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April 27, 2008

SAP Global Survey: Australia's Laurel Papworth

Building a Social Network for Arab Women

         

Saudi Women's Scial Media Conference

[Panel at Recent Saudi Workshop to launch Women's Social Network. Photo by Laurel Papworth]

Laurel Papworth is an Australian social media consultant, trainer and lecturer. She is best known on Twitter as Silkcharm, a name she adopted during her many years as an online game moderator for Ultima Online and Everquest among others.

More recently, I followed Laurel with fascination, as she blogged reports from inside Saudi Arabia where she was speaking and teaching at a workshop for Saudi women who have since launched a pan-Arab women's social network. I learned through Laurel that some of my perceptions of the lives of Arab women, social media and what they do online was pretty much offbase. While much of the outrages we read about are factual, there is more going on than oppression and supression. While the fashions being imposed may be circa 6th century, the thinking and online activitis is very much mdern times. There is even flirting, so long as you do it anonymously and a family member doesn't catch you.

I asked Laurel to expand on what she has already written. The following is excerpted from our email conversation.

1. You have two blogs. One shows an almost stern-looking corporate sort of woman. The other portrays a free-wheelin' Aussie with pink hair. How do you reconcile these multiple personalities?

Silkcharm, my Twitter and one blog presence evolved from the late 90s when I was a game moderator. In those days, we kept our real identity separate from our online persona.  SilkCharm is the name I have used for my primary avatar since the late '90s.

LaurelPapworth.com  is for those who feel more comfortable with a brochure 1.0 website than the aforementioned freewheeling exuberant blog. I keep it as one does a professional site - no comments or user content. Simply stark information: where I appear on TV, what keynotes I'm doing, which public courses. Plus the usual marketing guff: "this is the strategy I do with investors in Social Networks, these are my clients, this is my work at the University of Sydney and University of Western Sydney. " and so on.

I'm building a bridge from social networks back to traditional companies and these two personna suit my purpose. I want to have both sides of myself out there: the part that knows that to grow an audience one needs to have fun and play with them. And that part that knows that conservative companies would completely freak if they had to rely on my SilkCharm to sell my services to their organizations.

We are taking people on a journey, and if I need to start off by pointing them to a my 'corporate' site and then move them across to a more gonzo style blog, so be it.

Twitter is pretty well full of people who 'get it' - therefore I don't have to worry Laurel.  I point my profile to my Silkcharm blog. Blogs are, in marketing terms, one-to-many distribution channels for depth-of-content. This means the blogger sets the topic and tone for the discussion, which is usually indepth and thought out in isolation and then published. And the commenter's respond in a similar tone, usually succinctly in a few sentences.  Pretty well the opposite of Twitter which is many-to-many of streaming content. Step out of Twitter for a few days and the conversation has moved on. I use the blog to develop and build ideas and then Twitter and Facebook to distribute them. 

Incidentally, the academic Laurel (Lecturer Laurel) is different again from Corporate Laurel. But like most people, I can only cope with one or two nicknames at a time. 


2. How did you come to be invited to Saudi Arabia? Why did you decide to go? What scared you about going and can you talk about your problems getting into the country?


Why did I agree to go? Because I thought that giving Arabic women a voice was not only darned important but truly a social media revolutionary act. How could I NOT go?

How I got invited is a longer story.

I'm an irregular on several Australian podcasts including Extraordinary Everyday People with David N. Wallace  and Mike Serfang. Eventually,  Mike asked me to help him write a job description for a Community Manager position for an Arabic women's network for the Middle East. Then I was asked to keynote and run computer lab workshops at woman's network launch event in Saudi Arabia. 

We did this on the fly. Dates kept changing. Until the last minute I did not believe this was actually going to happen. There were difficulties with tickets and reservations. But there were four bigger barriers imposed on women by Saudis:

  1. Women, are not allowed to enter the country without a husband or father-a male guardian or "Mahram."
  2. There is a special area at the airport to escort women through. 
  3. Women are not allowed to stay at hotels without a male family member.
  4. Women are not allowed to drive or be transported in a car without a male "guardian."

I was not shocked by these rules imposed by Islamic culture. In 1999, I lived in Fes, Morocco, to study Arabic, sort of on a whim. But Saudi Arabia is not Morocco. And I had some real concerns.

First, kudos to Queen Sam--not her real name, but it suits her-- a young Arabic woman who was able to swing some visas for us. I don't know how she did it, but she did. So I met Sam at the airport in Dubai and got in line for Jeddah with a group of modern/traditional mixed Saudis. Some of the women wore their hair down and jeans with tops. Others were covered in the black Abaya (gown) and Tarha (headscarf), collectively called Hijabs. 

