Telling users that something went wrong, what went wrong and what they can do to re-try is not luxury – it means building a user interface.
Nine months ago I moved from WordPress.org to WordPress.com.
It was an unusual choice, considering that most users go the opposite way. But I had my reasons. Namely:
- I was going through a trial run for a WordPress.com Happiness Engineer position and figured it’d be good to eat the dog food.
- I wasn’t doing much work with my blog. It was just a dumping ground.
- I had never spent a lot of time with WordPress.com, and was curious about what the experience would be like.
It’s been quiet on the WordCamp Toronto front for the last couple of months. We haven’t said much since the site went live in mid-February.That’s about to change. Starting today our organizing team will be holding bi-weekly meetings to work through tasks and get things done.
This’ll be a fun summer.
So much truth here. (Okay, maybe not the hot yoga part.)
Despite working in the persuasion industry, we have a terrifying knack of believing our own bullshit as it bounces around the echo chamber. Marketers marketing marketing to other marketers is never going to end well. In the constant search for a silver bullet, we sell each other new fads and develop new theories, dressed up in impressive sounding but ultimately empty terminology.
The echo can be deafening. It’s one of the reasons that I’ve been leaning more towards usability, documentation, and education over this last year.
I still have an interest in lead generation and marketing strategy+tactics, SEO and all that good stuff. But those topics fail to court my enthusiasm in the same way they did when I was fresh out of college in 2009.
The permanent record would follow you through life, and whenever you changed schools, or looked for a job or moved to a new house, people would see the shameful things you had done in fifth grade. How wonderful it felt when I first realized the permanent record didn’t exist. They were bluffing! Nothing I did was going to matter! We were free! And then when I grew up, I helped build it for real.