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From Seth Godin:

A whisper in a quiet room is all you need. There's so little noise, so few distractions, that the energy of the whisper is enough to make a dent.

On the other hand, it's basically impossible to have a conversation (at any volume) in a nightclub.

Signal to noise ratio is a measurement of the relationship between the stuff you want to hear and the stuff you don't. And here's the thing: Twitter and email and Facebook all have a bad ratio, and it's getting worse.

The clickthrough rates on tweets is getting closer and closer to zero. Not because there aren't links worth clicking on, but because there's so much junk you don't have the attention or time to sort it all out.

Spam (and worse, spamlike messages from organizations and people that ought to treasure your attention and permission) are turning a medium (email) that used to be incredibly rich into one that's becoming very noisy as well.

And you really can't do much to fix these media and still use them the way you're used to using them.

The alternative, which is well worth it, is to find new channels you can trust. An RSS feed with only bloggers who respect your time. Relentless editing of who you follow and who you listen to and what gets on the top of the pile.

Until you remove the noise, you're going to miss a lot of signal.


 
 
Now I will be the first to admit that I am almost a techno-junkie. I can say almost, cause I've been through Dave Ramsey's FPU and can say "NO" like a good FPU grad. But I still enjoy messing with some of the latest apps for my iPhone or iPad.

So this morning I went out for a bike ride with my iPhone in my jersey's back pocket and turned on the iMapMyRide app to log my mileage and, using the built-in GPS of the phone, record where I rode. All well and good, in my book.

Well, I got off the bike after my ride and stopped the recording process. I had done 14.34 miles - great! Then I went in to chcek my progress on the web (since as soon as I save the ride, it's supposed to upload to the web). And my 14+ mile ride had become a 14,000+ mile ride originating south of Nigeria in the middle of the ocean and riding a straight line(across the waters) to Roswell! I wonder what strange sattellite I picked up to record the GPS of my phone?!

Somebody got their wires or signals crossed. And try as I might, I cannot get the actual ride to load on the site. That's why I can say I love technology, when it works.

I knew there was something peculiar about our location. . . in Roswell . . .