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Well, this has the potential to be a rather embarrassing Dollop. Last Friday The Young'uns got a message from someone saying that we'd been once again nominated for the Best Group category in the BBC Radio 2 Folk awards, which we won last year.
I am currently writing this Dollop on the train, heading back to Hartlepool to see the family (does this mean more David's Daily Digital Dollop podcast jingles from my eleven-year-old niece Lucy? Possibly, but I cannot promise anything, so try and contain your excitement). I have scheduled this Dollop to be published at 8pm, which is after Mark Radcliffe will have announced the award nominations on the BBC Radio 2 Folk Show. So, I am just assuming that, by this time, we will have been officially declared as one of the nominated groups for Best Group, otherwise this will be rather awkward. I will be out by 8pm, and so if Mark Radcliffe doesn't announce our name and it's been a mistake, then there's little I can do about it. Maybe I should have written an emergency Dollop just in case, about something completely different, and then, if it transpires that we're not actually nominated, I could just publish that instead. But I like to live dangerously.
The last time I wrote a blog post on a train was a couple of years ago. I didn't end up publishing the blog because I never completed it. That's partly the reason for David's Daily Digital Dollop; it will stop me half writing something and then never getting around to finishing and publishing it.
I was writing about the person who I was sitting next to on the train. They were listening to music from their mobile phone speaker, and singing along. The music they were listening and singing along to was awful, and it was completely ruining my concentration. Being unable to focus on writing what I was intending to write about, I instead wrote an impassioned rant about the annoying person sat next to me. Don't worry, being blind I don't need to have the laptop display turned on, and so I set it to be turned off by default, meaning that unless this person was able to read my fingers, they would have no idea what I was writing. And given the bilge they were assaulting their ears with, I don't think there was any chance of them having the intelligence or ability to read what someone was writing by analysing them touch typing.
My rant started out admonishing this person for their irritating behaviour. Because I was angry with them, I chose to write the blog as if I was writing directly to them. I made quite a few assumptions about the person, formed purely on the fact that they were angering me, and were listening to mind-numbing shit. It was, in essence, a character assassination, based solely on her music choices and her gregarious behaviour. A lot of unfounded unflattering conclusions were leapt to.
After a good thousand words of insults, I then progressed to analyse my part in all of this. I realised that there was no chance that I would ever say anything to this person, as I would find it too awkward. Also I observed that this person's singing was making me feel embarrassed. But why? I wasn't the person singing. It was the person next to me. It was clear to anyone looking that I was not with this person. I hadn't spoken to them at all during the journey, and I was minding my own business, typing; unless there was another blind person on the train, who mistook my typing for percussion accompaniment, and was getting pissed off with us both for disrupting his journey. But it was I, for some reason, who was feeling awkward, as if I was vicariously experiencing the awkwardness that the person next to me seemed unaffected by. I was being awkward on her behalf; awkward by proxy.
I then observed that one of the reasons for my frustration was because this woman's attitude to life was so different to mine. I realised that her actions were niggling away at my own insecurities. There was no way that I would have the confidence to sing to music in public. I'd even feel uncomfortable if I caught myself nodding along. I realised that part of my annoyance was actually annoyance at myself for being too socially insecure and self-conscious. I wrote all this in the blog post, suggesting that maybe I could learn something from this woman, and that maybe I could view this situation as a catalyst to explore my own insecurities and social anxieties.
I was really getting into this blog post, typing very fast and writing quite a lot about this person and their actions. But then my focus was interrupted again by the woman getting up out of her seat and leaving. I assumed that she had just gone to the toilet. At least she wasn't too socially unaware and unintimidated to ignore standard toilet protocol, choosing simply to just urinate in a bag.
