They say that nothing that is worthwhile is easy. Boy, are they right. Telling that guy that you really like him sure the heck isn't easy, but sometimes it actually doesn't bite you in the butt and it ends up working. Going on the interview for that job so you can have a little extra spending money while you're away at college isn't pleasant at all, but when you get the phone call/ e-mail/ letter in the mail that you've been hired over the guy who speaks three different languages, it sure the heck feels like it's all paying off. But that's one thing that the internet - or internet fame - doesn't provide. It sure the heck isn't easy, and nine out of ten times you can't quite tell whether or not it's worth all the effort at all.
This is the problem that I'm having with this blog, right this very second. I won't lie. I'm not a very interesting person. I don't go on extravagant adventures every day, and I don't often have moments where metaphors just flow off my tongue like rivers, which readers tend to enjoy quite a bit (or at least, those of the nerdy variety do). As I type this, I'm wondering how many people will read this,whether they're from my home country of the United States or from Uruguay or Madagascar. I'm wondering how many will share this over social media sites like Facebook or Twitter, or how many will tell their friends about this or other posts from Talk Nerdy to Me verbally or in their next text message. The simple truth is that unless you're someone fabulously entertaining like Wheezy Waiter or Nerdy and Quirky, or someone wildly intelligent like the teams that make up the Vlogbrothers, Crash Course, or Mental Floss... You just don't get the perks of producing stuff online.
I didn't start this thinking, "I'm going to write my thoughts all over the internet, and people will read it, and I'll become an internet celebrity and life will be wonderful." I started this with the thought, "I really enjoy writing, and I'm glad that I can be a part of a class that lets me do this. Also, it's a good thing Abby (http://luxxphotography.blogspot.com/) is in the class with me, because if it was just me I'd probably be in a mental facility from being forced to listen to the average high school student's woes." But after graduating from high school and moving on with this blog on my own, I'm beginning to realize exactly how difficult this whole blogging thing is. No more can I rely on a prompt to get me through another five blog posts, and no more do I have a deadline to complete the adequate number of posts. Now, I do it all on my own: the ideas, the timing. Everything. Where once I had 300+ views per month, I am now lucky to get over 150. So here's where we find the problem. Just because something is difficult, does that make it automatically worth my time and effort?
The simple truth is that while the internet makes a lot of things easier, it makes being noticed a little bit harder. Sure, there are some people who are noticed only because of the internet, like fantastic singers and the like, but as a blogger your work so quickly gets lost amid hundreds of thousands of other posts, and every attempt to advertise your work through social media is drowned ten times quicker. It's like fighting against quicksand; you struggle so much to break free and go on to easier things where, with luck, you'll have more than just one or two regular viewers, but the more you try to free yourself the faster you sink to the bottom. As with many things, I won't pretend to have an answer, and I won't pretend to be the only person to observe this phenomenon. All we can do is fight on and hope that maybe someday, someone will think highly of what we think and what we have to say. All we can do is continue on.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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Thursday, July 11, 2013
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Lost in Translation
Hello readers!
If you’re wondering why this post isn’t written by Stephanie… Well… That is because it’s not! The woman behind the words this time is Hannah Best. My home base is the art blog, Hannah Bee, where I post my original artwork. However, at the bequest of Stephanie, I find myself somewhat out of my element as I create a written blog post, in the spirit of trans-internet collaboration.
As I pondered the myriad topics to bore you with… I mean enlighten you with, I wasted no time and went straight to my iPod. Throwing on the Latin music playlist that accompanies me on all cerebral adventures, I allowed my mind to wander. Being the silly thing that it is, my brain seemed much more occupied with trying to figure out the words to El Wanabi by Fiel a la Vega than coming up with an intelligent, yet witty, blog topic. As usual, it wasn’t long before I was dancing the merengue back and forth across my room, singing along to a song that I barely knew the meaning to in English. Somewhere between the point in the song where I always stop caring if I know the lyrics or not and the second chorus, a transformation took place. My room was no longer four blue walls, but instead contained the cobblestone streets of a town somewhere in Latin America. The band was inside a café where laughter flowed out into the dark blue velvet night, as moonlight softened ever edge of reality. I wasn’t dancing by myself in shorts and an old tank top, but found myself bedecked in a flowing red dress, a flower in my hair and a dance partner at my side with skin the color of coffee mixed with a splash of milk. We sing along to the chorus. The café goers toast to us. Nobody bothers looking up at the stars, because everyone’s eyes shine with the light of life. Slowly, the music fades.