The coverup rules are based on Koranic quote: "O Prophet, tell your wives and daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks all over their bodies, that is most convenient that they should be known (as such) and not molested."

About 10 minutes before we landed in Jeddah, the women changed into their Hijabs. Queen Sam and I put ours on as we were flying over Mecca, that most holy of Islamic sites. By the time we de- planed, the women were covered. All were guided to the special waiting area for their Mahram to collect them.

Except Queen Sam and I didn't have a Mahram.

So she rang up Mideast Broadcast Company (MBC) a sponsor who added great credibility to this project,  and requested a driver to collect us. Yousef, our driver, showed up 3 1/2 hours later, an apparent indication of how important picking up two women guests at the airport is considered. . 

Yousef delivered us to the Jeddah Hilton. Thankfully, we were allowed to check in. I was told the laws had been recently amended to allow women to stay in hotels. Some hotels - presumably those run by fundamentalists - still don't allow women to stay, but the Hilton was fine, and we would wear our abayas but our scarves stayed only around our necks, not over our hair.

One thing that intrigued me was that the alcohol-free restaurants were split into two areas. "Men" and "Family." If men are sitting in the family area and women come in, the men get up and move, not the women. It's more embarrassing for the men to be sitting where the women are, than dishonoring for the women to be sitting with the men. Sort of reversed to what I was expecting. It clued me in to a way to gate the online community for women only - use 'shaming' to identify male intruders. If Arabic men use the women's network, it should be made 'embarrassing' for them, not amusing. Shaming doesn't work in the West though! Some communities don't need to be 'gated' (where the member controls access to her profile) as the community manages themselves to get rid of interlopers.

3. Tell me about social media in Saudi Arabia. How is it used and by whom? How much access do people have?

This is one of the most switched on, connected, socially networked cultures I have come across - and trust me, I've worked in Amsterdam, Italy, England, Singapore, Indonesia, and right across Asia. I suspect it's because when you block one form of communication - men and women chatting and going to school together and so on -  we use other means.

First, the guys wrote their cellphone number on bits of paper and threw them out of car windows at the black clad women walking along the road. Then Bluetooth came along and changed all that. Turn your phone on, give yourself a sassy pseudonym--it's important! not to use your real name-- and wait for the offers to flow in.

And flow in they do. The guys don't know which woman is which: "are you the girl by the DVD shelves or the one by the ice cream shop?" So it's pot luck. But it doesn't matter, as most girls would never meet the guys in real life. This is cyber flirting, never to cross over from the virtual to the tangible.

So, why a pseudonym/avatar? "... a new Saudi law was submitted to the 150–member Majlis al–Shoura, calling for stiff sanctions for mobile phone "pornography," including 1,000 lashes, 12 years in jail, and a fine of 100,000 Saudi riyals, or around US$26,670." 

A bit more serious than being grounded for the week end because you got caught flirting on the phone...

I was told that YouTube and MySpace were banned in Saudi. They weren't - at least not at the Hilton in-room broadband, which was very fast (and better than Australia's). By the way, the Australian Government bans youTube and other social networking sites in government offices in Australia, and it's banned in schools in some states. So we have our fair share of censorship. I guess Australian children say "oh I better not go on YouTube if the adults are banning it".  Heh.

I thought I was going to Saudi Arabia to teach Arabic women how to blog and protect their identity online. Yeah. Right. I was kidding myself. These women are completely savvy and au fait with privacy and locking up their content. Whereas we are slowly waking up to the invisible audience and what can happen if someone mashes up our personal RSS feeds from Facebook, Twitter and blogs, Saudi women have it figured.

They are on Facebook but with a pet name like "Queen Sam." They experiment and flirt and are outrageous on instant chat channels - but in secret, privately. In a country where women are not allowed out of the house without their father's permission and a brother to drive them, they stay in contact with married sisters in other cities and best friends in the neighboring suburbs by sharing (gated/locked down) photos and poems and music. Poems more than music, interestingly.


4. In one of your posts, you wrote about an "as yet unfounded" online community for Arab women. Tell me more about it? How did these women enroll and what countries are they from? .

Why is this project important if this is nation whose women already connect, flirt, create and express online? It has to do with changing society from top down as well as grassroots up. MBC 4 (the Arabic women's TV channel) got behind creating a social network for women. And that makes a world of difference – no longer an underground movement but an online community that is ratified from the highest level – from the Royal Family of Saudi Arabia.

