Campfire's burning, campfire's burning, draw nearer, draw nearer .....
I've been struggling lately to develop a guiding aesthetic for corporate bloggers and I've finally got it. Camp Fire Talk. We've been conditioned by a million years of camp fire talk to accept its steady, unadorned, agenda-free tone as trustworthy.
Around the fire, after a day of grubbing for grubs or dancing between the legs of a woolly mammoth, our ancestors didn't harangue cavemates about how their new improved spear thrower would jump-start their sex life. You can't fool anyone around the fire, because you've all been doing the same thing all day, your frailties and strengths on display.
During most of our history, there hasn't been much conversation except camp fire talk, and I'm not sure we accept any talk that doesn't pass the camp fire test. It's a tone that's almost impossible to fake, and it's certainly the only tone that one willingly endures for more than a few minutes. Camp Fire Talk is part of us, grafted onto our nervous system so thoroughly that speakers stray from it at their peril. We all know what it is and, better, what it isn't. Blogging is forcing us to remember how to do Camp Fire Talk.
Blogs are so constant and frequent and informal that we're being forced at last to drop the stridency and expert tone and false eloquence that orators, and their progeny, corporate communicators, have felt obliged to use.
Spot on. Spreading (and learning) knowledge through the culture by social story-telling, round camp fires, chautauqua's or whatever is a strong theme.
One of the reasons I like the blog medium is the informality. You can say "fuck" under your breath one minute and and hold forth setting the world to rights philsophically the next, or just recalling a good joke or anecdote you picked-up that day. The telling and sharing is at least as much value as any explicit message being imparted, which may be being repeated for the umpteenth time anyway.
I guess in the business context it's some version of the water-cooler stories and elevator pitches.
Posted by: Ian Glendinning | July 29, 2005 at 06:06 AM
Well done. Exactly. You could have spoken with Jane Jacobs of those "third places" between public and private, like bars and coffee shops or hangouts, but the campfire is perfect for corporate blogging, implying a primitive hunting tribe huddling togehter to create its own sacred stories and tales. Do they speak there of the Ghost Dance?
Posted by: Phil Cubeta | August 22, 2005 at 03:07 AM
You can say "fuck" under your breath one minute and and hold forth setting the world to rights philsophically the next, or just recalling a good joke or anecdote you picked-up that day.
Just like real people do when they speak freely with each other ... what real humans do when not constrained by fear ... say, of losing their job.
Posted by: Jon | August 22, 2005 at 04:47 PM