Tomorrow, more real estate chatter. But, today, the mainstream media gives us a nod.
Bloggers wield a heavy hammer indeed.
Ann Brenoff writes this morning about bloggers in the Los Angeles Times. In her article, she mentions a bevy of real estate blogs, and it appears I just made the cut. Page two, last paragraph – I’m the closer. Either I’m Trevor Hoffman or an afterthought. Let’s go with the baseball analogy.
Even some agents have caught the “amuse them and they will come” fever. Kris Berg’s San Diego Home Blog is a “must read” because of her Erma Bombeck-like voice.
Erma Bombeck? How funny that our little “educate and get educated project” has found this voice. My children, however, aren’t laughing.
If blogs had been around 18 years ago when I spawned my first tax deduction, I would have been a much more effective parent. Where over the years I had come to rely on tired parenting tricks to shame my children into submission, such as singing “I’m Too Sexy” very loudly in the produce aisle or threatening to wear their clothes to Back to School Night, now I just play the blog card. “Clean your room, or I will post about it!” “No, Mom, Puleeeease!”
The power is intoxicating.
Yet, as cool as the Los Angeles Times thinks I am, my own IRA-siphons think I am yesterday’s newspaper. When I proudly announced that I had finally signed up for Facebook, one daughter (with a quizzical look similar to the one she flashed when I suggested she get one of those job-thingies) wondered aloud, “Why?” When I sent my two satellites-in-perpetual-orbit-around-the-dinner-table the recent invitation to be my GoogleTalk friends, they ignored me. That is, once they had quit howling with riotous laughter.
Who needs a rubber chicken? Unless, of course, it’s the entree.
“Realtor blogs help reel in clients, boost sales” is the title of the LA Times piece. Clients? Boost sales? Now, there’s an interesting angle I hadn’t thought of!
Call me for all of your real estate needs… or I might blog about it.
Yeah – That works. (Just kidding!)