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From now on, it is our task to suspect each and everyone amongst us. Forewarned is forearmed. Take no risks and be alert to danger. That is all.
the message I want to communicate:
Do not disturb. Already there. - T-SHIRT
A report of a most alarming nature reached me two days ago.
Watch the littlest kids carefully; the biggest messages for the grown-ups are hidden there!
Memory: Recognizing the value of an alert mind and an alert memory, I will encourage mine to become alert by taking care to impress it clearly with all thoughts I wish to recall and by associating those thoughts with related subjects which I may call to mind frequently.
Tom Ridge announced a new color-coded alarm system ... Green means everything's okay. Red means we're in extreme danger. And champagne-fuschia means we're being attacked by Martha Stewart.
We continue to be vigilant.
My phone dings with a text. Mom: I bought you a rape whistle. There was a gangland slaying on your street last week.
I want to make people aware of early detection.
At the end of April I archived 'Curses' and Inform, and announced them on the newsgroups.
I'm not in the business of warning people.
This is the potential start of something ... awareness
So if you do something, you should be observant, and careful, and alert.
Employees speak of being fearful opening emails and feeling increasingly helpless in the face of the deluge. Physiologically, we now know that the state of continuous disruption puts us into a constant state of hormone-induced stress.
Fair, fair warning -- if there's one thing i've learned, there are no fair warnings.
The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.
Give us a call or you know, flash a searchlight in the sky with your logo on it, because we monitor everything.
We don't need an alarm system. We barely have anythings worth stealing."
"Do you want me moving in?"
"NO!"
"then you're getting an alarm.
I wanted to better inform the world.
Every major communication tool on the Internet has spam and abuse problems. All email services, blogging services and social networks have to dedicate a significant amount of resources and time to fighting abuse and protecting their users.
Always follow up an important email request with a phone call.
We are approaching levels - if we're not beyond levels - of threshold for the number of messages that consumers can take in in a given day. There is a kind of hunger for some kind of new approach to getting the word out about something.
Never awake me when you have good news to announce, because with good news nothing presses; but when you have bad news, arouse me immediately, for then there is not an instant to be lost.
Messages don't succeed because they say something new and exciting that no one had ever heard before; instead, they succeed because they explain something that people feel but have been at a loss to explain.
Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.
Call the fire department," I said, trying hard to stay calm.
"On it." Bess said, digging into her pocket. "I'll text 911."
"Don't text, call!" I said, feeling my heart pounding in the chest.
I have very important phone messages that will be playing Broadway. An evening of my tweets I think is going to be booked into the Golden Theatre.
Those who are seeking ways to tap into the potential of e-mail will find themselves in a position to capitalize on the pending explosion in Internet usage.
"How many warnings has he got?" Pearson
Panic bells, it's red alert
There's something here
From somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky
Where 99 red balloons go by
It's amazing how email has changed our lives. You ever get a handwritten letter in the mail today? 'What the? Has someone been kidnapped?'
Press Releases are spam
Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.
We entered an era of false alarms.
Thankfully, readers send a lot of stuff. They see stories in their local newspaper. Or friends of mine email me, what they heard or saw ... I'm very plugged in
sight of the name on the screen. Anna. It grows when I read the text. This message is brought to you by the BCBS [Booty Call Broadcasting System]. If you are back in town, get your wet ass over here.
You shall use all your senses to monitor very carefully all that goes on about you, inside and outside.
Yesterday, when you said you told everyone, what did you mean?"
"Everyone important, I guess. I mean, I didn't rush out to inform my mailman or anything."
"Oh, he knows," Nate said offhandedly.
"Oh. Okay," I said, thrown. "Well, I guess I can cross him off the list.
But what I want to assure and reassure the public is we are concerned about your safety, your security, and your privacy. Let's work together in partnership to ensure that we can have the best way forward.
We can break news really fast. When an earthquake happens, there are people Twittering about it.
There are a thousand things to hear about, informationally, daily, but the thing that doesn't go away is the one to pay attention to.
I'm awesome, Sam. Have you not gotten the memo recently? It's supposed to go out every Friday morning with Twitter alerts. #Logansawesomenooneforgetit.
Roger, we're go on that alarm
In an age of network tools, in other words, knowledge workers increasingly replace deep work with the shallow alternative - constantly sending and receiving e-mail messages like human network routers, with frequent breaks for quick hits of distraction.
We've been able to watch on our television screens sophisticated weaponry find a building; and we've seen dramatic reports from the front where Pulitzer Prize-to-be winning reporters stood up and declared, the United States is attacked, and all that.
If you've got some news that you don't want to get noticed, put it out Friday afternoon 4:00 pm.
But over and above the offers of help and love, precious and determined though they are, is the fact that we are public knowledge. Our signal has been heard. By each response a friend is activated. Our message had a single note. Here is its returning chord.
The guns of the big events rumble through our pages, but the tiny firecrackers are constantly hissing and popping there as well; it appears that much of my life as a journalist has been devoted to sedulously setting off firecrackers.
Some people may have noticed the new computer shelf at the anchor desk. Rather than phone calls, we want to take real time e-mails, and we'll be starting that very soon.
