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Writing for Good: Email Our Military

Dear Reader,

As many of my family and close friends know, I have joined the ranks of the caring men and women who have military pen pals currently serving tours in Iraq. Through Twitter, I learned of Email Our Military (@MailOurMilitary), a volunteer service that grew out of a national security measure that banned all mail addressed to “Any Serviceman.” I took on two pen pals. We’ve been exchanging emails for about two or three weeks now.

For security reasons, I cannot go into details about these two service people or the content of our emails. But I do have a lot to say about writing and using our hobby for good things. If you are a writer, like me, why not take on a pen pal? You can send fiction, poetry, your shopping list, whatever. But you shouldn’t write ‘anything.’ Let me explain.

A controversy seems to be stirring on Twitter. One of my online contacts, a pretty staunch conservative as far as I can tell, appears to have publicly criticized the eMOM program. I didn’t bother to look up all the entries because I want to assume the best in everyone. The best I am assuming for the critic is this: Perhaps he is, at heart, worried that some Viet Nam throwback liberal will get an eMOM pal and spew vitriol about the war and politics. The concern is that any serviceman who gets such an email can be put in a diminished psychological state, and therefore be put in danger. The critic may also worry about how ‘regular’ people may not be trained to deal with the stress that comes along with being deployed in a war zone, and that well-meaning writers, hawk or dove, can say the wrong thing and amplify the stress.

I’m hoping the eMOM people will see this post and respond with their own views, because they are the experts. I’m not. I’m just a peppy person who thinks I could brighten someone’s day, even with my plain picked-fence descriptions of daily life in the ‘burbs. I am also, by chance, a person who has seen a lot of trauma in her life and feels strong enough to listen if my penpals need me to. Any person who has ever been a friend to anyone else in life can do that.

I’m a ‘bleeding heart liberal’ who writes poetry and hates sitting in church. I breast fed my children and carried them around in slings and am married to a person with a PhD in Philosophy. Those few facts should give you enough ammo to make up all the stereotypes you want about me and my political beliefs. It doesn’t matter. I have enough of a brain to realize that I am writing to people employed as soldiers in a war zone. I know that anything I write can be misconstrued and weigh heavily on the mind of a soldier who may go into combat. I also realize this isn’t rocket science, and American soldiers, although human, are highly trained professionals that are taught to block out stupidity when they are in the line of fire. They aren’t children, and neither are the eMOM civilian participants.

As a creative and professional person, I write. As an American, I see it as my duty to write to a soldier or two in Iraq. We need to wake up, people. We are one country. This war and those soldiers are our responsibility. Yes, “OUR,” which includes you. You sitting right there reading this. Write what you can. Your emails don’t have to be perfect. If you are too shy or afraid, recruit your best outgoing friends. Find someone who is sending care packages and donate something. Whatever. Those service people just want to be remembered and respected. That’s it! How EASY is that?

And you know what? You may take away more value than you can ever dream of. I get a little misty-eyed when I read how deeply grateful my penpals are just for a mere shout out. It’s a big huge piece of humble pie that ALL of us Americans, blue, red, or PURPLE, could eat. Twice.

Love,

-PurpleCar

A Proud eMailOurMilitary.com Member
http://www.emailourmilitary.com/

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How I fell into podcasting

So I’m a podcaster now. The craze that is taking over GenerationXers across the world has grabbed me in its ubiquitous talons. I will tell you the whole sordid tale so you may avoid the imminent danger and my suffering can take on some deeper meaning.

Push My FollowA few weeks ago I was Skyping with friends on a lonely Saturday night. My husband was out at one of his Texas Hold ’em poker tournaments and I was surfing. Got on a voice Skype with JoeC, or maybe Banannie first – it’s all a kool-aid induced haze- then we conferenced in Starman and others. Interesting and frank conversation followed. Minutes turned into hours. We were sitting around a virtual kitchen table gabbing about social media and what this all means.

We made a date for the next Saturday. Let’s face it, we’re all well out of the “hot date on a Saturday night” phase (and those Xers out there who are still in it to win it, good luck). Starman, a famous-in-his-niche experienced podcaster suggested we tape ourselves and podcast it.

I said, “Ummm, ok.”

