Amitai Givertz’s Recruitomatic Blog

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A Contrarian View of Life in the Recruitosphere

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Remember the Sabbath Day and keep it holy…

Google! Google! The end is nigh, the end is nigh! Prepare to meet thy Maker. Can I get an Amen, [Big] Brother?
Sat 31 Jan 10:25 via web

Hey, y’all. Do you get this when you run a Google search: “This site may harm your computer?” Or am I doomed…
Sat 31 Jan 10:28 via web

I can Google! I can Google! Yes, People, there is a God! Can I get another ‘Amen’ Brother? Halla-freakin’-lujah!
Sat 31 Jan 10:42 via web

Sorry, God. I couldn’t resist.

Speaking in Tongues

Some time ago my wife was suffering from a persistent abdominal pain.  A kind neighbor who learned that medical science had failed us for years came over to lay hands on my missus and pray with the family.

Our apostolic neighbor got to work and in no time was possessed. She began uttering some unknown prayer that was only coherent to God and herself.

While it seemed quite possible that everyone else in the room was being transported to a higher place, I found myself being teleported to the Appalachian foothills where one imagines spirits of a different sort give voice to an equally unintelligible, if not distilled, form of incantation.

Somehow, in my befuddled Hebraic interpretation of what was going on I confused the “charismatic church” with the “charismatic me” and foolishly decided to apply the lessons of the day to some healing of my own.

Without going in to the pathetic details of my amorous overtures — or my completely missing the point with the snake metaphor — suffice it to say, getting lickered up, and my own very clumsy “laying on of hands,” resulted in my waking up the next day with a thick head and a lip to match. Go figure.

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The Voyeur

Well, well, well. What do we have here? Recruiting.com 2.0, eh?

Having a strong sense that recruiting bloggers are unwittingly making Jason Goldberg and Jason Davis fabulously rich simply by thinking about their blogs, I shall start to suppress conscious thought and coherent writing on mine. I have no problem with Jasons Goldberg and Davis becoming fat-wallet media tycoons – I aspire to being one myself – but, if I am going to work hard to create original content, they are going to have to work just as hard to understand it, capitalize on it. Oh, I know, the favors of communal love are reciprocated if I want to attract more readers and/or monetize my driveling blog. But I don’t. It seems the more I want the privacy of my very own weblog the more people want to see what I’m up to. I think it must be the Recruitomatic-Lavatory- Webcam syndrome. For some reason there are people – but not you of course – who want to observe me struggle with a thing, like making sense of what this new-fangled Recruiting.com is really all about. How odd.

The unfortunate part of this struggling with issues – words as art not currency; content for reading and analysis not syndication, incorporation, blending and bludgeoning to death; struggling with correspondents parroting each other instead of posting original work, fact blurred with fiction; individual voices versus corporate mash-up; the issue here – is that you, my reader, will no longer be able to make any sense of what I’m writing. I’m terribly sorry. Really, I am.

But, I see it now: as part of my survival strategy for autonomous thought, my writing will change into a random cut-up, a montage of repurposed content, rehashed thinking, rumination of original rubbish. Meaningless words will take on momentary meaning –“diggolicious,” “jasonotize,” “contentragious,” “popsidasical,” “blogrollable,” “ballotable” – and yet, the words will mean nothing in reality. My posts will celebrate nihilistic gobbledygook, Dada-blah-blah. So, there you have it. You might as well switch off now. Gorge on the live feeds, nothing here but a snake charming sideshow. Oh, dear. What’s happening? Has it started already? Bloated with tautological pleonasms and constipated with word-play, squeezing out another contentragious post for my buddies Mssrs. Goldberg, Davis, Reed and Elsevier, and you – my victimized reader! Going, going, going…

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The Naked Blogger

In my research for this post I came across this from Steven Dutch who teaches Natural and Applied Sciences at the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay:

A Note to Visitors

I will respond to questions and comments as time permits, but if you want to take issue with any position expressed here, you first have to answer this question:

What evidence would it take to prove your beliefs wrong?

