Hey, I know you from Twitter.

Hi! Cool. I love Twitter. It’s my favorite bar.

This page exists because of things worth explaining. And because outside of Twitter I suck at the brevity.

Me.

My name is Havi. I’m @havi.

Pronounce that as if you were British (you are, right?) and you thought my name was Harvey. Excellent. There is an entire page about me — it’s even called that. You can skip it. I won’t mind.

How I use Twitter, if you’re wondering.

Twitter is my bar. My local. My (global) neighborhood cafe.

I’m there to hang out. To play, complain and goof off, sometimes with you.

So. Despite the fact that people persist in thinking that I’m some sort of motivational expert type person, that’s the most depressing thing in the entire world not what I’m like. And definitely not when I’m at the bar.

I don’t tell people what to do or how to be.

Nor do I say anything even slightly wise. And there will be no inspirational quotes or what @blondechicken calls being “a gushball of sweetness dipped in kittens”. I can promise that.

Sometimes I will say highly inappropriate things. Sometimes I will make terrible puns. On a good day it might be both of these at the same time.

How I interact with people.

I’ll talk to pretty much anyone.

At the same time, I don’t love to flood the stream. So if I don’t respond to something, it’s not because I’m a snob or because the thing you said wasn’t interesting. It’s just the flow of the bar at that given time. I still like you.

My non-policy about recommending stuff.

I don’t promote stuff.

If I do post a link or non-ironically recommend something, it’s because I genuinely like it.

It’s not an affiliate thing or a someone-asked-me-to thing.

Sometimes I link to posts I’ve written. I don’t use Twitter to promote my products or services. That’s because it’s my local pub and I go there to hang out.

This always makes me think of Olympia Dukakis in Moonstruck saying “don’t shit where you eat.” That’s decent advice in most cases.

My thing. And what I blog about.

Destuckification: working through the stucknesses that get in the way of doing what you want to do.

Mindful biggification: the art and science of getting your thing into the hands of your people without feeling icky or weird. With fairy dust.

I also write about my conversations with walls and monsters, and what it’s like to work on a pirate ship. Good times.

Huh? What does that mean?

The Twitter version of what I do would be something like this:

Currently at the intersection of non-cheesy personal development + non-sleazy business marketing. Except I despise personal development and business marketing.

Other stuff?

• My duck’s name is Selma.
• I think kazoos are the best.
• I’ve written a series called Blogging therapy.
• My duck and I sponsor a local roller derby team. We do a lot of shouting at bouts.
• I do not speak Portuguese, even though people think I do because a bunch of stuff I’ve written has been translated into Portuguese. Oh lovely people who write to me in Portuguese: I honestly have no idea what you just said. But hi!
• However, I am fluent in both German and Hebrew, and more than happy to tweet it up with you b’ivrit / auf Deutsch
• We are mad hot Shivanauts and blog about that too.

That’s it. You can hang out on the blog if you like. I post five or six times a week. There are chickens every Friday. There’s also a glossary if you have no idea what I’m talking about, which happens kind of a lot.

*blows kiss*
@havi (and Selma too, of course)