Perhaps the biggest leap is that MBC is behind ths project. Based in Dubai, MBC is believed to be funded by the Royal House of Saud. Some say it was set up to compete with Al Jazeera, which is regarded as being anti-Saudi and pro-Qatar.  For a media company funded by the establishment, 'giving' or supporting social media is a big step. Consider the Egyptian woman, Esra Abdel Fattah, who was jailed for creating a Facebook group complaining about price rises in Egypt  or the Saudi Arabian girl beaten then shot and killed by her father for being on Facebook. 

A brave and commendable act by MBC to launch imatter.mbc.net.

The women's online network launched just two nights ago as of this interview. It is now open to Arabic women all over the world. 286 signed up yesterday, bringing the sum total to 575 members in 48 hours… not bad!  Unfortunately, in my opinion, the British agency that installed the community solution –Dolphin – adapted the template poorly, didn't integrate (a simple bridge) the forum user database with the main community database and basically showed a lack of understanding building a community. It would've been helpful if they had got behind this project and made it a world leader, but never mind.  

You will see on the site that the primary purpose is to encourage women to submit applications for awards

  • Art Matters,
  • Community Matters,
  • New Media Matters and
  • Entrepreneurial Matters.

All to encourage women in the Middle East and other Arabic groups to state why they matter to the world and that their ideas matter.

The first 50 members were enrolled through the classes that I ran at the Effat College for Women in Jeddah. The others were encouraged in the last 48 hours through promos on MBC 4 TV station in Dubai and across the region. Queen Sam sent me a message on Facebook to say how excited she was to see the signups coming in and didn't want to go to bed. I fully understand –there's nothing so exciting as seeing a new community start to become populated rapidly!


5. How were you received at the conference? What was the biggest single takeaway for you? What did you say or do that surprised the Saudi women the most?

The conference and workshops were fun. The young women were interested in what I had to say, and  most were well traveled and educated (Saudi is a rich nation, and this is the best University for Saudi women). We talked non-stop, they made jokes about not wanting to drive cars anyway because Saudi men are such bad drivers. Every January there is talk about allowing women to drive but it comes to nought. I saw a school bus cross four lanes of traffic at high speed to take an exit.

I think my biggest takeaway was that there is no clear stance on any issue. Even I was starting to get confused – was my wearing the Abaya and Tarha a mark of respect for the women of another culture, or was I endorsing the patriarchal suppression of women?  One or two women were ribald, telling naughty jokes and having midriff tops and a peeking g-string in private, yet genuinely prudish and covered up in other situations.

I surprised them the most by showing how concerned I was about keeping my headscarf on. I really worried it would slip and reveal my hair and that would be massively disrespectful. It turns out that in Jeddah at least, most of them don't care so much except at evening prayer times when the religious police patrol the malls at prayer time five times daily to find people who are not in the mosque and not covered up. In fact, I was encouraged to remove my scarf when lecturing. Women don't cover up in front of women. It's seen as old-fashioned to remain covered at all times, and it also doesn't necessarily set the precedent for how the women lecturers want the students to relate to them. I removed my scarf, once I was convinced they weren't just being polite.


6. You wrote that for Saudi women, " one photo, one chat with a male alone can totally disrupt you life." Can you expand on that in terms of social media?

Saudi Arabia is an "honor" society. Like Asia, with their "keeping face," identity, reputation and trust are tantamount. In online communities, we develop our identity through our profile. We then build our reputation by submitting content which is judged (ratings, reviews, comments). After a period of time of building our reputation, we gain a trust quotient – the eBay method – people read our profile, watch our interaction with friends, consume our content and then decide what trust value to place on our responses to their questions and media submissions. In simple terms, a newbie on a network with a history of 1 day and 2 posts and 3 comments will not have the identity, reputation and ultimately trust that an Elder or a Leader will have.  The long tail of engagement and performance works for/against us in social networks.

In Saudi, the long tail of behavior in real life is also rewarded/punished.

"Last August, the capital Riyadh had witnessed the murder of a young woman by her father, after he came into her room and saw she was chatting with a young man she met on Facebook. Security sources assured Al-Arabiya.net that the father beat up his daughter then shot her."

While not all cases are that extreme, a woman who is discovered talking to a boy at the age of 15 may never live down the shame.  A girl who continually breaks the rules will have trouble getting married (and as jobs are limited, marriage IS her career path). The shame is wrought on the whole family – the police routinely pick up the girl's mahram (guardian) and warn him if she misbehaves or is found in a car with a man not her husband or sitting in a café in a mixed group. The shame for the father of being hauled into a police station is no small thing.

