Monday, January 26, 2009

You'll be playing one tune and I'll be listening to another. How social media will change your life...

Things have settled down nicely since the wakeful nights and ever-early mornings of Ph.D writing and social media research. Going forward the priority seems to be acknowledgement of how best to detach from such tracts of social information, whilst at the same maintaining a more general idea of how friends are ‘getting on’ – and as such, such information it turns out is still accumulated via Facebook. Which begs the questions; why can’t one just pick up the telephone and find out? Or is that too intrusive for the socially savvy and technologically inclined? Does voice-to-voice belong to the by-gone era of the kind of social energy that never seemed to falter and got us through Web 1.0, the mobile phone, telephone, radio, telegraph, letter and all other communication before?

As it turns out anyone can (and does, all too readily, in my experience) dispense advice on such matters. Take the facebooketiquette.blogspot.com deigned to not only propose advice, but to offer a friendly banter on the latest trials and tribulations from the more digital of the community. Good advice (that you can put into practice and actually works) is out of sync with many of the candidates and accolades of social technology. One cannot imagine sitting down to a user guide for Facebook and starting from Step One of the manual and following through. That was one for the ‘The Dummies Guide To Social Networking’.

A question that arose last week; ‘Actually what is Twitter?’ prompted new discussions.
Uttered not by my father or one of his generation, but someone whom I would rate as a ‘master’ if not leading guru of Web 2.0 and the future versions too. The confession that followed, ‘Well yes I do have a Twitter account, but I don’t know what to do with it’ was left hanging with a marked silence.

Amongst the (not-so-famous) five discussing the various merits of social technology we all came with a background of blogging and almost routinised (daily) acknowledgement about the merits of social tools and enthusiasm that centred on Facebook, Twitter etc. The confession that it was possible that ‘we’ as the ‘experts’ did not know what one of these were ‘for’ highlighted an interesting dynamic. On the one hand here was acknowledgement of a sequence of information and social strategies to bridge the gap(s) between lists of friends and acquaintances. On the other it was necessary that such tools be also mitigated by the self-discipline and management of methods to allow direct attendance to contacts and disguise the awkward truth where some of the details of such utilisation were largely being ‘worked out’ on the fly or simply ignored altogether. The revelation amongst our party was that ‘Yeah, I’m on Twitter, but I’m not on Twitter’. Hence this was a ‘cool’ way to be seen and at the same time highlighted a level of engagement that got around the ‘inconvenience’ of having to describe what it was you were doing on there, or why you where doing it.

Perhaps what is required is a type of social media transitional ‘self-help’ guidance. For years psychoanalysts have directed the various schools of thought relating to everyday life and social interactions. So why not the same type of analysis for social media and its integration into daily routines?

Making a measured ‘success’ of such examinations could be tricky. Specific techniques would have to take into variance the social attachment to various media as well as the level of competence by the individual when using a particular ‘system’ to stay in touch. For example, this week I was sent a notification via my LinkedIn Account that my Profile was ‘under scrutiny’ and had ‘restrictions’ as a result that people had indicated that ‘this person is not known to me’ in my potential ‘network’. Fine, but it this was the result of LinkedIn’s own ‘spamming’ from the accumulated email addresses attached to my account that had led to such notifications from others. Likely that some would only have been in contact once, or perhaps never as a result of various user-groups and meet-up lists it was hardly surprising some had opted for the ‘Mariann Hardey is unknown to me and my network’ selection. In this scenario, less a case for the psychoanalytics of my actions and more the necessary accountability of the ‘little black box’ and automated workings of the LinkedIn site. The LinkedIn and Facebook networks do not make their millions (estimated or otherwise) because of a tentative call for other to ‘network’. These sites work precisely because they emphasise the pro-active elements of building personal connections with other – whether you are aware of a trawl through your Gmail address book or not it seems.

And so to networking and the requirements for social media success. If such accomplishments could only be reduced to one infallible system we would all be doing the same thing in the same way *yawn* and thus inevitably ignoring the more intriguing elements of ‘linked in’ technology.

Yes,’ as I confessed to the group, ‘Twitter was an initial mystery to me too. You can consider it as ‘not very technical’, but then that is its charm’.