I continued writing. But then, after twenty minutes the woman had not returned to her seat. It's not as if she'd left her seat in order to get off the train. The train hadn't stopped anywhere and we still had another ten minutes before the next stop. I was getting off at the next stop, and so decided to shut down my laptop and ready myself. As I glanced down at my laptop, I noticed that the screen was on. And then I remembered in horror that my brother had been using the laptop earlier that day, and so I'd turned the screen back on for him. Therefore, the screen had been on all the time, and I'd been typing invectives about the lady next to me and her annoying ways in full view of the very person I was writing about. But I wasn't just writing about her; I was writing directly to her, aiming my words as if I was deliberately communicating my message to her, so it's not as if she'd think that I was writing a blog post, but that I was deliberately addressing her, expecting her to read it. At one point she leant against me, and shuffled around a bit. That might have been to get a better view at the bile I was spouting about her. Of course, this leaning and shuffling had led me to up my insult quota even more. Ironically, I was writing about the fact that I was the kind of person who was too socially awkward and anxious to communicate my feelings to the person directly, although this is precisely what I was doing, albeit inadvertently.
There is a chance that her leaving her seat had nothing to do with me, but I'm pretty confident that it did. Of course, being the anxious and insecure person that I am, I felt terrible and guilty about it for ages afterwards.
So, if you're on a train and you happen to recognise me, don't come up to me and say hello, sit next to me, play some terrible music loudly from your mobile phone and sing along, while shuffeling against me. It will be my penance, and I shall have my sins absolved by it. It's the only way to cure me of this guilt.
Yesterday I mentioned that I'd been watching the BBC four documentary, The Brain, presented by Neuroscientist David Eagleman. One of the topics explored was sleep walking.
I can only recall a few occasions when I have sleep walked. The first was while at University. I woke up, finding myself stood up and noticed that the door to my bedroom in the halls of residence was closing behind me. By the time I'd properly comprehended what was taking place, the door had closed and automatically locked, leaving me on the outside of my room, standing in the corridor.
I checked my pockets for my keys to let me back in, and realised that I didn't have any pockets. The reason for my complete lack of pockets was due to my complete lack of clothes. I was standing totally naked in the corridor of my halls of residence.
I was stunned, having no idea what on earth had just occurred and why. I'd never sleep walked before, so it's not as if I'd had any past experiences to relate this to. But, despite my overwhelming confusion, this really wasn't the time or the place to ruminate on what had just occurred.
I would have to visit the security building in order to get a new key, but that would involve a minute's walk, and necessitate me going outside. I didn't really fancy walking around the University grounds completely naked. Plus I'd have to somehow try and explain to the security staff what was happening rather quickly, lest they become freaked out by the fact that I'm walking towards them in the nude.
And how was I going to alert them? Walk through the grounds towards them shouting, “Warning, warning, I'm coming towards you and I'm naked.” And this wasn't really much of an explanation. It's not as if they'd hear me shouting about being naked and approaching them, and think, “I'm glad he warned us, otherwise that would have been a bit awkward lads.” I'd ideally want them to know the reason why I was approaching them completely naked, before I actually reached them.
Me shouting at the top of my voice that I was naked would surely attract more attention than just the security staff. I didn't really want to wake up all the students in the University by walking naked through the grounds shouting about being naked. Naturally, people would open their windows and have a look. I'm not bragging here, suggesting that people would obviously want to enjoy this visual treat (they're only human after all), I just mean that if they were woken up by shouting, they would be likely to open the window to see what was happening. I would need to be discrete, but at the same time be indiscrete enough so as to alert the security staff that I was naked, but not for any kinky reason, but simply because I'd locked myself out of my room. But I knew that this would have been impossible. They would probably see me coming way before they could hear anything that I was saying. They could pick me up on their cameras. They would just see a naked man walking towards them shouting.
So I couldn't walk to the security building until I'd put some clothes on, but all my clothes were in my room which was locked. Perhaps I could find something in the corridor that would suffice to cover the essentials. Perhaps there'd be a curtain on one of the windows that I could take down and wear. You may think that this is completely illogical, but I'd just woken up, and what choice did I have? I needed something to wear, and with a complete absence of clothes, I would need to explore alternative options.
I took a step into the corridor, at which point the light came on. I stood, frozen in horror. Someone had come out of their room. The only reason the light would come on was if someone had activated it, and the only way to do that was by moving. And then I remembered that I had just moved, and thus it was presumably me who'd activated the light. Again, I was not thinking logically, I was in a panic, in an odd state of alertness, by which I am referring purely to my brain state; I was completely unalert as far as that part of me went, which was just as well really, otherwise that could make the situation even more awkward.