As the lights and sounds of my café drifted away, I had realized two things. One - that what I lack in upper body strength, I make up a hundred times over in the strength of my imagination. Two – even though I could only translate maybe 35% of the lyrics…it didn’t really matter. I still understood the meaning of the song. I could feel the passion and hope of the song, the excitement of the musicians as they played with their hearts and sang with their souls. My lack of proficiency in the Spanish language was beautifully irrelevant. I realized how powerful communication can be.
The dictionary has many meanings for communication, but my favorite definition is this: “a process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior.” There is so much to admire in the phrase, “a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior”. I was, and am, completely stunned by the beauty of the idea that humans, a species so unique within its own world, a species often separated into groups and categories, will remain united by the sharing of our thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears. I am and always will be much more interested in the way humans overcome these types of communication barrier. A smile, a bow, tears, folded hands, music, actions, passion, volume, inflection, a painting…these are our common system: our vehicle onto which we pack all that we wish to say before we send it off to the world, knowing quite without doubt that the message has reached someone else. This is understanding, and it is a beautiful phenomenon.
This is knowledge I wish everyone could realize. Sure, some of you are proudly nodding your head in contentment at the above statements, thinking, “Well, it sounds like a Hallmark card, but she’s got a point.” Please, don’t be that person. Take this idea and try to see how being open to that common system of communication can make your life so much the richer.
Go to the opera. Listen to the Spanish radio station. Heck - learn French, or Mandarin, or Arabic. Talk less, and use your actions to express yourself. Don’t you dare dismiss a piece of art. Slow down, stretch out your arms, and ask yourself of everything, “What does this say to me, as a human, as a fellow traveler of life?” Is this cheesy? Sure. However, sometimes amazing things happen when you step a little outside of your comfort zone in an attempt to understand something. It might be a tiny voice, or an unspeakable feeling, but you may just…well, find yourself dancing along to Puerto Rican pop songs, or getting inspired by short film from China.
Don’t stop at the first feeling, the first voice. Keep seeking those little sensations that itch at your logic. You’d be surprised how much you can understand if you try.
Communication is a scary thing. We fear being misunderstood. But why should we when we have our common system. It is a system of dreams, fears, design, anger, empathy, sympathy, happiness, grief, loneliness, thoughts, and ideas.
It is a system of love. It is a system of hope. It is a system of humanity.
And with this statement, I bid you adieu fair readers. Go forth, and attempt to make the world a little bit of a better place.
If you’re wondering why this post isn’t written by Stephanie… Well… That is because it’s not! The woman behind the words this time is Hannah Best. My home base is the art blog, Hannah Bee, where I post my original artwork. However, at the bequest of Stephanie, I find myself somewhat out of my element as I create a written blog post, in the spirit of trans-internet collaboration.
As I pondered the myriad topics to bore you with… I mean enlighten you with, I wasted no time and went straight to my iPod. Throwing on the Latin music playlist that accompanies me on all cerebral adventures, I allowed my mind to wander. Being the silly thing that it is, my brain seemed much more occupied with trying to figure out the words to El Wanabi by Fiel a la Vega than coming up with an intelligent, yet witty, blog topic. As usual, it wasn’t long before I was dancing the merengue back and forth across my room, singing along to a song that I barely knew the meaning to in English. Somewhere between the point in the song where I always stop caring if I know the lyrics or not and the second chorus, a transformation took place. My room was no longer four blue walls, but instead contained the cobblestone streets of a town somewhere in Latin America. The band was inside a café where laughter flowed out into the dark blue velvet night, as moonlight softened ever edge of reality. I wasn’t dancing by myself in shorts and an old tank top, but found myself bedecked in a flowing red dress, a flower in my hair and a dance partner at my side with skin the color of coffee mixed with a splash of milk. We sing along to the chorus. The café goers toast to us. Nobody bothers looking up at the stars, because everyone’s eyes shine with the light of life. Slowly, the music fades.
As the lights and sounds of my café drifted away, I had realized two things. One - that what I lack in upper body strength, I make up a hundred times over in the strength of my imagination. Two – even though I could only translate maybe 35% of the lyrics…it didn’t really matter. I still understood the meaning of the song. I could feel the passion and hope of the song, the excitement of the musicians as they played with their hearts and sang with their souls. My lack of proficiency in the Spanish language was beautifully irrelevant. I realized how powerful communication can be.
