Friday, May 6, 2011

Multiple Personae Disorder

It must be fate that this post comes after the previous post.  

On Thursday, shortly after I finished the post whose title sounds like a law firm, I got a phone call.  It was from a lovely professional-sounding woman.

It took me a while to understand what she was saying, through no fault of hers, but because I was deep in the tied-weave-blogging-about-it maze, and as it is I talk to myself, in my head or sometimes out loud, at roughly Third Grade reading level. I had speak and listen carefully so I wouldn't come across like an Grade A Nincompoop.

Long story short, folks at her work bought a piece of mine as a gift and I suspect they found my website which has background stories on a few very old and a few new pieces, in the Gallery.  The particular piece she was after was not listed, and have I written about it somewhere they can access? 

Well, yes, here.  And because it was one piece in a bigger project, I promised to send her a couple of links. Suffice it to say, it was part of Re:fine, but I had the wrong year it took me a while to track the posts down.   

Nowadays I have a hard time remembering why I rushed upstairs in the middle of weaving, so you cannot expect me to remember what I wrote in 2007, (as it turned out,) and if you're a frequent visitor you know this is a platform for my existential verbiage, weaving or otherwise.  And I hesitated for a moment to send her the links.   

When I started this blog, it was meant as a small and "professional" news section of my website.  As weaving encroached upon and intermeshed with every facet of me, other stuff seeped into this blog.  I was aware it was happening, but I couldn't think of any other way of operating.  (Last month, I finally deleted my other blog, "Not a Woman of Few Words," the only regret being I still think it's a cracker of a title.)  Whereas, around 2006 or whenever it was we built my first website, I had hoped to create a slick and professional and maybe even slightly mysterious personae of Meg the Weaver to reflect the [insert-adjectives] nature of my work, I've consistently tried to be a real person of late because I cannot operate in any other way.  

My current "website" is just another Blogger blog made to look (ever-so-slightly more) website-y, but we made it before Blogger introduced Pages/Tab so Ben found and modified the HTML codes to allow for the (slightly better looking) tabs.  And since my modes operandi as regards websites has become create/neglect/revamp, I've been thinking of bringing bits over here so I'd have only two weaving blogs, instead of the four, to cover the two languages of MegWeaves.  I mean, do we really need a website today?

All this makes me want to either revisit and recalibrate MegWeaves' marketing goals, or chuck it all and just bring the bare minimum so Unravelling functions as a website of sorts.  And knowing how tactful I am in manipulating multiple personae, well, we know which way I should go, don't we.

I know it has been a problem for some on Facebook, the private profile vs, the Public Pages. 

How do you manage this?

In the end I did send her three links, with a disclaimer, explaining the nature of the blog and the WYSIWYG nature of me. Right.  Loom time.

5 comments:

  1. Oh fiddlesticks. I just posted an incredibly long and thoughtfully worded comment here and blogger has thrown it away. I'm sulking now!

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  2. Really? Oh, how sad for me!!!!!

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  3. Darn, still very naughty Blogger. I was secretly hoping it might just pop up overnight...

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  4. So was I! I'll have to see whether I can remember what I thought & said... after my brain has recovered from workshop-fever. At the moment I can just hear the sound of my own voice saying the same thing over and over again.

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  5. I know one remedy to your symptom, Cally. I shall check your blog vigilantly the next couple of days. :-)

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