I tentatively tip-toed down the corridor, as quietly as possible, dreading that my antics might wake someone up who may open their door to investigate. I searched for curtains, but it was no use. There were some pull-down curtains that were currently open and consequently right at the top of the window. The only way I'd be able to get those down was by fiddling with the fastenings at the very top of the window. It was quite a large window, and so this would essentially mean that I'd have to stretch right up, standing on my tip-toes, in order to reach. This would not be an easy task, and would require me to stand tall and upright (again, not like that, I really wasn't finding this arousing) in full view of anyone who might look in. I would essentially be putting myself on exhibition, standing in front of the window displaying myself in all my severe lack of glory. So, another plan thwarted.
The only way I was going to get some clothes was if I borrowed some from someone. I really didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. I crept to the bedroom door of the person who lived next-door to me, Dan. I very quietly knocked on his door. I wanted to wake him up, but obviously didn't want to awaken anyone else. It would be a rather awkward scenario if someone else heard the knocking, assumed it was someone knocking on their door, and opened the door to see me standing outside Dan's door, completely naked. I therefore tried a knock that was hopefully loud enough for Dan to hear, but quiet enough so as not to rouse anyone else.
The knock elicited nothing. I knocked again, daring to knock a little louder. There was a pause, and then I heard some movement from the other side of the door. Had he heard? I pressed my ear against the keyhole. It sounded like he was getting out of bed. Brilliant, I was saved. He'd answer the door, I'd get some clothes from him and walk to the security building and get another … Hang on, what the hell was I thinking? Imagine what he'd think when he opened his door to see me standing their completely naked. Goodness knows how he'd react. If he shouted out in shock then it might wake others up who might come out of their rooms to see what the commotion is all about.
I needed to warn him about my physical state, before he opened the door. I could hear him getting closer to the door. At least I assumed that's what I was hearing; my heart was beating so loudly that I couldn't really tell. But I must act quickly. If he was up, then he'd be at the door in a couple of seconds. Our student rooms really weren't palatial. It was important to keep my voice quiet, but loud enough so that he heard me. It was vital that he heard me, otherwise, goodness knows what would happen.
“Dan,” I began, my voice nervous and urgent. “I'm completely naked dan.”
There I'd said it. With a bit of luck he'd heard me, and now he'd know, so at least he wouldn't be shocked. What do you mean, he wouldn't be shocked David? “Dan, I'm completely naked”?! That's hardly the most innocuous phrase in the world! What did I think was going to happen next? That he'd open the door, and say, “Oh, so you are. Thank goodness you warned me, otherwise I'd have been really freaked out. Well, you best come in. Fancy a drink? What have you been up to?”
And if he had said that then it would be me who was freaked out, and that would add another and very different dimension of awkwardness. I needed to quickly explain what had happened, before he opened the door.
I hurriedly tried to explain the situation through the keyhole. I then put my ear back against the keyhole and listened for a response. I heard the sound of a wardrobe opening and then closing. I then heard rustling and further movement. I think he may have understood and was getting some clothes for me. I still couldn't be sure though. Perhaps he hadn't heard any of what I'd said, and had just heard the knocking. Maybe he was just putting on some clothes before opening the door. Should I try and explain the situation again, just in case?
“Dan, just to warn you that I've been sleep walking, and woke up outside of my room, completely naked, and …”
The door opened.
“Yes I know, shut up, quick, get in, for god's sake before someone sees!”
I stepped into his room, and the door closed behind us. He handed me some clothes, which I hurriedly put on, and then walked to the security building, got a spare key and let myself back in to my room. Fortunately, it hadn't played out as badly as it could have done.
Apparently, there was a reported case of a woman in Australia who used to sleep walk, leave the house and have sex with complete strangers. Perhaps I'll meet her in March. “Hey babe, are you currently experiencing a parasomnia episode caused by REM sleep behaviour disorder, or are you just pleased to see me? No, probably quite a difficult question to understand and satisfactorily answer if you're having a parasomnia episode. Never mind, shall we crack on with the sex then?”