I simply will not reply to challenges that do not address this question. Refutability is one of the classic determinants of whether a theory can be called scientific. Moreover, I have found it to be a great general-purpose cut-through-the-crap question to determine whether somebody is interested in serious intellectual inquiry or just playing mind games. Note, by the way, that I am assuming the burden of proof here – all you have to do is commit to a criterion for testing. It’s easy to criticize science for being “closed-minded”. Are you open-minded enough to consider whether your ideas might be wrong?

I do like that, it’s good isn’t it?

This is a rather long post. I don’t care. If you decide to read it, I have tried to make it entertaining enough to keep you engaged although my purpose – as always – is quite serious. I shall attempt to reconcile what has been described as my clumsy blogging with my personal view that your reading of this blogger is, perversely, none of my business. I am not a reporter. I am not a thought leader. I am not an expert with five ways to do this and ten ways to do that. I am not a vendor selling things. I am an individual who happens to be intrigued by the recruiting bubble and blogging and other things. From this post forward, I shall start referring to myself as “The Naked Blogger” in deference to another “inadequately informed amateur” who so influenced me as a childish boy: Dr. Desmond Morris.

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Sperm

Coming to terms with my place in the blogosphere and the sorry realization that my esoteric writing cannot compete for readers in the bubble of recruitment blogging, I have decided to revert to a more traditional use for my weblog.

I shall write as if my posts were entries to a personal diary. The advantage of this is that I can now say what I like without having to pander to the sensibilities of those I once sought out for approval or acceptance. And no more replies to fallacious arguments, I’m done. I have ripped out the ability to count page views and the number of feeds from my WordPress dashboard. I will not be monetizing my site. Metrics? Phooey.

From now on I shall try to work out the details of a thing through the creative process of blogging, “musing” in blog-speak and posting a la Recruitomatique

Realizing there may be one or two who might want to read my entries – to fill their own void or loneliness perhaps – I will keep my sentences short. Uncomplicated. Not too intense. I will lighten up. Let the real me shine through.

If you are a recruitment blogger, one of the self-absorbed or self-serving or self-important – take your pick – or just a gentle reader, before you abandon me, disgusted that there is nothing of value here, a thought or two so that our brief time together may not be entirely wasted…

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Tongue-tied

This week marks a milestone in my short blog-posting career. In the time that it has taken Lou Adler to post his eight-part omnibus On Becoming a Great Recruiter I have published a good many posts and left more comments around the place than Idi Amin had bastard children. And, as I am reminded that the consumption of human flesh must be an acquired taste – the African dictator was known for eating his detractors – I am also reminded that blogging may be a modern thing but the satirical post is not. Better known for Gulliver’s Travels with its prototypical little people and yahoos, Jonathan Swift is more enduring as one who knew a thing or two about horse-shit and how pretentious polite society can be. All this raises the whole issue of my own emerging online persona. Do I want to be known as a ranting firebrand barking for my own blogebrity or a bloggy-nerd preoccupied with the conversion of manure to live feed? I know for sure, neither of those things reflects who I am or what I aspire to. This online identity thing is a tricky business, difficult to manage for sure.

For others too, managing perceptions in this bubble should not be left to chance. I maintain an independent voice because all I have to share with you here is a part of me, a part of me that may not be PC enough to be corporately sponsored or packaged for mass consumption. And yet, here we are: icons, thought leaders, luminaries, and captains of industry, subject matter experts, professional pundits, front-line practitioners and naked-bloggers all sharing the same space and competing for the same something. Surely, a formula for the occasional ruffling of feathers wouldn’t you say?

If I had a comment for every email I received in response to my post Bill Cosby & John Sumser: Icons or Has-beens? that would have been one of the most commented on posts that I have written to date. The actual number may not seem much in the overall scheme of things, but what could have come of the thread: the realization that John Sumser’s interbiznet is a national treasure, a living history of online recruiting, or having to generate all that daily content is enough to make anyone cranky, or that John Sumser is hoping one day Jason Goldberg – prolific in his own right – will acquire his online franchise too? Why would so many prefer to comment off-line and effectively stump the post? It makes no sense, or does it? You there! Can I publish your email dated July 13, can I? Pour quoi?