Hence the only remedy and most effective psycholoanlytic direction is to continually test the social media water and go from there. Even if that reveals that you (and others) don’t really know what they’re doing or even what such tools are for.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The social media things I thought I had wanted to forget

Fresh-faced from completion of my Ph.D 'Seriously Social: Managing Connection in the Information Age' it's nice to take a more 'rear seat' view of social media happenings. Of course technology, like time, does not stand still just because you think you deserve a break in the sun and run along the beaches.

It is the middle of lunchtime when my father arrives to meet at a astronomically and monetry named related coffee chain. Without saying a word he sits opposites me and deposits Monday 19th The Guardian's G2 open on the first page to Hadley Freeman's article 'Oh no! My parents have joined Facebook'. This is not the first instance when a near pyschic revelation has passed from father to daughter. So immersed when writing my Ph.D days would go by with merely a grunt or glance of acknowledgement as the 5am starts and midnight stops for research took over. 'Finishing' the research represents a mojor personal achievement and I had hoped an opportune moment to take stock of the knowledge that I had accumulated. The throwing of the paper between two cappuccino's represented an long established 'you'll find this of interest' notice and at the same time the statement that posed 'your of-the-moment research' is now already going out of date. If The Guardian are writing about Facebook, and association social media, and Chris Moyles even observes of one of his callers on his Radio One Breakfast Show that she is 'too old for Bebo and should be on Facebook' then one can safely assume that the daily interactions across various forms of technology has taken hold and infiltrated even the most unlikely of 'enthusiasts'.

I file through a mental list of things that I had thought I wanted to forget. Mostly this consists of a less immersed attachment and acknowledgement of social media generally. Until I gaze back down at Freeman's article and remind myself (with a hint of jealousy) that as an essential implentation of my research it was necessary for me to be so attached and that I'm not quite ready to 'pull the plug' just yet. Which begs the question, what would one do without a daily procument of various newsfeeds via numerous social media streams.

'I'm not here.' I state to my father.
'Of course you are, you're right opposite me,' he replied.
'No I mean from a social media point of view. To all concerned I'm not 'here', or rather 'there''
'I. See,' Dad replied in a different and slowly delivered voice.
This either meant he did see, or was having difficulty with my deliberate evasiveness.
'I'm not taking any notice of Facebook, Gmail or Twitter at the moment,' I reiterated.
'Well it's probably for the best,' he replied glancing down at the article and then rejoining my gaze on him with a 'yes dear' look in his eyes.

Now on reflection after the cappuccino's I realise all the things I had wanted to distance myself from actually make up the bulk of my day and reveal a lot more than who's on a tea break. In a flash of astute realisation and clarity I drift off. I daydream of a time and place where social media cannot infiltrate and there's a beach and mojitos nearby. Then I decide that this is stupid where it is essential friends are notified of my beachy mojito status and what better way to do that than Facebook.

I am startled out of my dream and back into my day by my father observing,
'I bet you can't go one hour without acknowledgement of some sort of social media.'
About to address his challenge I am interupted by my mobile smugly pushing Gmail/Facebook status/text message/call my way. I realise that perhaps it's not 'me', but rather 'it' that is to blame. Yes. That's it. The acquirement of social 'skills' and astuteness is merely a condition of the way I have been bought up (with Sega Mega Drive in the house, various Mac's and the first dial-up modem in our street) and therefore it is all Dad's fault. The increasingly 'intrusion' of other people's social actions make-up the sensibility of the 'seriously social', by definition I am not only the epitomy of the 'seriously social' itself, but a product of my father's own enthusiasm and anlytical discourse about social happenings. He is, in case you had not guessed, a rather astute academic himself. It seems sociologists breed sociologists.

'I can keep up an at-distance presence from social media as long as you can, ' I challenge. And then swiftly remember that didn't this whole conversation commence with my statement of not 'being here'...

At the same time our mobiles spring into life and our eyes lock in a technological game of 'chicken'. Will power dictates the who will relent first and answer. Neither of us flinch, only a slight twitching at the corner of the eyes betrays a desire to locate the intrusion.

Eventually I realise that our cappuccino's have gone cold and stand to refresh our mugs. In the queue my mobile vibrates 'knew you'd read this, dad x'.

Rats. So who won that round?