Primary Colors Part 6

This will be my last primary colors post for 2008 as tonight, officially my role as state delegate for Barack Obama ends. At Large national delegates will be chosen tomorrow however I will be unlikely to be elected to that position as there are more than 500 candidates and 11 openings and I plan to enjoy a nice drive back tomorrow.

But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have a incredible experience this primary season.

Mai detailz! Letz me show you dem!

I didn’t hit the hospitality suites hard at all last night but for some reason I had a hard time waking up this morning. I chalk it up to my not sleeping well in general away from home.

But like a real something or other trooper I woke up this morning bright and early, ate my wheaties and downed my coffee and was at the opening ceremonies at 9am.

Oh.

My.

*FUCKING*

God.

So I know I have already blogged about the parade but it was a surreal experience to be standing there, slightly swaying against the overall enthusiasm of the crowd combined with the overall miasma of the combined force of the surrounding hangovers, and quite another to be confronted with the sheer faux oppulance of the parade. Look!

SERIOUSLY!

Dismantle…Oppression? Isn’t that potentially oppressing oppression by sheer expression of needing to dismantle it?

Oh wait, there’s more:

OMG!

THAT’S RIGHT PEOPLE. POLAR BEAR. Now I know I’ve expressed how anti bear I am in general but to see a freakish cardboard human generated pantomine of a polar bear IN REAL LIFE really changed my mind about them in general. For now. Thankfully Rumsfeld and Cheney made appearences, in true garb, to calm the crowd and unite against a cause.

ARE YOU SEEING THIS?

It was about this point I started to seriously question what I had been putting in my coffee.

But with cries of "Yes we can!" and "Are there donuts?" we entered the hall for the running of the 2008 Washington State Democratic Convention.

Primary Colors Part 4

I’m here at the Washington State Democratic Convention located in Spokane.

The drive out to Spokane from Seattle is roughly a straight line east that takes about 4 or 5 hours depending on weather, traffic etc. I decided to road trip it mostly because it’s a beautiful drive and 90 through the cascades is one of the more excited stretches of interstate in the Eisenhower system. Tight, coiled curves with a posted speed of 60 and sometimes 70mph. Outstanding for the Benz. After that it’s mostly long stretches through the eastern Washington "desert" (it’s a dry climate for sure but its not a desert like you normally think of one) to Spokane.

Unfortunately in the middle of that drive, almost equidistant between Seattle and Spokane, in the middle of nowhere, I blew out the right rear tire. It wasn’t like a normal blowout when you know it happens either. I didn’t really hear anything but was driving along and felt an odd vibration in the wheel, and I couldn’t tell if it was just the road or me, it was so slight. I looked in my rearview to notice I was spewing run flat material to the road from my back right side and I could see smoke. So I immediately pulled over and sure enough I’d shredded the tire. According to the GPS I was 11 miles from the nearest exit with any type of services. Luckily I was only 45 miles from an exit that had a Mercedes Benz service center. So I hit the little wrench button on my dash, spoke to a rep who dispatched a service technician.

Meanwhile I stayed in the car and twittered my misfortune and called Rochto to let her know what happened and that I was ok.

I shit you not, a tumbleweed drifted by.

I sat there in air conditioned comfort watching it roll by in the wind while I listened to satellite radio, sipped bottled water and twittered on my phone. Truly we live in a marvelous time, a golden age of technology and convenience.

After a while I started to feel like a complete schmuck. I got to thinking about lamenting my misfortune when I’m fortunate enough to have the access to technology and services that meant I could goof off looking at a pretty god damned beautiful part of the country, when any other normal person would have gotten out and changed the god damned tire themselves. So I hopped out and moved my luggage from the trunk to the back seat and proceeded to get out the mini spare and equipment. I was looking for the mini-lugs the spare used when the technician arrived. He got the mini on while I cleaned out the run flat and shredded rubber from the wheel to put it in the trunk.

Once we got the mini spare on and checked the car for any other damage the dealership couriered in 2 new rears to a local tire service center at the last exit so I wouldn’t have to travel the 45 miles to the dealership on a mini spare at 50mph. (thanks to one of my followers on twitter we had already arranged for them to be ready to put the tires on when I got there) and within about 2.5 hours of the blowout I was back on the road. It’s weird to think, but I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, and thanks to having a GPS, Smartphone, and locater service built into the car the overall inconvenience to me was pretty minimal. It was cool getting to use all those services that I take for granted, but the underlying feeling of kind of being way too privileged stuck with me. Just a few years ago I would have been making that 11 mile trek in 90 degree heat to get help if I had not have had a spare, etc. I started to feel even more elitist when you

think about the China Earthquake victims or the poor people in the Midwest being killed by tornados or flooding.

