I made my first foray into Kickstarter tonight and I have to admit that I feel 50 feet tall after just pressing a few buttons.
This is the kind of thing which could be addictive – even more so than Kiva. Why? Well, that’s easy. I get to feel like I’m helping someone else out, but I also get something to show for it. It taps into an even greater “need to belong” which is inherent in all of us.
In this case, I’ll have a beautiful hardback book for my nearly-2-year-old nephew. Something I can read to him. Something I can imagine him holding onto until he has kids to read it to.
I’m so gangsta.