You don’t know me.
And that’s okay, because I don’t know you.
But that’s all about to change.
They say that you can’t get to know someone in 3 minutes, but I aim to challenge that theory by offering a ten-point list (which you should be able to read in under 3 minutes) sharing the most intimate details of my life. Or something like that.
And so, without further ado, my list.
[As stated, this is the definitive, no-holds-barred resource list for everything I am, will be, and never was.]
- I sleep ten hours a night. Or more. (Except on planes.)
- I began blogging in 2006, back when cavemen were chiseling tablets with large pebbles.
- I was an early employee at Twitter.
- I started using Twitter while living in an orphanage in the rural highlands of Kenya. Today, I lead social innovation at the company. In my role, I’ve been called everything from a “Force for Good“ to “One of the Most Generous in Social Media” to “Twitter’s Pontiff Recruitment Chief“ (yes, I helped get the Pope on Twitter.)
- I am a foster mom to a 19-year-old Kenyan teen, @sammyikua, who I met in the orphanage where I lived. Sammy graduated from high school last year in the USA and is now on a year-long service program in Ecuador with a great non-profit called Global Citizen Year. When we went to his village in Ecuador to visit him last month, I asked how we’d find his host family’s house. “Ask for the gringo negro (black gringo),” he told me. We did. It worked.
- I met my husband while on a cruise of Antartica. He wasn’t on the cruise, exactly, but rather in the port city (Buenos Aires).
- I wrote my last book (Twitter for Good) on a cruise ship.
- I have bangs. Except when they grow out.
- I’ve lived in seven countries, spread over four different continents. I have never lived in Australia, which saddens me deeply.
- I have terrible facial recognition. I’ll be thirty minutes into a movie and turn to my husband when someone walks onscreen and say, “Who’s he?” Invariably, my husband will respond: “The main character.” (Read: the guy you’ve been watching for thirty minutes already, dimwit.) Unfortunately, my limited abilities extend to real life as well. If we’ve met once, I likely couldn’t recognize you from an armed lizard.
So now, you know everything there ever was to know about me.
And, if not, you’ll hear from me next week.
Same time (now), same place (Babble).