This is an interesting article on Saudi Arabia that goes into greater depthnon social media and Arab culture.

8. When building a woman's community, how can you ensure one is not a male? What would happen if that occurred?

Intriguingly, Arabic men may not like registering at the site. It's girly, pink and not macho. Not an environment these men will want to be caught in, even if the rewards of reaching a pretty Middle Eastern woman is high. A little like suggesting the football team dress as cheerleaders to pick up women – funny yes, but not typical dating behavior.

I think the girls will tease and shame the men who join. Men who join may keep their profile low key – an avatar picture of flowers instead of their own photo. There seems to be a sense of 'this stuff happens but it can't happen blatantly'. An acknowledgement that women get messages via Bluetooth on their phone, but as long as they don't act on them, it's OK.

The community can vote up or down participants so they'll mute badass boys. The usual community tools to reward good behavior and smack naughtiness. In fact, like any online community, setting up the Code of Conduct and Etiquette Statement, creating moderator sub-communities, ensuring that usability and sociability reinforce appropriate behaviors, setting good examples - tell them, show them, reward them. Reward leadership, assign roles and responsibilities, introduce karma and rating systems. They all bring about appropriate behavior and serve to limit the impact of inappropriate ones.


8. I was surprised that you said older women were pushing for change, but younger women are not; that younger women wear the Abaya [black cloak] and Toma [head cover] as badges of pride. It's a response, you say to 9.11. How so?

When my sister and I were little, we would fight each other, being nasty as only little girls can be.  We could've killed each other. Yet, if a stranger attacked either one of us, we turned in unison to protect our sisterhood and trounce the outsider. We still do it today, only not when her children and my niece and nephew are watching.

Perhaps it's easiest to see it this way: Some Americans may not agree with American Foreign Policy – or how politicians implement global initiatives overseas. They may even speak up about it – blog or talk to friends and family. Yet most Americans would not blame individual soldiers – it would be unpatriotic and downright disgraceful to be abusive to a man or woman just because he or she is in a uniform.

Now, imagine every time you travel, you are abused. Your passport is checked and triple checked. You and your wife and your children are hauled into immigration offices every time someone notes you have an American passport. Then you are questioned about why your wife wears a headscarf. Your children are called names and blamed for wars in far off places they can't even spell yet.

I think in that case, even American sons and daughters would change their mind about disagreeing with foreign policy and start to be more "patriotic" or at least, less willing to put up with criticism.  Stop disagreeing with the State and keep quiet. After all, when under attack, we must band together and forget about "petty" differences.

I suspect that is what happens to these women. They see their brothers refused entry to foreign universities, (We've just had a witch hunt against Saudi male students at some of our Australian universities,) their fathers humiliated at airports and their cousins reviled while walking down the street. I think I would be more patriotic to the abaya and scarf in that case too, a quiet show of solidarity and strength to one culture against another.

So it was easy for a woman one moment to say that women should be more free and not be penalized for not wearing the abaya, and the next to say it is a patriotic and religious duty to wear the national standard of dress for Saudi Arabia.


9. How do you think social media will change the life and culture of Saudi women? How do you see it impacting Saudi culture and relationships with the West overall? Let's stretch a bit: Do you think social media can contribute to greater peace and understanding between Arab and Western cultures?

Well to extend the discussion above, it could go either way: "Others stated that Saudi women suffered as a result to their presence on such websites, since they sometimes found mocking or insulting comments mostly written by extremists who browsed these websites and pages. "   

Web 2.0/3.0 changes the game not just in social media. Think recruitment and project management for examples. eLance and Rentacoder break the "dating" model of recruitment sites – brokerage and introductions – and manage the whole development and project cycle. Because a job on eLance covers the whole project management and escrow process, why can't an Arabic female architect or engineer, take on a project overseas, complete it, with no one the wiser that she is Saudi and not supposed to work in that field?

For women who don't have much time for themselves – family and religious duties are heavier in Saudi Arabia than the West - blogging and self expression online is a "personal me-time" that we take for granted. Also, as usual with the internet, anything banned immediately becomes more accessible and popular, so an openness is to be expected.

What we read changes our views.

But we also stay the same. If there's one thing I've learnt about social networks is that we do MORE of what we usually do. So if we are fundamental Islam or fundamental Christian, we are drawn to those communities. If we are academics interested in observing, ditto. Gun lovers find gun communities. If we are cosmopolitan, well educated, literate and polyglots, we will find a community with our values. Rednecks who are xenophobic love their online communities too. On a media platform where we don't just create the content but also filter (acting as a censor for oneself) we will continue to form and reinforce the world in our own image. For better or for worse.