The dictionary has many meanings for communication, but my favorite definition is this: “a process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior.” There is so much to admire in the phrase, “a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior”. I was, and am, completely stunned by the beauty of the idea that humans, a species so unique within its own world, a species often separated into groups and categories, will remain united by the sharing of our thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears. I am and always will be much more interested in the way humans overcome these types of communication barrier. A smile, a bow, tears, folded hands, music, actions, passion, volume, inflection, a painting…these are our common system: our vehicle onto which we pack all that we wish to say before we send it off to the world, knowing quite without doubt that the message has reached someone else. This is understanding, and it is a beautiful phenomenon.
This is knowledge I wish everyone could realize. Sure, some of you are proudly nodding your head in contentment at the above statements, thinking, “Well, it sounds like a Hallmark card, but she’s got a point.” Please, don’t be that person. Take this idea and try to see how being open to that common system of communication can make your life so much the richer.
Go to the opera. Listen to the Spanish radio station. Heck - learn French, or Mandarin, or Arabic. Talk less, and use your actions to express yourself. Don’t you dare dismiss a piece of art. Slow down, stretch out your arms, and ask yourself of everything, “What does this say to me, as a human, as a fellow traveler of life?” Is this cheesy? Sure. However, sometimes amazing things happen when you step a little outside of your comfort zone in an attempt to understand something. It might be a tiny voice, or an unspeakable feeling, but you may just…well, find yourself dancing along to Puerto Rican pop songs, or getting inspired by short film from China.
Don’t stop at the first feeling, the first voice. Keep seeking those little sensations that itch at your logic. You’d be surprised how much you can understand if you try.
Communication is a scary thing. We fear being misunderstood. But why should we when we have our common system. It is a system of dreams, fears, design, anger, empathy, sympathy, happiness, grief, loneliness, thoughts, and ideas.
It is a system of love. It is a system of hope. It is a system of humanity.
And with this statement, I bid you adieu fair readers. Go forth, and attempt to make the world a little bit of a better place.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
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Unknown
A Special Guest?!?!!
The most exciting of news arrived in my inbox to my phone last night! Hannah B. from the art-inspired blog Hannah Bee (hannahbee1243.wordpress.com) has agreed to do a collaboration piece with the Talk Nerdy to Me blog! At an undefined point in the near-to-distant future, expect one (or hopefully many more ;]) blogs that are written here by Hannah! By the way, check out the blog that she's put together. Her artwork makes me think she has a definite career in designing the interior of my future home.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
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By:
Unknown
Writer's Block
It's a common problem among humans who wish to explore their creativity through the written word. The stories that ramble on and on without end to an unimportant subject, the blogs that aren't written because a clear subject is missing or the overall message isn't different or inspiring enough, and the essay that needs to be written by tomorrow morning even though no theses can be thought of all share a common cause: the dreaded Writer's Block.
I myself have had quite a few run-ins with this most formidable of fiends. I consider myself to be a halfway decent writer, and brought it upon myself to create more than one stories. These ideas were to become full-fledged novels at some point, though few got beyond the second page in development because an idea was too vague or because I got caught up in adding detail to the beginning scenes and got completely caught up in describing the exact shade of purple that covered the main character's walls. I've had moments where I've sat idle at my computer staring at the computer screen with an open blog post that hasn't been written in because of a lack of ideas for the posts. But I'm beginning to realize now that it's all natural. Not knowing what to do is a part of life, and it applies to knowing what to write just as much as it does to kn'owing which way to turn on the road or which path to take in life. So in the future, I might have a bunch of jumbled thought blogs, where I just kind of ramble on a bit. Who knows, there might be a few inspiring ideas mushed up in there. Or, more likely, it'll be just someone else spewing random garbage all over the internet.
I myself have had quite a few run-ins with this most formidable of fiends. I consider myself to be a halfway decent writer, and brought it upon myself to create more than one stories. These ideas were to become full-fledged novels at some point, though few got beyond the second page in development because an idea was too vague or because I got caught up in adding detail to the beginning scenes and got completely caught up in describing the exact shade of purple that covered the main character's walls. I've had moments where I've sat idle at my computer staring at the computer screen with an open blog post that hasn't been written in because of a lack of ideas for the posts. But I'm beginning to realize now that it's all natural. Not knowing what to do is a part of life, and it applies to knowing what to write just as much as it does to kn'owing which way to turn on the road or which path to take in life. So in the future, I might have a bunch of jumbled thought blogs, where I just kind of ramble on a bit. Who knows, there might be a few inspiring ideas mushed up in there. Or, more likely, it'll be just someone else spewing random garbage all over the internet.
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