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Watching time, the only true currency // A journal from John B. Roberts

Day: October 21, 2003

  • Imitation = flattery

    I spent much of today writing down requirements, in preparation for a kickoff meeting at work tomorrow afternoon. We’re going to re-introduce a feature from the past, but this time we’re going to do it ourselves, rather than outsourcing the service. Despite problems with the outsourcer which led to our discontinuing the offering, readers (tens of thousands of them) enjoyed the service. We’ve talked about renewing our efforts here for (literally) years. We start tomorrow. That gets me excited. We’re doing something you would recognize. In fact, part of our success will come from mirroring the lessons and subtle touches of similar services well enough that there is no hesitation or questioning about (a) what the service offers and (b) how it works and (c) why you would want to use it. Making that ball of wax silky smooth for readers will take some solid work. When you ‘follow in the footsteps of giants’ you have to take big strides. How’s that for building on an old metaphor? And mangling/mixing others?

    All this vagueness about the service in question seems pointless, especially because we’re not creating something that surprising. But if I’m going to be a public voice for my workplace, I’m going to run it by my boss first, and I haven’t shared my personal blog with him (although I know he’s bookmarked my work blog, I’m proud to note). I believe in blogs, but there is a constancy to the workplace approach to publication. It wins awards and a loyal audience. For now, I’m loath to pretend I speak for more than myself, beyond putting a personal touch on my responses to reader email. I don’t hide my job, but I don’t reach for Scoble-hood, either.

  • How old are you?

    I woke my son up this morning, and… well, OK, he woke me up this morning, per usual. After a few pleasantries, I told him it was October 21st. And then I asked him how old he was. He started: “I’m…(hesitation)…THREE!”

    Yes, today was the third birthday. Pretty easy to forget the level of anticipation and excitement that goes into your birthday when you can count your years on one hand (if you can count ;-). Just basking in the glow this morning was a truly positive parental moment. There are, of course, less positive moments, but watching the glee he took in each present tonight and his cake demolition made me a proud papa, and pretty happy overall. Happy Birthday!