 

10. Additional comments?

When I lived in Morocco for a year, studying Arabic, a young Moroccan woman asked me shyly "is it true your father sent you out to work and made you get a job when you turned 18?". Well that's one way of seeing it, though I doubt good ol' Dad will understand.  We can't judge another's world can we?

April 24, 2008

GNTV: Disney--Raising Kids on Social Networks

I’ve said it before: if you want to understand the future, go talk to some kids. Watch what they do. Watch their habits. Chances are these won’t change much as they go through life. The emerging generation seems to me best described as the Online Generation. They hang out online in spaces that are virtual. There they form relationships that are very real.

Kids today are joining online social networks at increasingly early ages. At Club Penguin, acquired by Disney last year, they are joining at pre-school age.

The Disney Internet Group hopes to attract kids, then with a series of other online virtual world-based communities continue to engage them. Their portfolio now includes Nickleodeon  and Toontown. Most recently came the highly engaging and interactive Pirates of the Caribbean,  which mostly attracts boys. Soon Pixie Hollow will come out for teenage girls who can assume a Fantastic little avatar.

Last year Disney bought Club Penguin http://clubpenguin.com/ which now is estimated to have more than 100 million users, some of them as young as age 4. Under heavy security, Penguin members can meet and talk with other children. They can learn commerce by selling goods and services in exchange for virtual money. And as the kids grow older they can transition from one Virtual World designed for them to another, each providing the quality charm of Disney that is part of Disney’s occasionally controversial trademark.
So what happens when this Online Generation grows up and enters the market and takes seats in the cubicles of your business? How will this Online Generation emerge? Will they be the same or different from their own parents in the market and as professionals?
I took those questions with me to Disney Interactive Studios in Burbank recently, where I interviewed a few members of the senior team including President Steve Wadsworth. In their vision, as they express it on this clip. The next generation will be more social, more collaborative and perhaps a better place.
All things considered, I tend to agree.

April 22, 2008

Hoot's 1st Road trip.


Hoot at Gloden Gate Bridge, originally uploaded by shelisrael1.

Hoot has joined me on a road trip to SNCR Forum. He didn't care much for the ride. He prefers flying. He's come along because there have been a couple of interview requests. After all, he has rapidly become the world's most famous plastic owl.

We drove up with Kami Huyse and RichardatDell. Hoot was unimpressed with the Golden Gate Bridge. He said the aerial view was better. See additional Hoot shots.

April 17, 2008

James Karl Buck Twitters his way out of Egypt Jailhouse

While I was posting a video clip yesterday about Twitter & some of the neat things people & businesses can do with it, James Karl Buck found a new one. He was tossed into an Egyptian jail cell. Apparently, in Egypt where abuse of prisoners is common, they let  him keep his phone. So, he Twittered a single word: "ARRESTED."

That put many wheels in motion and for him, it led to the US Embassy getting him out of both jail and back to his Oakland. But, Buck was told by police that his interpreter, Mohammed Maree was arrested and "he is a dead man." Since arriving here today. Buck has been doing his best to raise Hell on behalf of Mohammed. On his Twitter account he asks that anyone who cares contact Egyptian Press Consul Attiya A Shakran, (415) 346-3427 attiyashakran@hotmail.com (415) 548-0556

You can learn more about Mohammed at James' blog, linked to above.

James is a journalism grad student at UC Berkeley. He was in Egypt to cover blogger involvement in the current demonstrations against food shortages. ABC News is saying those demonstrations turned turned into riots.

In any case, Egypt is no place to get thrown into the slammer. Earlier this year, I interviewed Wael Abbas, who posts videos on YouTube showing abundant evidence of police abuse. A couple of weeks ago Wael told me he would be blogging about the strike. I hope that he is okay.

April 16, 2008

GNTV: A Talk with the Twitter Guys

The founders talk candidly on where they've been & where they're going


I recently visited the Twitter team in its South Park offices in San Francisco, where all 17 members—including the three founders-- sit in a single room at one long table.  I got to interview each of them while another senior colleague unloaded a Costco shipment nearby.
Of all the emerging tools of social media, Twitter is the most conversational. The mobile SMS service lets people chat in compact 140-character spoonfuls. Some use it 20-30 times or more per day and have thousands of followers. But the average user only posts three times a day and chats only with a few friends.

I spoke mostly with Biz Stone, who I got to know in Spain last year. Biz talks about how the team started as an entirely different company and discovered the power of Twitter in serendipity fashion, but was smart enough to change course abruptly.

