. At this time the algorithm does not measure them.
But Sean, I’m great in (one of the things that Klout doesn’t measure right now). That’s great. you will be one step ahead of the rest of us when Klout DOES put those in the algorithm. Keep doing what you are doing and success will follow you. Read more…
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January 18, 2012 at 7:31 am
We are all looking for the next big thing? I can remember telling my grandfather about a company that had a funny name but it was doing wild things with early searching. Yup, I told him about Yahoo. He invested a little bit, not in the beginning , but was able to cash out before the Internet bubble blew up in everyone’s face.
I told him before he died about the cool things that I would find, trying to get his acceptance.
I swear he had to think I was crazy 18 year old kid but when I hit, I hit good. When I didn’t it made me mad. I wanted to be on the ground floor of something cool.
Recently I have had a bunch of things that I thought were cool all get gobbled up:
I loved Grand Central , then they got gobbled up by Google.
I thought Bloglines was incredible, but then Ask.com took it, stripped it and shut it down before it was revived by Merchant Circle. (BTW, I’m still pissed off that I lost all my saved previous favorite blog entries.)
I think that there are great things out there for us to try:
I still have people at the corporate office who have no idea why having a Klout score over 20 is so important and social media is still in its infancy.
I know some of you think that Social Media is in its prime right now. Those of you who went to CES 2012 saw Intel’s Social Cockpit and was amazed by the information that can be gathered now.
I think that Social Media/ SEO and all the buzz words out there mean NOTHING without one thing.
Content.
It doesn’t matter if I have 200 people or 200,000 people reading my site, Facebook, Twitter feeds etc, if my content isn’t targeted and to a point. Doesn’t matter what the point is, it has to have a point. Read more…
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January 16, 2012 at 12:20 am
“This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, are imaginary, from my OWN THOUGHTS and not necessarily represent the views of anyone but my own. Please take any narrow minded opinions about my work and place them in the comments area below. As for anyone who thinks this represents anyone in reality needs to get their head examined.”
“DILLIGAS?” – Inspired by a quote from a friend!
Grade a paper, grade another paper, grade a third paper and yet not one person gets the impact of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. This is getting tedious. I really need to stop. Maybe if I grade 7th grade math my ears won’t bleed from stupidity.
It never ends. It’s an ongoing battle against iPads and iPods and no matter what I do I can’t get into these kids heads. What I need to do is find a way to break convention without getting suspended. The last time I got suspended just because I made them roll a condom over a banana. It wasn’t my fault that stupid McKenna Richardson protested to the school board because her god wouldn’t want her to ever touch a condom. I failed to stop myself from taking out a picture of Lucy and show her what happened when you are 16 and you don’t use a condom. Stupid brat told her mother that an “unfit mother” was teaching her. So it was my fault she couldn’t handle her science experiment to dissect a frog. Again she brought up god. I wanted to go “hey girl, you know you are going to end up marrying some asshole who is going to be telling you that you are doing the “lord’s work” while he’s shoving his sausage down your throat.”
But I didn’t. I just told her that God made the creature and if she wanted to pass she had to tell me if it was a male or female frog. She guessed wrong, I failed her and here I am , grading papers while waiting for the stupid school board to make a decision if I keep my job.
“Ms. Anders,” a voice cries from down the hall. “The board is waiting for you.” Read more…
Brooklyn enjoyed the peace before sunrise. It was hunting season and he sat in his cold duck blind looking at his faithful companion. No, it wasn’t his wife. She was back home getting ready for the season as best she could, looking through catalogs.
Every year Brooklyn took to the lake in southwest Oklahoma and forced her to come to the lake house. Well, forced is a weak explanation. Sara spent most of her time smoking her Virginia Slims and waiting for Brooklyn to come home with the bounty. On the days that he was home early she could hear the laugh in his voice as his hunting friends came through the door with stories and the quick peck on the cheek as he laid the ducks one by one outside on the patio table. Once for pictures and once to start the destruction to dinner. He took such care in preparing his favorite duck egg rolls and fried rice and Sara knew to kept out of his way.
“Good morning honey,” she always say to him.
“What a day, you should have seen Lucky here. I shot one group bout 30 yards out and before they hit the ground he had claimed them and was bringing them back to me,” Brooklyn said as he put a piece of smokeless tobacco in his mouth. He petted his jet black lab and watched as Lucky started his pattern of patrolling the premises before he laid down on his cushion near the door. Brooklyn knew that with the workout that Lucky had this morning he would be passed out before long. Read more…
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