As an update to one of my previous posts, last week’s Twitter chat — moderated by NCARB — went extremely well, and I really enjoyed being a part of it. This being my first such chat, I have to say that it was an amazing thing to take part in an organized, moderated conversation with people from all across the United States, which really made me realize how powerful of a medium Twitter has become. I felt that I represented myself well and even made a few semi-profound statements that made me sound like I kinda-sorta even know what I’m talking about.
What I didn’t expect, however, was the permanence of that conversation. The transcript has already been published by NCARB, via Storify, and a slightly abridged version also appears on ARCHITECT’s website. As in, the magazine. Several of my tweets were featured. In ARCHITECT. As in, the magazine. Little old me, appearing in ARCHITECT? !!holycrap!!
Except it wasn’t me. My words, of course, conveying some of my thoughts on this crazy ride we call internship, but hidden behind an ambiguous handle (IDP_PA) with an equally ambiguous profile photo, the “Coordinators” graphic that I had
stolen borrowed from NCARB’s website. That red dot in the middle makes me look more like a certain omnipresent sentient computer system from some science fiction movie, instead of the living, breathing human that I am.
HAL: It can only be attributable to human error.
Thanks, HAL. Who asked you, anyway?
A year ago, when I started this Twitter account, I had my reasons for using that graphic, and at the time, they made perfect sense. Even though I had just taken on the Coordinator role, I was already thinking of succession planning. I knew that the position was intentionally finite, and wanted to be sure that the next person would be able to step into it seamlessly. That meant a dedicated email address for inquiries, and a “nameless” Twitter feed — each completely separate from my personal accounts.
Now, here I am, my words unexpectedly appearing in ARCHITECT (as in the magazine!), with no connection to myself whatsoever. However noble those reasons might have seemed a year ago, now they look somewhat foolhardy… and maybe even a little stupid. I mean, this was a good opportunity for some exposure, and I’m essentially hiding behind a nondescript moniker!
HAL: Look Dave, I can see you’re really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.
Thanks for the suggestion, HAL. And stop calling me Dave. (Even my profile picture doesn’t know my real name… Sheesh.)
So, over the the course of the past week, I’ve made the executive decision to update both my profile picture and my profile name to represent me as a person, not the position that I hold. (My Twitter handle — and email address — remains the same, for obvious reasons.)
HAL: I’m sorry, Dave, but I can’t allow you to do that.
Well, gee, I’m sorry, HAL, but you don’t get a vote (and seriously — stop calling me Dave!). Maybe it’s too much of a change all at once, but then again, I never claimed to be a Twitter expert. Learning as I go, here, people… learning as I go.
So, thanks for representing me for the past year or so, HAL, but I’ll take it from here.
Wait — is that “Daisy” I hear…?
This post borrows very heavily from Kubrick’s masterpiece 2001: A Space Odyssey… So if you haven’t seen it, you might not get it. HAL’s quotes are taken from IMDB.