Biz made clear that Twitter’s main focus is making the product more reliable and more robust before the company turns to any revenue producing.

We discussed briefly that businesses are starting to find ways to use Twitter. He talked about Jet Blue. But in our 20 minute chat, we never got to others that include Seesmic, who launched exclusively on Twitter, as well as H&R Block, the tax people who have used it so successfully, or the Dell Outlet program that lets Twitter users get early discounts on close outs.

Teaser: GNTV’s Shel Israel talks with Twitter founders about how the company got started, who uses the popular service and how. They examine business models and how business is starting to use the mobile SMS service.

April 14, 2008

Chris Baskind Launches EcoTechDaily Site with Lutz Review

Chris Baskind, a Twitter pal has launched EcoTech Daily, a new Green site that has a lot of great content. His very first blog post reviews the environmental portion of my recent 17-minute interview with GM Vice Chairman Bob Lutz.

Lutz had told a group of journalists that, in his opinion, global warming may be "a crock... ." When I asked him about it, the driving force of GM's planned Chevy Volt told me that he regretted how he had phrased his comments. But emphasized that his central point was that even if global warming proves to be untrue, auto makers need to end dependence on fossile fuel and oil producing countries.

The entire EcoTech site seems quality to me. Chris seems intent on reporting useful and interesting information rather than preaching or shouting. Good luck, Chris.

April 12, 2008

GNTV. A few clarifications

There has been a great deal said about GNTV in the past couple of weeks, some of it painful and most of it helpful in one way or another. My special thanks to Tyme White for a thoughtful and perceptive post that has generated, the last time I checked, over 135 comments.

I cannot address every comment, but there are several areas where I think I can add to this conversation by clearing up a few assumptions and misstatements:

  • GNTV is not a new concept. I have been working on the idea since last summer. The idea came to me as an outgrowth to the SAP Global Survey on Social Media, Business & Culture. I wanted to use video to get people to talk about ideas and practices that will help professionals use social media in their organizations. I believe that this is a small audience today that will grow quickly and soon. In my mind, it is very much like Naked Conversations was when we published in January 2006, trying to show the potential for corporate blogging. There were very few corporate bloggers then, but the number has grown quite quickly. I am as convinced in the rightness of this thinking now as I was back then, perhaps more so. I am as determined today to make this show a success as I was back then.

  • I often suck at first. I almost got sacked 3 times as a cub reporter. Three years later I was the Assistant night editor. I got sacked from my 1st two PR clients, then went on to start and operate a successful boutique PR agency for 17 years. Robert & I had 6 months to write Naked Conversations. In our 1st month of posting material we got shouted down on everything we posted. In the end, we delivered a book that many people think breaks ground. Scoble & I 1st spoke at Les Blogs 2, where we did so poorly I posted and apology blog. Six months later, we were being mobbed by admirers as we stepped off the dais.

I have learned by doing a lot in life but this time it has very clearly backfired. Someone wrote me that it's like I was ready for a script reading in a summer stock barn, but found myself alone on an opening night stage on Broadway without so much as a sound and lighting crew. That being said, I will get better.

  • The sponsorship thing. I first approached a sponsor last September. He said yes in December, before I had serious discussions with Scoble and long before FastCompany was involved. I pitched Robert to start a video production team with me, funded by the two sponsorship deals we had landed. Robert is not really a startups kind of guy and approached FastCompany, who hired Robert to build a video network. Fast Company brought me in, I assume, on the basis of Robert's very strong endorsement of me and on the fact that it appeared I had a sponsorship in my pocket. They cut a deal at that time which I could only describe as generous. On Feb. 27, three days before sponsorship funds were to come in and while I was in Detroit, prepping for my interviews with Lutz & other executives at GM & Ford, my sponsor called to tell me the bad news. The funding cut was for reasons that had nothing to do with my program. It also had nothing to do with the recession as Robert misstated in comments. After getting the call, I immediately contacted FC, expecting to be cut right there. But instead, FC offered to procure sponsorship through their sales department. That effort actually began about four weeks ago and there are several possible sponsors. It is moving slowly, because that's how large companies move on new projects. While I cannot possibly know for sure, the feedback I'm getting is that none of them has been discouraged by the clips they have seen or the blogosphere conversation.
  • I ain't quitting. Absolutely nothing that has occurred to date has made me doubt the potential for GNTV. While a great deal of online video is designed to be entertaining, GNTV is intended to be useful to a global business audience. We will never try to be American Idol or even some deviation of the Muppets. The show is essentially an interview show. Meet the Press was never among the most popular shows on television. Visually it is quite tedious. But it turns out there is a pretty constant audience for intelligent discussion of politics and current events. The show is now in its 62nd year. Oh yeah, one other relevant factoid. It had no sponsor for its first two years on television.
         