Why would my reply properly correcting the Canadian Headhunter on his comments to my CollegeRecruiter.com post College Career Centers: Reality Online Checks Out be censored? Was it really too controversial for Steven Rothberg to publish or just too plain-spoken for “polite” company? Certainly, reproducing the reply here would be utterly useless, out of context. And, as I read what I felt obligated to post instead, I now feel the whole post – my honest effort – was somehow slaughtered in that one email that said, “You can’t say that. It’s too personal.” Why couldn’t I say what I had to say and then Steven Rothberg could have commented too, really got the ball rolling? Of course, if you’ve ever tried posting a comment on CollegeRecruiter.com you’ll know that it is like trying to spring a chastity belt with a bobby-pin. No key, no comment. So that’s a moot-mute point too I guess. Also, why do posts appear in reverse chronological order? To ensure that nothing makes sense?

And, why would David Manaster choose a curiously contrived email rather than reply to my Schmaltz Herring post when he could have embraced the readership, refuted the post, and leveraged the opportunity and forum to his own advantage perhaps? For example, he could have left this comment:

“Amitai, thanks for pointing out that I have been too busy to post but if you spent less time worrying about what I was doing and waited patiently for my reply you would have known soon enough that my time and effort has been given over to the launching my charity ERE Foundation – philanthropy I consider to be altogether more important than your silly little blog.”

“Ere, okay, David. Sorry.”

Yes, our online personas, personal brands, the management of perceptions – even the occasional marketing spin – becomes more important the more important you are. Blogging is a complex medium and it requires more than just an occasional post. When I started this blog, I didn’t know that, but I’m learning fast. Confusion and commitment are unkind teachers.

The democratization of the web, soap-box blogging as much a part of that as wikis, digging this, tagging that and what-have-you, cannot be realized when those who exploit blogging – legitimately I would add – for their own publishing gigs and empire building forget that, unlike political democracies, as leaders they are self-appointed, bought and paid for by favors and advertisers, elected to positions of “authority” by jerry-rigging the “election” process. They cleverly manipulate their “popularity” by building “credibility” by incredible means – search engine optimization and blog swapping and blending repurposed content, modern-day princes. And that’s okay, reality is what it is. But even in the virtual world we need a reality check from time to time. I say, the process of disenfranchising the dissenting voices – cutting us off at the comment – will not work. We’ll just blog and take another path of least resistance. We cannot be silenced unless we are scared into submission by the thought of being served up on some dictator’s dinner table. What bile!

Jonathan Swift was a brilliant satirist. At least I think so. I can only speculate how his “corrective purpose” would have taken shape if he had the benefit of real-time comments to reframe arguments and advance a meaningful social intercourse. When one chooses off-comment email to respond to a post, its potential is thwarted, the possibility of truth denied. If the suppression of discourse is not deliberate, the undertaker cares not. The post is dead. The stink is stunk. When comments are suppressed or avoided the cry for discourse becomes the shrill rant that blogging can so easily become. And when one’s emerging online persona appears to be mutating into something that does not reflect the real you, you are bound to try and fix it, no? I define who I am – not you. I don’t define who you are – you do. The sad part is we will continue to blog regardless of whether we should have started or not adding with varying degrees of regularity to the mind numbing cacophony of online drivel that on the one hand affirms our existence and on the other, simply negates it.

Here we are – a milestone in my short blog-posting career. The posts that I hoped would define me in this space – Hyperinflation, Possibility Recruiting, The Double Agent, India Stealing Jobs?, Your HR Guy Faces Off for example – eclipsed somewhat and temporarily by my own struggle to assert that I too have a voice. I will be heard. What resonates within me cannot be silenced until such time as I choose to return to a more sedate form of blogging: reading the feeds and being fed.

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