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america runs on facebook time

 

in 1941, the watch company bulova paid $9 to air a commercial just before a brooklyn dodgers philadelphia phillies baseball game.  the ad was nothing more than this picture with some voice over.

in 1941, the watch company bulova paid $9 to air a commercial just before a brooklyn dodgers philadelphia phillies baseball game. the ad was nothing more than this picture with some voice over.  some people who saw this first commercial weren’t interested in buying watches.  wasted advertising dollars.

 

this morning, when i logged on to facebook i read some ads on the right margin of my home page.  pottery barn.  a new opi gel nail varnish.  christian singles date.  faithful men looking to date mature women.  ameritrade.  a new anti-aging regime.  bone density tests. i have a sense that if i logged onto my son eastman’s account, there would strikingly different ads.   and if he logged onto my account, there would be a lot of wasted advertising dollars.  because he’s a twenty year old dude.  he doesn’t want to date faithful christian men, open an ameritrade account, or get his bones tested.  and frankly, what does he need anti-aging for when he still has to use a fake i.d. to buy liquor?

advertising is an inexact sport.

ever since facebook went public in may 2012, the shroud of pessimism has fallen over its menlo park headquarters.

the shroud of turin is a piece of linen kept at that italian town's cathedral of saint john the baptist.  it bears the image of a man who has injuries consistent with being crucified.  some people think it was the burial shroud of jesus.  the shroud of pessimism is when everybody thinks you've got nails in your hands and feet and you're dying in between two thieves.

the shroud of turin is a piece of linen kept at that italian town’s cathedral of saint john the baptist. it bears the image of a man who has injuries consistent with being crucified. some people think it was the burial shroud of jesus. the shroud of pessimism is when everybody thinks you’ve got nails in your hands and feet and you’re dying in between two thieves.

share prices on that first day were over $38 but the price has been bumping and tumbling ever since.  part of the problem is how to monetize facebook.

say what?  you’ve been hearing about how mark is a multi-trillionaire.  but yes, facebook actually has had a bit of a “what are we doing here and how do we make money doing it?” problem.

it’s about advertisers and how much they’re going to be willing to pay for playing on facebook.  when mark first started facebook, it seemed like the easiest thing in the world would be to allow banner ads–users clicked on the image, were redirected to the advertiser’s website, and for each click the advertiser would kick back money.  mark didn’t want to do that.  he wanted interactivity:  customers expressing interest, encouraged to give word of mouth marketing on a massive scale, and advertisers able to respond to the market with customer driven innovations.

okay, how likely are you to visit skittles.com?  how likely are you to "like" skittles on facebook?  in march, 2012 skittles.com attracted 23,000 unique users in the united states.  during that same period the skittles page on facebook was a new "like" for 320,000 people.  i want a job responding to posts from fans of skittles.  i also want free skittles.

okay, how likely are you to visit skittles.com? how likely are you to “like” skittles on facebook? in march, 2012 skittles.com attracted 23,000 unique users in the united states. during that same period the skittles page on facebook was a new “like” for 320,000 people. i want a job responding to posts from fans of skittles. i also want free skittles.

 

today’s closing share price for facebook is $27.40.  a bit of a tumble from $38 but i think the long term prospects are good.  if i wasn’t paying my taxes this weekend, i’d definitely be down for some facebook stocks. . . and maybe a bulova.  because that first television commercial is making me feel quite nostalgic.


twenty three days before this homeless winnetka matron starts selling streetwise. . .

packing up a quarter century of my life.  my ex-husband’s life.  the lives of my sons joseph and eastman.  and my stepchildren david and elisabeth.  the sighs–oh, that’s the second grade workshop project that eastman made me!  the delights–now i know where the hell the cheese grater ended up!  and the self-reproach–really, did i need four sets of dessert plates when i’m an eat the ice cream right out of the container girl?

and what exactly were seventeen of these doing behind the speakers in eastman’s bedroom?

 

life follows us.  and we decide how we mold our experiences.  i can be worried and scared about being twenty three days away from the closing on the house.  i can be excited because i am being given something that not a lot of people my age have–freedom to do exactly as i please untethered by the weight of responsibility to family or real estate.  i can course up and down through the emotional double helix while packing one set of teacups for my stepdaughter elisabeth.

is there something you’re enduring that you’re not too happy with?  what if you turned it upside down and looked at it as a blessing?  i’m not asking you to change your mind about it.  just two or three moments of thinking “i’m really happy that. . . .”  i’m not convinced i’m all that good at it–and my balloons are still stuck to the telephone wires.