If you have time for just three status updates a week, make one promotional, one funny or interesting (containing a picture or video) and one promoting somebody else.
In every crisis there is a message ...
Learning to hear when there is no crisis is good practice for when we are under fire and need urgent help.
The alarm bells shriek again, echoing off the walls. "The hell is that?" asks Tattoo. "And why does it keep going off?" "There's some crazy lady on the loose," says Doc. "Keeps propping open emergency exits. Triggers the alarm. Are you going to let me go?" Well, at least my mom must be doing okay.
The bell seemed to have set off an
alarm in my brain, and I glimpsed at the mysterious envelope on my desk.
There was another item I should've gotten from my single-shoe salesman.
Consider this a fair warning.
Whenever we turn on our computer, we are plunged into an ecosystem of interruption technologies,
I expected to have some tags from reporters, but I'm clear there so far."
"I've had all inquiries from media rerouted to my office."
She narrowed her eyes "You can do that?"
"I can."
"Why don't you always do that?
Guy on the plane I'm on has a text alert that sounds like a gunshot ... And he isn't putting it on vibrate.
Today the Justice Department did issue a blanket alert. It was in recognition of a general threat we received. This is not the first time the Justice Department have acted like this. I hope it is the last. But given the attitude of the evildoers, it may not be.
We manage what we monitor.
Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.
Dostoevski informs everybody; or he ought to.
Before one may scare the plain people one must first have a firm understanding of the bugaboos that most facilely alarm them. One must study the schemes that have served to do it in the past, and one must study very carefully the technic of the chief current professionals.
I set a rule that people weren't allowed to send good news unless they sent around an equal amount of bad news. We had to get a balanced picture. In fact, I kind of favored just hearing about the accounts we were losing because ... bad news is generally more actionable than good news.
Exponential growth in access to the Internet, satellite television and radio, cell phones, and P.D.A.'s means that breaking news now reaches virtually every corner of the globe.
In warning there is strength.
I am receiving what I suppose to be the usual number of threatening letters on the subject. Assassination can be no more guarded against than death by lightning; it is best not to worry about either.
On that road of the informer, it is always night. I cannot ever inform against anyone without feeling something die within me. I inform without pleasure, because it is necessary.
Caution! Be very careful of false, meaningless, self-contradictory, and not even very funny warnings, like this one.
It's part of my game to occasionally send a message, one that may be unpopular to the outside world, but can be important for the team.
Your email inbox is a bit like a Las Vegas roulette machine. You know, you just check it and check it, and every once in a while there's some juicy little tidbit of reward, like the three quarters that pop down on a one-armed bandit. And that keeps you coming back for more.
To inform, and, therefore to reconnoitre , this is the first and constant duty of the advanced guard.
With 'posts' running in the millions, Internet message boards have become an essential part of the savvy investor's arsenal.
If you see something, say something.-- Rich Redman
Now doctors access patient messages via a mobile or Web application, and the message automatically becomes part of a conversation. Under the new system, the whole care team is aware of what is happening, and the doctor has the patient's history available when fielding questions.
To sound the alarm is not to panic but to seek action from an aroused public.
[On not reading newspapers:] If something important happens, your mother calls you.
When I get the morning report on security, I call those battalions in the regions where there are problems.
I don't want anybody to not recognize how appreciative I am of the volume of e-mails I get.
Postal inspectors have been given advanced warning that Publishers Clearinghouse is sending packets of laundry detergent that could be mistaken for anthrax. Oh, good timing. What genius came up with this promotion? What's next - a ticking alarm clock? Let's put that in a box.
Online journalism has rendered us all news wire hacks - get it posted fast, forget about context or nuance or interpretation, and errors will be fixed on the fly.
The false alarm was the result of the explosive amplifying effects of a hyper-information society when fed sensitive news.
We live in times of high stress. Messages that are simple, messages that are inspiring, messages that are life-affirming, are a welcome break from our real lives.
In the face of this approaching disaster, it behooves men and women not yet overcome by war madness to raise their voice of protest, to call the attention of the people to the crime and outrage which are about to be perpetrated on them.
If we hear, we shall heed.
To make sense of social epidemics, we must first understand that human communication has its own set of very unusual and counterintuitive rules.
No Late Messages: It is proper netiquette to send messages within an appropriate time frame.
There is an overwhelming amount of information available to us all on the web each day, not to mention what is shared with us by our family, friends, fans, and followers. This necessitates the need to filter through all that information and to decide for ourselves where to put our attention.
Constant vigilance!
The e-mail lands like a mortar in the Hum suzerainty.
The email appeared sometime during the night, like alcohol-induced depression, dreams of old lovers, porn on TV.
Information gently but relentlessly drizzles down on us in an invisible, impalpable electric rain.
You must always be proactive
I'm a morning person, really alert.
Pay attention to me.
The attacks of September 11 persuaded many Americans that what might seem to be obscure or distant potential threats can very quickly materialize and it therefore makes sense to attend to them even before they become urgent.
If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.
The mobile phone, the fax, emails. Call me old fashioned, but what's wrong with a chain of beacons?
Listen for dangerous words.