Anyone who has taken an Intro to Marketing class knows about the Innovation Adoption Curve. Let’s jog your memory: Innovator; Early Adopter; Early Majority; Late Majority; Laggard.
“Do go on!” you say? Allrighty!
I am of the late majority in adopting social networking. Didn’t do MySpace. When it came to Facebook, I purposely dug my heels in and said I was never going to get a Facebook account. What was the point? It seemed stalkerish. And if I wanted to talk to my friends, I’d call them. This was when Vancouver was ranked the third biggest friend network on Facebook. I was one of the dozen people in the city who didn’t have an account. Go figure. Then I saw the value in sharing pictures so I signed up under my dogs name. This way, I didn’t get weirdos from my past looking for me.
And now (have mercy) I’m on Twitter. I said the same things about Twitter that I said about Facebook: Why would anyone care what I’m doing??! Then I got serious about moving forward with my photography business and I TOTALLY GET IT NOW! I understand why people use it. The NECESSITY of it. The greatness of it. The ability to connect with people whom you would otherwise not communicate with. In a week I’ve got more followers than people I’m following. And the best part: I don’t even know what that means! Is it good? Average? No big deal? Sure, some of my followers are mortgage brokers or salsa dance teachers but hey, that’s the beauty of online networking. Maybe one day they’ll need a photographer and before you know it, my next gig is booked!
Next up is Kobe. His parents are some wonderful people and their expecting their second child in the spring. Mom is 1/2 Japanese and his dad is Scottish but looks Greek. That mix equals one hell of a beautiful boy. And he’s a good kid too. The kind of kid you could leave alone with your dog and know that A) the dog will still be left with all its senses when you get back; B) the dog wont have had to play “let’s see how hard we can squeeze your rib cage”; and C) the dog will not have an irrational fear of anyone smaller than me afterward. In fact, that’s my dog, Punky in a couple of the pictures. Told you she’s awesome!
And in case you’re wondering what that is on his arm, it’s a tattoo. Kobe’s rough, rugged and raw like that.
