by Jeannette Marshall
@optioneerJM
A storyteller is someone who is imaginative
evoking empathy, intellectual connection with a highly *involved crew. Not always YUPPIES as my egocentric alter ego YUPPYdom on Word Press has developed a pulse. Thank you for that. That is the start of how we would define a storyteller, by traditions, teachings, assumptions.
In my mind's eye I see a storyteller as someone who can write
a story, encouraging the absorption of the tale, definition solely by you.
A storyteller can and often does evoke reaction.
Some positive, others not so.
Tears of sadness that comes with empathy,
chuckles or giggles that express joy and humor [key to our Mental Health].
Intrigue, mystery, literature or entertainment
the writer's gift to the world.
A bond that is established.
A loyalty.
A tribe.
You see, I study the numbers, absorb them, roll them around
in my head. Then an eruption of ideas explode
from an implosion from within. A strong
desire to develop writing, a following,
a brand.
I'm always testing things consciously or subconsciously. Perhaps that is why my tribe is really very, tres coolio [ translation: my vibe ]. I had decided from the start to be who I am, be truest to myself. Cherish my mental wellbeing above all else. Sometimes failing, sometimes melancholy, other times a fear of despair.
Have I been spirally downward and only just now realizing it? Or, in the utter pit of despair, clambering to stay as far away from depression as possible, as I read and absorb that topic: Mental Health.
A fascination that compliments my life long love of numbers, hatched at the ripe age of 25. Yes, the parent of a few Millennials of my own. Offspring of my heart, soul and love. Who would have imagined a YUPPIE being able to exude that much love, give up attention, recognition, so yield pride and ego to the exit door. That should in essence describe the boon of the aging YUPPIES. The champion of so many things, discoverers of wondrous wisdom, leaders of free worlds, emblematic of racial acceptance and waivers of discourse. Fashionable statement is the championship of a YUPPIE. In the 80s or ever since. Bred of a generation in which appearance meant everything::... if you appeared the cleanest, purest, honest, intellectual, polished, fashionable young lady or man who surfed their way through the 1980s, hitting your 20s in practically, direct unison with the Millennial implosion of population, attitude, aptitude, striving, able, strong hipsters [ born in the 90s when their parents had done a little adulting before diving into parenthood ].Lucky for me, when someone was showing me and teaching me something in my 20s, it snapped in to my brain, and hasn't really let go. I think that sales was a science with numbers if I think back on it now. A way to set up your own intellectual (golf-like) game of improving your own score.
If you are driven with south doubt, there is nothing more soothing than a love story of numbers ::... the characters evolving and changing, the plot rotating, the cast of characters alternating. What stays true, is the numbers.
There is corruption in numbers.
But far more poetic and entertaining for sure.
I've been hinting at forecasting being critical
over the past number of posts. Where many of my most devoted readers merge with me, hang out with me virtually, so to speak. What's appealing to me or something worth a expulsion of thought. Some pass on. Others pick up.
The ones that pick up are part of my crew.
How else could they not be (wow, what a bunch of bad grammar eh?) meaning they must be my crew, if the followers are attributed to me. Right?
Let me show you what I mean
while I tell you a story with numbers.
My own numbers.
No one else.
Derived by really smart people
developing algorithms
that pops with artificial intelligence
of a different kind.
My perception of AI or what is catching on
as "artificial intelligence".
Just recently, Facebook announced
setting up shop in Montreal.
As its "Artificial Intelligence" Headquarters.
Facebook has really fallen by the wayside when it comes to my interpretation of "Artificial Intelligence" (theory posted without research other than casual reading and dissemination of information available on the web for free) this Monday, September 25, 2017 at 10:30 pm MST Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
Before I started reading up or noticing clips on television about artificial intelligence, I truly thought that how I defined it in my mind to mean to be the right interpretation: AI for simplicity sake of typing as I've ranted about ACRONYM HELL before (maybe one of my more entertaining rants).
I thought and think that AI is the absorption of personalized information (or aka also known as "data" ) stored to the "cloud" [ which is not an Apple creation as in Xerox still is to photocopiers].
It makes sense.
The more faithful I am with certain social media platforms, the more forthcoming they are starting to bring me my numbers. I commented about Linked In's more intuitive dance that they are experimenting with what I would think is mostly my crew: the early adopters of online culture and earliest users of Social Media platforms like Twitter and Facebook before getting a special invite to be able to be the first to sign up to Google Plus or G+ as it is affectionately known.
By reading the numbers, I can tell who is my crew.
It's a vibe that resonates and seems to bounce around like an uplifting game of toss the ball, virtually meaning a rallying of support from those who get to know you by your message, your consistent messaging and vibe.
I did go on a rant today, which I really try to avoid.
Nothing destroys a social media following
more than a rant.
Since people are used to the SPAM and self-promotional garbage,
they're able to tune out that noise and grasp real important stuff.
BUT they avoid rants like a rampant virus.
Toxic and toxicity avoided
so most people run away from toxicity
yet ironically rally around violence or catastrophe.
[You don't have to think that far back
glued to Twitter feeds and 24 hour news
about hurricanes and earthquakes
as most were.]
Nothing deafens your voice faster than a rant.
A misuse of power or a disuse of trust.
That is what I've tried to uphold as an online motto
and a heartfelt belief.
To use the information at your disposal to uplift
educate, elevate anything worthy of a rallying assembly of really smart, gifted, talented, successful, financially stable and morally sound folks.
Those are my PEEPs, TWEEPS, TRIBE, FRIENDS, FAMILY, and FAVORITES.
Looking at the numbers, just defines the spirit of who they are. See if you can see the story?
Let me float this out one more time: this is a very telling page of numbers. I'm wondering if you see what I see?
