My Life Brand... and a Fable
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My Life Brand _______________ |
“We all have personal brands and most of us have already left a digital footprint, whether we like it or not. Proper social media use highlights your strengths that may not shine through in an interview or application and gives the world a broader view of who you are. Use it wisely.”
– Amy Jo Martin, American
author, speaker, entrepreneur, and founder and CEO of Digital Royalty.
Now I get it!!! The Memo, that is...
For almost a
year, “But I Never Got the Memo” was the subtitle of this blog...
It was time to
change it to reflect the brand aware and branded me.
Whether or not an
ordinary life like mine is worthy of branding is debatable. After all, I haven’t
cured cancer, created the most-awesome-must-have tech product, or starred in a
blockbuster movie.
I have written and published some books
and have been awarded a Fulbright
Award – not too shabby for an ordinary life – but mine is not a famous life or
brand.
I hope that, as a
teacher and sometime scholar, I have made a difference in someone else’s life –
one can only hope.
We all leave
footprints of some kind; I hope that most of my prints have been positive and that
the negative ones haven’t been too difficult or run too deep.
In 2014 it is
almost impossible to not leave a digital footprint. In fact, my mother, who has
been deceased since 1979, has a digital footprint. I am responsible for some of
them, of course, but she had her own, even before I was aware of them.
Back in 2001, I bought
into the bromide that if you can’t find yourself on Google, you don’t really exist.
Fearing that I
might die without having really existed, I Googled myself – three tiny entries
popped up. One was a mention in an Amazon review for Eating Our Hearts Out: Personal Accounts of Women’s Relationship to Food, an anthology in which an essay I wrote was published. The other two I
don’t remember, but the entries weren’t that interesting or memorable. But I
was excited that something I had written touched someone in some way and that I
would not die without having been indexed in Google.
My full name now brings
up about 2,500 Google entries, which is about average for an unknown person
with a digital presence.
My forum name for
Namepros has more entries (7,800) than my real name, but that makes sense since
I do more casual posting under the forum name than I do my real name. Also, my
books are not bestsellers. (Cry crocodile tears here, boo, hoo.)
I had also read
an article in one of the writing magazines that writers needed to secure the
dotcom of their names, that if they didn’t, an unsavory person might squat on their
names – especially writers fortunate enough to become well-known – and build
porn sites on them.
Yikes!
On May 22, 2001, I
registered my first dotcom: my full name.
Later I dutifully
secured my first-name/last married name and my first-name/maiden name dotcoms –
my first ventures into personal brand protection.
Recently, I created
a pseudonym based on a domain name that I already own: Jifly.com (J.I. Fly, my
young adult writer’s name and not something I’m trying to hide, LOL).
With pseudonyms,
one has choices and can develop a branded writer’s name based on dotcom availability and desired public image.
I have since
learned that “fly” can be used as a noun to mean “clever,” “smart,” “awesome,”
etc., but I assure you that I did not
know about these superlatives before choosing my nom de plume for my young adult books; I just thought it was just a
cool, short name.
My real name is long
and a bit uninteresting (sorry, family and better half) and difficult to
remember and spell, which is okay for
my regular books, but for YA books, it seems advantageous to have a kicky five-letter
name – a name that attracts attention on its own terms.
I mean, if one is
going to use a pseudonym, why not an interesting and memorable one?
So I have actually
been branding myself for a long time; I just didn’t think about it in that way.
My first attempts at branding had more to do with protecting my identity, not
carving out a brand for myself.
Given that this
essay seems a bit overly focused on the inner workings of my own branding, I
thought it would be charming to include a fable by Mark Twain, who foresaw, over a century ago, the advent of the modern
day selfie:
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Mark Twain |
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A
Fable
[A Selfie as Envisioned by Mark Twain]
[A Selfie as Envisioned by Mark Twain]
Once upon a time an artist who had
painted a small and very beautiful picture placed it so that he could see it in
the mirror. He said, “This doubles the distance and softens it, and it is twice
as lovely as it was before.”