So I rolled into Spokane about three hours later than I intended, which meant I missed out on the treat I was most looking forward to upon arriving, a sandwich from one of the few remaining Schlotzsky’s deli’s in the Pacific Northwest since their bankruptcy 3 or 4 years ago caused almost all of them up here to close. Ah well. Chalk that up to the awwwww poor baby column.

I checked in and headed down to Spencer’s for a beer and some goofing off online. Spokane gets a bad rap, it’s actually a nice enough place and very close to Coeur d’Alene which I think is a really incredible place to visit. The convention is held at the appropriately named "Convention Center" downtown and the next 2.5 days mostly represent meetings and workshops before I cast my delegate vote for Barack Obama and end my part in the primary process. As Internet access makes itself available to me I’ll post more pics and blog entries. But I’ll also be twittering from my phone through the time as well.

Primary Colors Part 5

A brief note first about Tim Russert’s death. He was the king of the "gotcha" interview style, and a force of nature in american politics for the past two decades. His loss is a huge one for our national discourse.

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State Convention politics is almost entirely different than the local legislative district politcs. It could be a sign of the primary fight being over and our now having a nominee, but almost every discussion I have had today has been about local state politics and congressional races rather than the larger national race versus John Mccain.

But first off a nice shot this morning of downtown Spokane and the convention center:

pretty day

It’s a beautiful location, that’s the shot out of my hotel room window at the Doubletree.

Today was mostly a series of meetings and networking events. Starting off in the morniing there were breakouts for the party platform, rules commitee, workshops on community organizing, etc. Lunch consisted of "get your own" or a luncheon to support Congressional candidate Darcy Burner before a slate of afternoon sessions.

I wandered around a bit after lunch to snap photos, here’s one I like that’s of all the booths for all the candidates for all the state party and office positions people are running for:

long line of booths

I only peripherally hit the morning sessions, but there was one session I couldnt, as they say, resist:

Count me in!

The workshop was run as an ad hoc discussion with David Goldstein of Horse’s Ass and John Wyble. As a workshop I think it left a bit to be desired, I would have preferred even a 5 slide deck for people to take away on how to create your own blog, either as a sub blog of the various places like DailyKos or the Obama site, or in more traditional places like WordPress, Blogspot, etc.

Still the talk was extremely entertaining. Unfortunately due to its loose structure (perhaps a reflection of the speaker’s opinions on blogging) more than half the content was answering questions from the audience that led to a lot of disjointed discussion. I think, again, they would have been a lot better off starting with an explanation of blogging and its reach and how to do it. One person’s question late in the presentation, "How do I access the blogosphere" (an obvious neophyte question) was responded to with the cryptic "Check out blogrolls!" Well, if it is obvious they don’t understand the concept of the fact the blogosphere is simply a collective term for blogs, it’s unlikely they will understand the term "Blogrolls".At another point David kind of railed overlong against the Seattle Times for an editorial they wrote on him. No doubt that David and John know their stuff about blogging in the new world, but not sure they were the right guys to help this crowd.

I specifically (during the opening when they asked the rather large crowd what they wanted to learn about) mentioned Twitter and microblogging opportunities to react quickly to events and got a murmer in the crowd of "What’s Twitter" and the moderator just moved on quickly.

All in all it was a good talk, but a missed opportunity. I think there is a real shot in Denver of running a "how to blog effectively" workshop that has a 101 section for newbies and a 201 section to incorporate new technologies and tools. I’ve already found out that there will be no Internet access on the convention floor in Denver, something easily remedied by the smart enterprising blogger with a wireless broadband card from a cellular carrier.

But I digress.

After the late afternoon sessions I didn’t want to let the beautiful day go by without a drive around the city. A drive that had no purpose, no mission, no direction, just a leisure tour of…oh who am I kidding.

OH HELL YEAH

Ever since the 2005 bankruptcy of Schlotzsky’s closed almost all the stores in Washington state whenever I am at a place that has one I make it a point to get a regular original with extra mustard and extra black olives. It was tasty enough to be classified as criminal.