April 10, 2008

GNTV: GM's Bob Lutz talks social media & global warming

Bob Lutz, the controversial vice chairman of General Motors sat down with  me to discuss social media at GM and for business in general. I was told it was the first time he had ever done an exclusive interview on the topic.

As a board member at the Fortune 3 company, Lutz began blogging on GM FastLane in early 2005. FastLane has become one of a growing number of GM blogs and social media programs. FastLane has evolved into a team blog.

Lutz talks about social media in general, but, halfway through the 17-minute clip, I got him to digress onto another subject. While one of the PR folk in the room winced and bit his lip,  Lutz reviewed how he stepped into one of his periodic firestorms of controversy by speculating that "Global warming may be a crock..."  I got him to expand on it, talking about how his blog post had fanned the flames what points he had meant to say and why environmental issue or not, Detroit must move away from fossile fuel dependency.

I am always eager to get feedback, but in this particular case, I am more interested than ever to hear what you think.

Remembering Charlie

My best friend, Charlie O'Brien would have been 68 today, except he died nearly four years ago. This is what I said at his memorial service. I post this on his birthday each year, not to lament my loss, but to share the beauty of our friendship. Charlie was my mentored me as a writer and in life. He was gone before I wrote Naked Conversations, with Robert. But what he taught me helped shape the book.

Here's what I said:

"Finally, I have the last word. After 37 years, I’m free of O’Brien’s editing. He can’t hammer me with a: “Jesus Christ, Israel, just cut to the bloody chase.” No more will Charlie tell me to move a graph up here, make a chop there. When I’m done speaking today, he doesn’t get his chance to turn to you and say: “What really happened was …”

Charlie would have enjoyed today. To him, family and friends were as good as it got. Can’t you just picture him sitting here, listening-- shaking his head side-to-side, tugging a beer, toking a cigar waiting his turn, saying a paucity of words, both wise and irreverent.

I wish this were a roast, but it is not.

For nearly 40 years, Charlie O’Brien and I laughed together, often at the expense of one of us or the other. Jousting was essential to our relationship almost to the end. So was humor. Hiking three years ago at Tahoe, we sat drying on a rock after he had guided us into a snow drift. Earlier, that day, he had demanded that I accept he was going to die which was tough and for that reason, we had been hiking mostly in silence until Charlie guided directly into a waist deep snowdrift.

As we sat there, I asked him if he had any wisdom to impart--something he now saw that he had not understood before... Some pearl to leave behind.”

He thought for a moment. “I might have been wrong about the vitamins,” he said with the straightest of faces, then he gazed pensively out at the Lake. Charlie, over the years, had fanatically consumed entire alphabets of Vitamin pills, using a vile protein concoction as his chaser.

Three years later, I would be sitting on a barstool next to Charlie for the last time. Cancer and its so-called treatments had reduced him to sipping soft drinks through straws. By contrast, I was downing his favorite droughts at a steady pace. There was a chance, he told me, that he’d be taking medical marijuana pills. The juxtaposition of preferred recreational substances would become our last good laugh. He would die three weeks later in the company of people who loved him.

I cannot believe he’s really gone. I expect to see him at any minute. I picture him packing for yet another trip. Charlie loved to travel.

Our travels and misadventures together were legendary. They began in 1968 with a hike up a New Hampshire mountain. Of course we got lost and I swear it was his fault. Over the years we probably took more than 40 trips together, many on extended Thanksgiving weekends.

There were three rules for the annual trips:
(1) It had to be an adventure.
(2) It had to be cheap.
(3) It had to be new.

Cheap fell away first. Then, we repeated a few destinations, but the adventures were always unique.

We did amazing things.

We hiked the Grand Canyon, when I was 50 and he was 55, in a single day. We dived in the Seychelle Sea Caves in Mazatland’s Mayan Jungle, meeting locals who lived in thatched huts and communicated by cell phone. We kayaked to a desert island on the Sea of Cortez where a monsoon marooned us for three days. We snuck into Cuba and spent two unsuccessful days searching for an authentic Cohiba Cigar staying in the National Hotel, once owned by the Chicago mob. We visited Death Valley, where Charlie duped me into watching a ‘pantomime ballet performed by a 75-year-old pot-bellied hag dancing to opera on a wind-up Victrola. We laughed so hard we had to pee.

