A not so lone Archivist with the usual archival work about to explore the world of social media for a while.
So I left the Giant last night with my groceries…hot and annoyed. This little old woman (African American) came along side me—which is something because I walk at a healthy clip. My first reaction, living where I live, was to ignore her. I assumed she would be crazy (there is a lot of that in Columbia Heights). But she wouldn’t let me and walked along side of me telling me what she thought was the funniest story about a woman “asking a white girl for five dollars. Can you imagine? Five dollars!” She left me when we reached her apartment tower on the corner of Girard St with a “have a nice evening young fella.” It made me smile. It also made me consider the intersection of the rapidly growing (upper) middle class population and the folks who were probably born and raised in CoHi. We sort of co-exist but rarely interact. Obviously gentrification benefits me, but I wondered what this little old woman thought of the change happening around her. My other thoughts turned to my grandmother. This woman who walked with me went into a building that is for seniors. It’s being renovated, but it’s still a bit stark and a little scary. My grandmother lived in a lovely senior village before she died surrounded by the Central Massachusetts countryside. I remembered that my grandmother, too, would approach strangers with a little story to tell. Maybe it’s an old lady thing. I got to my apartment a couple of blocks and a world away from the senior center on the corner of Girard hoping that old lady had a grandson who loved her.
I wore my social media hat all day…finding a record to base a blog post on for work (http://blogs.archives.gov/TextMessage/) and then being sucked into new and exciting ways my colleagues and I might use social media at work and for work. Between creating Google+ Circles, pinning on Pintrest, answering questions on Quora, and tweeting (latest one to @johnboehneroh, douche), I need a drink. a big, stiff drink. It’s exciting on both a personal and professional level, I think. I worry, though, that there is little buy in at levels above and below me. But, carpe diem, as my good friend Denise said the other day. Carpe, god damned, Diem.
The good news is that I discovered that very few of my friends actually use most of the newer media. Everyone is on Facebook, some on Twitter, few on Google+, hardly any on Pintrest, and none on some of the other ones I discovered today. I’m not the only totally clueless one out there!