Let me preface this post by saying I’ve arrived in Melbourne and I may or may not be getting too old for hostels.
I happily remember my time in Europe as one of new friends, cheap accommodation and a staying social while traveling alone.
Four years later and I feel ancient. I got into Melbourne late Monday night, had to crawl over a mess of smelly teenage boys while cloaking myself in a threadbare sheet and thought, “What the hell did I do?”
That said, the two days I’ve now been in Melbourne have been an eye-opener.
First of all, I have my computer with me. I can’t tell you how much this changes things. I remember having to cram in a week’s worth of internet time on one of those massive coin-operated desktops in creepy internet cafes in Amalfi. Now I’m always connected, which is both awesome and a little sad. I’m nervous about leaving my fancy computer in a hostel so I’m lugging around multiple pounds of technology on my back while exploring this new city.
So there’s that.
There’s also the fact that this is my first trip EVER without a guide book.
Why? Well, my bosses handed me my very first iPhone before I left with the promise I’d work from the road. This little piece of metal has changed my life.
I always used to say I’d never get a smartphone. I didn’t want to be one of those people walking down a perfectly beautiful street with their eyeballs glued to yet another screen. Or, worse, I didn’t want to be one of those people who can’t look at a human face for more than ten seconds without one eyeball darting to their phone. You’re not being sneaky, I see you. We can always see you.
Travel has changed so much in just the few years since I last backpacked. I haven’t gotten lost once in two days because I have Google Maps. I haven’t had to poke my head in every single coffee shop to ask if they have wireless because I have the Free Wifi app. I don’t need a guidebook because Melbourne is as keyed in as they come and all I need to do is whip out my phone to find the best and closest things to do in my neighborhood.
I’m also ditching the hostels so I can couchsurf. While the whole concept of staying in a stranger’s house freaks me out, I can’t do a 14-bed dorm for one more night. Plus, college travelers are annoying the crap out of me and all I want is a local who can tell me the best coffee/vintage store/laneway. Double plus, I need me some friends. As excting as all of this has been and as much as I love my privacy, you’d be surprised how lonely you can get in two days.
I realize a lot of this tech existed in 2007, but not to the degree or accessibility that it does now. I don’t know how this changes me as a traveler, we’ll have to see.
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My name is Marian and I am a Comment Whore
by Marian Schembari on March 2, 2010
The other night I was checking my email while a friend was over. I saw that someone had commented on my blog – which always gets me goin’ - so I went to check on this awesomeness. After seeing that my most recent post had 19 comments (a HUGE amount for someone like me) I went a little giddy.
Until my lovely friend called me a “comment whore”. His words exactly: “Oh. You’re not one of those comment whores are you?”
Why yes, Charles, yes I am.
And p.s.? Bite me.
So I tweeted it (because that’s what us social media sluts do nowadays). RedoingMedia responded, saying, “@marianschembari proof positive that this is not the person for you????”
Which got me thinking. There’s this super-specific blogging community that you only understand if you’re knee-deep in the trenches. So maybe my friends don’t 100% get why I dig comments, but anyone else with a blog understands how vital they are to not only your site’s survival, but to your sanity/ego/motivation to move forward with your life.
We judge a blog entirely on its comments. I could give less of a shit if you get millions of readers every month, but if you’re getting 100 comments per post you are the cat’s pajamas. If you’re in PR you understand that reaching out to bloggers is important. But which bloggers do you contact? Those who are part of something bigger? The columnists for AOL? The biggies on HuffPo? Or do you go to the ones who have established their own little “cult followings”? People like The Bloggess or Marie Forleo…
Darren Rowse on Problogger wrote a post, 7 Questions to Ask On Your Blog to Get More Reader Engagement(one of many on that site doesn’t say much but has an enticing header), on how using questions is THE number one way to get people talking. Chris Brogan says this too. In fact, most of his posts end in a question, but I’m not fully convinced this is why he gets so many people talking.
To be perfectly honest, the reason I comment on blogs isn’t because people ask. From my experience, both with my own comments and seeing why other people write, here are the top reasons I comment a blog post:
Ryan Rancatore writes on his blog, Personal Branding 101, that one of the top 5 uncommon ways to measure social media success is through comments per page view.
20 Something Bloggers even has a group called We love comments! that has over 1,000 members. I know I’m not alone. If you have a blog, you are… a comment whore.
My posts with the most comments:
So we’ve got two personal posts, one “helpful” post and two controversial ones. Here are Penelope Trunk’s most commented:
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