Another reported case involves a chef, who would get up in the middle of the night and cook food in his sleep. There is another case of a man who gets up during the night and produces surrealistic artworks in his sleep. Apparently he'd never had any artistic inclination before this started happening, and doesn't have any artistic thoughts during the day. He has no recollection of creating the pieces of art, but simply discovers them upon waking the next day. He has had requests to exhibit his work in art galleries.
Damn these people. If only there was some way of programming my brain to get up in the middle of the night and create these Dollops, so that, upon waking, I find them to be done. But alas, the closest I've come to this was getting a poltergeist to help out at night, but unfortunately he's gone now.
Back tomorrow. Hopefully you will join me, unless you've made the stupid decision to give David's Daily Digital Dollop up for lent. But you'll never succeed in that. Even if you manage it for a bit, your brain will programme itself to get you up during the night, read/listen to that day's Dollop and then go back to sleep again. You cannot win. I am too addictive.
It's all about the horror this week (and some sci-fi and fantasy too) as Becca spotlights the legend that it Stephen King this week, with Glenn and horror novice Paula in attendence as well - there's also some HP Lovecraft and Poe thrown in as well, and a discussion on horror in general, including parodies such as the amazing Garth Marenghi's Darkplace!
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Let's take a walk on the wild side as we discover how a preference for macho men might be related to where we like to take an evening stroll. We'll also find out why sisters agree—and disagree—over what constitutes an attractive partner.
Women may prefer dominant men because they make good bodyguards. Warner Bros Entertainment
The articles covered in the show:
Ryder, H., Maltby, J., Rai, L., Jones, P., & Flowe, H. D. (in press). Women's fear of crime and preference for formidable mates: How specific are the underlying psychological mechanisms? Evolution and Human Behavior. Read summary
Biegler, R., & Kennair, L. E. O. (2016). Sisterly love: Within-generation differences in ideal partner for sister and self. Evolutionary Behavioral Sciences, 10(1), 29-42. Read summary
Today I’m joined by a tech entrepreneur who is a passionate builder of SAAS products that solve real world problems. He’s the founder of a company that monitors Google, Bing and Yahoo text ads and trends; and offer PPC competitor insight. Welcome to DMR, Leon Krishnayana (@leonkrishnayana). You can find Leon over at iSpionage.com.
On this episode of Digital Marketing Radio we discuss learning from your competitor's PPC campaigns, with topics including:
Is it essential for every business that runs PPC ads to be analyzing their competitor’s ads?
What are the most important aspects of an ad to analyze?
Obviously you shouldn’t just copy your competitor’s ad copy - or can you?
What are some specific ways that competitive intelligence helps with managing PPC?
What are some of the biggest mistakes people make with PPC campaigns?
How is PPC changing?
Is CPM or video or other forms of paid advertising going to take over?
[Tweet ""Word of mouth marketing is the highest converting channel for us." @leonkrishnayana"]
Software I couldn't live without
What software do you currently use in your business that if someone took away from you, it would significantly impact your marketing success?
Google Analytics [website visitor stats]
MailChimp [Email marketing]
What software don't you use, but you've heard good things about, and you've intended to try at some point in the near future?
Marketing automation software in general
My number 1 takeaway
What's the single most important step from our discussion that our listeners need to take away and implement in their businesses?
If you're starting out then you really need to get more traffic to your website first. If you're not in the vicinity of anybody's mind, no matter how great your product or service is, it's useless. If you already have some level of visibility on the internet, customer success would be something that you would want to focus on. Word of mouth marketing is so powerful. That is the highest converting channel for us. You can only get that is you provide a good service or a good product.
The post Learning from your competitor’s PPC campaigns – LEON KRISHNAYANA | DMR #137 appeared first on Digital Marketing Radio with David Bain.
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Sometimes ignorance is bliss, and sometimes I take pride in being ignorant about certain things. I am happy about the fact that I don't know the names of any of the contestants of the most recent series of X Factor, let alone who won it. I'd be hard pushed to give you a handful of names from previous series, although a few names have unfortunately managed to seep into my consciousness: Jedward, Leona Lewis, Susan Boyle … er … that's not much of a handful really; except for the Susan Boyl element. Hahaha, that was a joke about Susan Boyle's size, hahaha. I believe she is on the plump side, after all, that was one of the things she was famous for.
