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What Happens if You Have Open Hours to Talk to Your Site Visitors?

On the 24th of December, I wrote a post "Happy holidays. Let's have a Skype chat."

It's something I'd thought about doing for a while. Hey, why don't I take open hours to chat with people, and offer my take on anything a person is interested in. I've had a few other bloggers and website runners express curiosity with how it went, hence, this post -

The Good -

I connected with a lot of interesting people. In the guidelines to that post, I wrote "I blocked out 20 minutes for each call, so it might be a good idea to pick one or two things you’re working on or curious about before we get on the phone, because it could go fast" - most people did, in fact, have a couple items when they called, and we wound up covering a lot of interesting ground.

I wasn't sure how 20 minutes would work, but it worked surprisingly well. There was minimal chit-chat and how-are-ya's at the start, which is cool. I've never been a fan of smalltalk, and have always made an effort to move past it into interesting things as quickly as possible in real life.

hello there southeast asia

On Point B

hello there southeast asia i’ve only just arrived we’ve not met formally though i do hope we’ll be friends no pressure, i just wanted to introduce myself you may remember my parents who met you here some years ago how many i really couldn’t say and it has been quite some time don’t remember them? well, no matter take it from me, they’re nice enough people whom you once met or so they claim

southeast asia, i am wearing the same green shirt i wore in the americas i wear it not as a gesture of familiarity nor a token of goodwill but because i am a lackluster fellow who has not shopped for new clothes since coming to meet you i hope you won’t think ill of me

southeast asia i grew up with stories of you with slideshows of you glowing ghosts onscreen my parents young slim dark-haired smiling before temples fountains statues slides shown to guests after dinner as i played on the rug beside the sofa with my trucks

southeast asia my sister and i were the only kids we knew who ate with chopsticks thought it was exotic knew the old names of your countries siam peiking burma bombay when this was that for whatever reason

southeast asia will it mean anything to you anything at all if i say that before i left ohio left the americas i made pictures of you in my mind i cringe now at the poor likenesses and mourn that in them i made you only a sort of charicature of what i’d imagined of this of you of a continent as far from my own as can be imagined

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