The animals out
in the woods heard of this through the housecat, who was greatly admired by
them because he was so learned, and so refined and civilized, and so polite and
high-bred, and could tell them so much which they didn’t know before, and were
not certain about afterward. They were much excited about this new piece of
gossip, and they asked questions, so as to get at a full understanding of it.
They asked what a picture was, and the cat explained.
“It is a flat
thing,” he said; “wonderfully flat, marvelously flat, enchantingly flat and
elegant. And, oh, so beautiful!”
That excited them
almost to a frenzy, and they said they would give the world to see it. Then the
bear asked:
“What is it that
makes it so beautiful?”
“It is the looks
of it,” said the cat.
This filled them
with admiration and uncertainty, and they were more excited than ever. Then the
cow asked:
“What is a
mirror?”
“It is a hole in
the wall,” said the cat. “You look in it, and there you see the picture, and it
is so dainty and charming and ethereal and inspiring in its unimaginable beauty
that your head turns round and round, and you almost swoon with ecstasy.”
The ass had not
said anything as yet; he now began to throw doubts. He said there had never
been anything as beautiful as this before, and probably wasn’t now. He said
that when it took a whole basketful of sesquipedalian adjectives to whoop up a
thing of beauty, it was time for suspicion.
It was easy to
see that these doubts were having an effect upon the animals, so the cat went
off offended. The subject was dropped for a couple of days, but in the meantime
curiosity was taking a fresh start, and there was a revival of interest
perceptible. Then the animals assailed the ass for spoiling what could possibly
have been a pleasure to them, on a mere suspicion that the picture was not
beautiful, without any evidence that such was the case. The ass was not
troubled; he was calm, and said there was one way to find out who was in the
right, himself or the cat: he would go and look in that hole, and come back and
tell what he found there. The animals felt relieved and grateful, and asked him
to go at once – which he did.
But he did not
know where he ought to stand; and so, through error, he stood between the
picture and the mirror. The result was that the picture had no chance, and didn’t
show up. He returned home and said:
“The cat lied.
There was nothing in that hole but an ass. There wasn’t a sign of a flat thing
visible. It was a handsome ass, and friendly, but just an ass, and nothing
more.”
The elephant
asked:
“Did you see it
good and clear? Were you close to it?”
“I saw it good
and clear, O Hathi*, King of Beasts. I was so close that I touched noses with
it.”
“This is very
strange,” said the elephant; “the cat was always truthful before – as far as we
could make out. Let another witness try. Go, Baloo**, look in the hole, and
come and report.”
So the bear went.
When he came back, he said:
“Both the cat and
the ass have lied; there was nothing in the hole but a bear.”
Great was the
surprise and puzzlement of the animals. Each was now anxious to make the test
himself and get at the straight truth. The elephant sent them one at a time.
First, the cow.
She found nothing in the hole but a cow.
The tiger found
nothing in it but a tiger.
The lion found
nothing in it but a lion.
The leopard found
nothing in it but a leopard.
The camel found a
camel, and nothing more.
Then Hathi* was
wroth, and said he would have the truth, if he had to go and fetch it himself.
When he returned, he abused his whole subjectry for liars, and was in an
unappeasable fury with the moral and mental blindness of the cat. He said that
anybody but a near-sighted fool could see that there was nothing in the hole
but an elephant.
MORAL, BY THE CAT
You can find in a
text whatever you bring, if you will stand between it and the mirror of your
imagination. You may not see your ears, but they will be there.
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*Hathi, a bull elephant that lives
in the jungle, is a fictional character created by Rudyard Kipling for the Mowgli
stories collected in The Jungle Book (1894) and The Second Jungle Book (1895).
**Baloo, a bear, is a fictional
character, also featured in Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book from 1894 and The
Second Jungle Book from 1895.
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