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Showing posts with label public relations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public relations. Show all posts
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Why I'm Not In PR
My alternate hed for this was: "Well, That Was Weird"
October 16 was my last post here, and that day I had a remarkable 38 views. 38. That's like five times my normal rate. It's back down to the normal half-dozen or so now.
On that day, I did a post referring to a post I did the same day on my "phlog," The Guy with the Leica. I was actually pretty proud of that post, a series of pictures shot at Jimmy "The Boogie Woogie Man" Valiant's wrestling camp. Obviously, I thought, someone hit that in a Google search on pro wrestling or something, and I had an unusual surge of viewers who normally wouldn't have seen my stuff. Perfect sense, right? Except that Guy wth the Leica had ... 0 (as in "zero") views that day.
So what does it mean?
Two days before that, I did a post on artist Cy Twombly's studio here in Lexington. Is that what caused the jump? Did I drive people to my site with a reference to Van Gogh? Twombly? Lexington? If so, why did it take two days? Who Knows?!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I quit PR after one short year in that business. I don't know why people do things. I just know what interests me .... and if you read this, you're just along for the ride.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Oh, yeah...
Aside from learning what I already knew (that I know nothing about retail, and am not suited for it), I've relearned a valuable lesson I'd forgotten over the years: I don't like doing public relations, and I'm not really suited for that either.
There was a time when I was actually paid to do PR. Fortunately, I discovered my shortfall in that area before my bosses did, and quit to move on to other stuff before anyone noticed I wasn't ... well, I wasn't relating to the public. They -- particularly the media -- weren't interested in the things I was promoting. Specifically, there's a P.G. Wodehouse line about a novelist expecting a reaction being like throwing a piece of paper into a well and awaiting the splash. I know the feeling...
I suppose I can't complain. Our Karant Jou gallery (which is the cause of all this personal growth and discovery) opened to decent crowds, congratulations from friends and some press attention (including a really nice listing in the Staunton paper's weekend section: www.newsleader.com/article/20090226/NEWS01/90226004) But others I would have thought might have noticed, let alone covered us, have said nothing.
Ah, well, I guess I must keep a sense of perspective...
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