“She's fat and ugly, let's all hate her. Oh, hang on, she can sing. Oh, I'm confused now, I'm not sure how to react. Oh, this is a hard one. Do I laugh at her because she's fat and ugly, or like her because she can sing? Oo, hang on, she's crying. Aw. My emotions are all over the place here. Oh good, there's a commercial break, I'll go to the kitchen and pour myself another glass of wine and that'll give me some time to think through this dilemma.”
I get upset and annoyed when some information about reality TV somehow finds its way into my brain, because I am proud to be ignorant about such things. But now and again I am betrayed by my friends and allies. I'm reading the Guardian and one of the articles will mention something about a contestant on some reality TV show, or someone on radio 4 will name some Z-list celebrity currently ensconced in a jungle, and I'll feel hurt and betrayed, because I thought these were safe places.
And now I know this information, I know that I can never unlearn it. I'll remember that for ever now, because the horror of suddenly having this information thrust at me unbidden, has created a heightened state of emotion, creating the perfect neurological environment to ensure that the memory is cemented. You are apparently more likely to retain information if it is learnt while you are in a heightened emotional state. I tried explaining this at college to my hot French teacher, who was worried I was falling behind in class. “Well, if you really care about my exam results, then you should really be having sex with me. Just make sure to shout out French words all the way through, and my heightened emotional state will mean that I am neurologically wired to remember.” Believe it or not, sadly this gambit didn't succeed.
Last week I accidentally absorbed some information about Celebrity Big Brother. Up until that point, I had no idea Celebrity Big Brother was even happening. Until last week, the only things I knew about the entire history of Celebrity Big Brother was that the comedian Jack Dee escaped the house by scaling a roof, MP George Galloway pretended to be a cat (or something like that), and someone called Chantelle, who wasn't an actual celebrity, not by any stretch of the imagination (which in Celebrity Big Brother's case stretches mindbogglingly far) became the girlfriend of fellow Celebrity Big Brother contestant Preston from the band the Ordinary Boys. That, up until last week, was everything I had accidentally absorbed about Celebrity Big Brother.
But then last week, I was reading the Huffington Post and a headline caught my attention.
“CBB' Stephanie Davis says that Boyfriend Sam Reece ‘Isn't Right For Her' And Wants To Be Single.”
Now, bare in mind that, at this point, I had no idea that Celebrity Big Brother was even happening, and so I had no notion that this story had anything to do with Celebrity Big Brother. Nor did I know who Stephanie Davis was. Being blind, I am using a screen reader, and so the news is being read to me. I heard the screen reader say “CBB' Stephanie Davis says that Boyfriend Sam Reece ‘Isn't Right For Her' And Wants To Be Single”, and, having no idea that CBB stoodd for Celebrity Big Brother, I assumed that this Stephanie Davis person must be a presenter on the BBC TV channel for children six years and under, CBeebies. Why, I wondered, would a Cbeebies presenter be talking about such personal stuff on TV to children, most of whom wouldn't really be able to understand what she was going on about. I imagined that Stephanie Davis must have had a breakdown live on air, and vented her relationship troubles live on TV in front of bemused children and parents. But obviously the article wasn't about that, and so I ended up reading about Stephanie Davis, East Enders actor, who has apparently been flirting with some guy on Celebrity Big Brother, even though she has a boyfriend. Not quite as exciting.
I apologise, if you are like me, and enjoy being ignorant about such things. I am aware that I have now dragged you into also knowing this knowledge.
I don't watch reality TV, and I tend to avoid any of the dross that is on TV. I will occasionally watch something. This week I have watched War And Peace with my housemate Elsa, and a programme on BBC Four called The Brain with neuroscientist David Eagleman, who I imagine is constantly asked what it's like to nearly share a name with the famous folk singer and blogger David Eagle.
There are so many amazing books, radio and TV programmes, so much great music, comedy and drama that I will never have time to listen to before I die, so I generally don't see the point in wasting that precious time I do have watching actors in a soap I know nothing about flirting with a guy who I've never heard of and then announcing that she's dumping some other guy who I've also never heard of. I assume that many of you reading/listening to this feel the same, which is why you've chosen to spend some of your precious time reading/listening to these Dollops, which is obviously a very good use of your time – well done.
