Well…it’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog and I thought to myself and said hey! you really need to put something up. So, what’s been on my mind lately? Well…the twilight zone. You know that zone between fantasy and fiction. Yup. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately.
It began with a conversation I was having with someone about the online gaming company called Zynga and how the founder of that company has convinced millions of people to go to his site and spend even more millions on virtual toys. The guy is brilliant and when Zynga goes public he’ll be worth a cool billion dollars (you can read a very interesting article about him and his company here in Vanity Fair).
Anyway, during our conversation about Zynga (we were actually talking about buying some stock when it goes public) — a friend mentioned how facebook rarely has negative stories pasted on it’s board (& since Zynga gets most of its players from facebook) this whole twilight zone of fantasy and fiction was all tied into one and we were talking about how people really, really, really, want to get away from reality by joining forums such as facebook and by playing virtual games at Zynga and to make a long story short because of this desire for the twilight zone, buying Zynga stock would be a good idea.
However, continuing on this theme of people not wanting to confront reality, I then mentioned twitter and I said, 95% of the tweets from Kenyans emanate from this twilight zone. If you read the tweets from Kenya (I told her) and you’d never been to the country, you’d think they were talking about a combination of Silicon Valley and the French Riviera.
Luckily though, their tweets are very different from other people I follow from the rest of the world who tend to “keep it real” in terms of their analysis and views on particular subjects, which was my initial attraction to twitter — i.e. it was NOT like facebook in that it was more issue oriented and because you were limited to 140 characters, you had no choice, but to get to make your point quickly and succintly.
Then, I moved on to talking to a different person, this time it was a guy from Somalia and he was telling me about how he had to escape from the civil war — His father put him in a truck that was headed for the Kenyan border (or so he thought) and told him to just get the hell out of Somalia. They had not seen signs that the country was on a downward spiral and were caught unaware. In other words, they were living in the twilight zone and didn’t see it coming.
So, what conversations have you had recently with people that signalled to you that perhaps you may have been veering off into the twilight zone? into a land of intellectual fiction and fantasy?