Notice this as the dreaded International Cue of Doom (ICoD: whenever anyone innocently shrugs, ‘Ummm, Ok”, in any movie, story, tale, or fish yarn, you can cue the looming music. Things will start happening from this moment onward.)

So we made a date. Some didn’t show. Those of us who did had another great conversation about the things we were following in the past week. Starman recorded and edited, and voila! Podcast. Be warned that Seesmic and Twitter are the entry drugs; use all social media with caution. Don’t let this happen to you. You may have fun and begrudgingly learn something in the process.

Check out PushMyFollow.com or iTunes for the podcast (I’m proud to say my pottie mouth, my one figurative fist of rebellion against that which controls us all, got us an Explicit Rating).

Enjoy listening to my downfall. It will entertain you.

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It’s a Small (Social Media) World

How many people are ‘in’ this thing?

How many people do you think are really active in the social media profession/community?

Millions use different social media sites, but they aren’t ‘in’ it (‘Gotta be in it to win it – as my Atlantic City fan mother-in-law says). The millions on MySpace and Facebook aren’t the early adopters who are constantly trying out, analyzing, and literally designing and building social media’s future.

What’s your guess? My guess is about 5,000. I think there are about 5,000 core people, around the world, who are working independently, actively moving the technology and the community forward. Even 10,000 or 20,000 is tiny, when one considers the millions of people that will be using the technology in the coming years, how the social media world will change how people use the internet. A few thousand isn’t enough to assure diverse and comprehensive design. This number includes venture capitalists, marketers, voice over IP types, coders, and software developers. The numbers dwindle when we look for the academics. I’d number them at about 50. This is a problem, of course. All revolutions need the scientists for solid theory and design.

The naturalists among us will say that committees will organically form, that as the profession is recognized more and more by the mainstream (what I call ‘normal people’) that a governing professional body or two will grow from the need of a center point. The industrial revolution mostly worked in a “market demand” way, so why not the WEBolution?

I’m mildly concerned that this particular social renaissance needs a bit more than the naturalists would claim. It is all moving very fast. Conferences are popping up all over the place, products are tossed around like potato chips, and a few big egos in the group are more interested in what should be late-stage competition for market share. I may be a dreamer, but I can see a future where this social media movement has changed economies and in turn changed the world. I’d hate to see the spirit of global community be crushed under the weight of too many market-hungry egos.

What do you think?

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Letter from a Mean Girl to Her Classmates

Dear Classmates,

Many years have passed.  Most of you haven’t heard from me since the day we graduated from high school.  When the powers that be closed the doors of our school forever that day, I closed the doors on my past.  I left for another city and never returned to live in the area again.

Perhaps by now, all these years later, we have gained enough perspective to know that we were in a unique situation.  30 kids.  Practically empty school.  Teachers leaving us midway through the year (I had 18 study periods per week due to teacher attrition by that January).  Parents fighting with each other and the organization to keep the school open.  The tensions were high and our collective esteem was low.

Some of us may not want to be reminded of our time together in school.  Some of us have kept in contact with a few good friends.  I wanted to write you a short note to say that despite my absence, I think about all of us.  I wonder how we are all finding our way through the world after leaving such an insular and ultimately devastating school experience.  Perhaps most of you have fond memories that float above the painful ones, but I have yet to heal in some places.  Opening the senior yearbook instantly transports me back into that desperate feeling of being trapped.

This doesn’t mean that I wanted to get away from all of you.  Like many of us, my home situation mirrored the abandonment in our school environment.  I was just counting down the days until I could get to some place where I felt wanted.  Many of you tried to reach out to me, but it was too late; My eyes had been on the horizon since we were in 9th grade.  I’m so sorry if anger at my situation came out on you.  Looking back, it seems like many of us were feeling the exact same thing.  I forgive you, and hopefully you can come to forgive me too.

We all may not be ready this year, or next, or even for yet another decade, but I’m asking those of us who still harbor pain, including myself, to begin to think about letting it go.   Maybe if we let it go we can see each other again, we can talk and bring closure or new beginnings.  I’m not saying that we will all be best friends; we never were.  But maybe there is something left hanging for you, something that needs to be put to rest that can be.  I don’t know if anything good will come of it.  But I know we should try.

I truly hope you doing well. I look forward to hearing from you all someday.

Sincerely,

Christine

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