Tomorrow is going to be a very long day as the entire day is dedicated to official convention business and the casting of our state level delegate votes for the national delegates to reflect. I will be very interested to see if Barack Obama gains any over-all votes now that Hillary is allowing her delegates (if they wish) to vote for him.

One thing I can say, in the (very few) open Hillary supporters I have come across, there has been no acrimony or incivility. All said they would support Obama. But you do get a sense that they aren’t completely happy about it.

Oh and we originally were supposed to have John Kerry deliver our keynote address. Unfortunately he must have realized where he was being sent because we got word today he had canceled. heh. Spokane isn’t bad people!

Protip: How to be an effective spokesperson

This is a post I’ve been writing for a while, and finishing up the night at the Washington State Democratic Convention on the eve of the death of someone as good a journalist as Tim Russert was, I thought I might just go ahead and post it.

So, for a long time I was the spokesperson for Microsoft during security response situations, either routine or crisis. This post isn’t really about the particulars about that. Nothing of the below really is meant to describe that time, it’s just meant to show what I learned from my own experience and watching others in similar roles in various venues both public and private.

In short, this is about how to be an effective spokesperson.

Not a good spokesperson, that requires a lot of things I would not presume to say I have or could pass on. I just mean how to effectively communicate what needs to be communicated to express transparency, as well as what needs to be fully understood that WONT be communicated so that you have the full context such that you won’t lie. Intentionally or otherwise.

First and foremost, dive into your beat reporters. Know them well. I dont mean their tone, I don’t mean what a PR agency report tells you about their tendencies. I mean know them as people. Do they have families? What’s important to them? And find this out from THEM. Talk to them, never be afraid to make the time to know them ahead, during, after the interview. I don’t mean waste their time of course, learn this over several encounters. But know it and truly internalize it. Then, be sure you share the same.

Never use that information as leverage, the point is that communications is never without human context. I think Tim Russert knew that very well, which is why anyone he ever covered today is talking about his family and his dad and his life in positive terms. The journalist is not your enemy, nor your friend. They are a human worthy of respect, and the understanding of the context they bring to the topic you are representing is crucial. Know that. Respect that. For any journalist I have spoken to officially to this day I can tell you the saliant facts about them in a positive and respectful manner. Even if I didn’t like their coverage, I can say what makes them a three dimensional person with character.

Crisis communications, in and of itself, is easy. Tell everything you know, and tell it yourself, first.

Such a simple rule. But often it becomes so caught up in "but if we did that we would get sued!" or "if we did that the terrorists would win!" or "if we did that [insert excuse]"

Regardless of the mechanics of the rule, the most important part about having a communications expert is to trust them. They have to know everything. Every decision. Every reason behind it.

I’ve been locked out, and seen others locked out, on the premise (bought into by the decision makers) that "we can’t tell the communications folks yet…they talk to the press!"

If you’re in that position as a spokesperson, immediately communicate that the person who has hired you has just expressed a "no confidence" vote in you. The worst case danger here is that the people who hired you are not interested in true PR and respect for journalists, they are interested in not being transparent (for whatever reason) and making you the mechanism for that lack of transparency. You have to point out to them that you’re the most trusted individual in the process, not the least. Otherwise, you have to eventually quit and your only recourse is a book. And then you just become a regretful whistleblower for profit.

Good communications people and spokespeople insist upon being in the room when the decisions are made that they will have to communicate. And they point out to their clients that they were hired to communicate effectively and with integrity when they might be presented with resistance.

Journalists will challenge you up to a point at the outset, but the Internet and speed of news cycles today means that you could possibly get away with a deception (intentional or not). But for only so long if the stakes are high enough, or the long tail of the topic is long enough.

Here are the warning signs to the fact you, independent of skill, cannot be an effective spokesperson: Crucial meetings on critical public topics you find out about later that didn’t involve you. Messaging you didn’t write and had no hand in creating suddenly appearing as "we need this communicated broadly ASAP", when you push back you are told "don’t worry, this is all lawyer approved, we didn’t want to involve you" or worse: "you are legally bound to say this and only this" when you were never in any discussion with a lawyer.

To be an effective spokesperson, never let anyone that you represent communications-wise cut you out. Period. There is no "letter of exoneration" where you can claim "hey they MADE me say this!" You’re either a communicator who trades on integrity to only communicate for people you trust, or you’re the sucker at the poker table, where you thought it was all fun and games until everyone else figured out you had a weak hand and some money.