Sailing to Catalina Island on "Manana," the boat we owned together—actually the stern still said “Kewtie Pie-- with a K” because we always planned to paint it Manana-- we hit a storm and I snarled the jib. We would have motored in but Charlie had bought another cheap battery that-just like the last cheap battery-- died. Ten-foot waves were breaking across our stern and we were losing our heading. Charlie shrugged and said it was a fine day to die, but it turned out to be a better one to live.

One time, we were drinking in an Ensinada, Mexico dance hall, where locals paid ten pesetas to fox trot with Indian women and Charlie almost had me convinced that I really wanted to eat the worm, when Federales with loaded and pointed machine guns suddenly appeared, lining up everyone up against the wall for a search except for us two gringos at the bar who thought it wisest not to mention that the bad guys had ducked into the woman's room and crawled out the window.

The last moment of the last night of most jaunts were usually savored on some hotel balcony overlooking outrageous beauty. We’d share cigars, cognac, philosophy and humor. “Great trip,” Charlie would conclude--then fall asleep in his chair with drink in hand. We had already planned our next Thanksgiving trip.  We were going to follow the route of the Civil War from Gettysburg to Shiloh when cancer ended our tradition.

Charlie’s versions of these stories and mine were almost always at odds. It doesn’t matter whose were more accurate. Often, we were both too loaded to know. We shared huge chunks of life together. They were among the best of my life.

I met O’Brien in 1967 at the Quincy Patriot Ledger’s West edition office. He was an editor and I a reporter. I applied to be his #2. Everyone thought I was the worst possible choice, and they were probably right. But Charlie swung the bat for me and I got the job. We sat facing each other from midnight to dawn, five nights a week for nearly four years. We got to know each other in eight-hour doses. He was my boss but became my friend and eventually the best friend I would ever have.

We were adventure companions and sailing buddies. As roommates for two years we were the oddest of couples. He was my mentor and surrogate big brother. Our adventures nearly killed us a couple of times. We nearly got arrested a couple of times, or into a brawl or two in seedy, foreign places. We laughed lots and argued a fair amount. He understood who I was but liked me anyhow.

He was always calm--even facing death. Most perils, he described as “a bit hairy.” He called cancer, "the luck of the draw."

He gave me the two things I need most—encouragement and shit. He gave a lot of people encouragement. He saved the shit for a select few of us. His encouragement pointed me toward the top and his shit stopped me from going over it.

Charlie taught me about life and living; about death and acceptance. He taught me ethics without preaching, about tolerance without suffering assholes and about patience even if I wouldn’t get to the bloody point.

Charlie usually put his focus on other people. He was always non-assuming. I never knew him to betray a secret. He contrived little custom rituals with people he liked. He became my wife Paula’s cooking assistant, where he gave her sage advice on children and her husband. He very rarely lost his temper except once when Paula hid his liquor on a camping trip.

Charlie was actually a very simple person. He didn’t change that much in the years I knew him. In the end, he just wanted to have more good days than bad and the good days were often defined by who he spent them with. He enjoyed reading or hearing “a good yarn.” He cultivated a hard-ass image but everyone knew he was a softie.

He had disdain for self-important people, Republicans and hypocrites. He didn’t usually trust people in uniform, expect Park Rangers. (Brother John, a Boston cop didn’t count ‘cause he never wore the damned thing.) He was a committed atheist. He usually had a buck for the panhandler. He read voluminously and very slowly. He preferred fact to fiction. Three favorite books were: “Memoirs of US Grant,” “Into Thin Air” and “Undaunted Courage.” The only thing I ever heard him call inspiring was “Tuesdays with Maury.” He almost never lied and was consistently objective and logical. He almost always drove too fast.

Above everything, he valued his family and friends, even more so at the end.

Charlie considered himself a better editor than writer. Yet, he authored a truly unforgettable work: “Health Updates,” which his friends received by email. It broke newspaper rules by burying hard news leads inside little good news sandwiches. In the middle graph we’d find telltale words like “inoperable” or “a mild discomfort in the lower jaw.” As the author warned, Health Updates would end sadly. Before it did, we learned about courage, strength, reality and that justice has nothing to do with it.

I last visited Charlie two weeks before he died. I stayed for only a few minutes because he was clearly suffering. There just weren’t enough good days left.

I miss him terribly. I’d give anything if he could tell me now to tighten and rearrange these few paragraphs. I still see him shaking his head from side-to-side, saying: “Jesus Christ, Israel—would you just cut to the bloody chase?

I’d even give him the last word."

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