But, last Saturday I watched an entire episode of the Channel 4 reality tV show, the Undateables. I didn't choose to watch it. Me, Ben and Elsa had just come home from an evening out seeing the comedian Ed Byrne, who was very good incidentally. We were having a cup of tea, South African Red Bush Tea with a Hint of Vanilla, just in case you're interested) and Ben switched on the TV, which landed on the Undateables.
It was just on in the background while we were talking, but it didn't take long for our conversation to dissipate as we became interested in what was happening on the TV. And it's not as if I didn't have ample opportunity to stop watching. There were three comercial breaks, but still I remained until the end. I had become interested in the stories and the characters, and I had to see what happened.
Basically, the Undateables is a programme in which people who feel insecure about dating and worried about never finding love are matched up with each other. These people tend to have disabilities. So it's obviously a bit of a controversial programme, given that there are people on their with physical and learning disabilities, plus the name seems rather reductive, just lumping all these people together as The Undateables.
Obviously it's not presented like a blatant freak show, and I think that in some ways you could argue that it's up to the viewers how they perceive it and react to it. Some people will no doubt laugh at the expense of the show's participants, but others might find it life affirming and positive. It may even offer hope and comfort to some viewers. There were times that we laughed at things that happened and things that the participants said, but I don't think that it was really laughing at a person's expense, but I'm sure that there are people who watch it and enjoy it for that reason.
There was a man with autism, who also had some other learning disability. He found it difficult to form sentences and to put words in the right order. This led to some very interesting turns of phrase. He was a very lively and enthusiastic person, constantly smiling and upbeat, and his odd turns of phrase made us laugh. But I don't think laughing at this was in any way insensitive or inappropriate. Even his parents smiled and laughed at the various odd phrases he'd come out with. It's a part of who he is, and it's clear that the enthusiastic, idiosyncratic way in which he speaks brings joy to those around him. Surely then it's best to embrace all this as a quality, rather than being afraid to acknowledge it as anything other than sad or tragic. Surely that would rob this person and everyone around him of positively acknowledging and appreciating his qualities, even if those qualities are born out of a disability.
His parents were incredible, and wanted their son to experience the love that his parents enjoyed. There were a few moments where their son would talk about how incredible it would be to find someone and have the type of happy life that his parents had. His parents seemed very close and remarkably supportive of their son. They were also amazingly resourceful. The mother set up a dating agency for people with learning disabilities in the local area, in order to help her son meet someone similar and find love. He ended up getting a girlfriend from this, and they seemed very happy. In some ways it was a shame that they bothered going down the Undateables TV show route, given that in the end, the date that the programme fixed for him didn't really work out, whereas the mother's resourcefulness did pay off and seemingly had nothing to do with the TV show. But maybe this has helped offer a solution for other people in similar situations. The mother's dating agency has helped not only her son, but other people with learning difficulties to find love.
This was the first time I'd watched this programme, and while I'm not really interested in watching it again, I didn't find it particularly offensive. I think the concept still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable and uncertain, and it's clear that the name is deliberately sensational and controversial, in order to garner attention. However, I did still feel somewhat sullied afterwards, and so, in an attempt to cleanse myself, listened to Stephen Hawking's Reith Lecture on BBC Radio 4 about black holes. I didn't understand a word of it, but at least I felt somewhat vindicated and less dirty.
I'll leave you with some optional homework. Here's a link to a blog post written by my friend, Mabel, which is an open letter to the producers of the Undateables, after she received aniFacebook nvitation to help them find potential participants. Mabel has a stammer and presumably was found by The Undatable's researchers because she is part of a Facebook group for people with stammers. I don't think she's ever watched the programme, but, like me, just felt uncomfortable and uncertain about the concept. However, it's well-written, funny, and makes some good points.
Back tomorrow. Another day, another Dollop.
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Apps, Logan & Mr. Piper bumble their way through another episode of The Dimp Digital Podcast. Logan gives his thoughts on how co-op gaming is seeping into game design. The lads dissect all of the information from EA in the last few weeks, including TitanFall 2 release date, BattleFront DLC and their absence from E3 in 2016. BBC’s “The Beautiful Gamers” gets a mention as does Nintendo’s sales and profit performance.