December 27, 2005

Lisa Stone on Mommyblogging

Lisa points to a great interview she did with the mommybloggers, as well as a wonderful guest column. It's not always easy blogging-as-a-mom, but I'm sure cat owners feel the same way.

"...Mommybloggers are weaving some of the Web's best stories by and about women -- women who, let's not forget, control 80 percent of household spending. That's right, from the family car to the computer (you geeks, you) to the Legos (sigh) to the Pampers.

"Let's look at another medium as an example: Right now, the top revenue-generating news and entertainment shows on television are by moms for moms. Look at NBC's The Today Show starring Katie Couric: By a mom for moms, and the top-rated morning news show for ten straight years. How about Oprah, a daily conversation by the-mother-of-us-all for moms. There's ABC's The View, which is a coffee klatch of moms, mugs included. Don't forget ABC's Desperate Housewives, the made-up moms (take that any way you like). Hell, ABC's World News Tonight just put an anchormom, Elizabeth Vargas, in Peter Jennings' old chair, for heaven's sake!

"This is great news for mommybloggers because all these famous shows are in a money-making medium (television) where the numbers are dropping. Their problem is that us viewers now use the Internet more than we watch TV or read magazines. Instead of watching other people talk, we're getting our own word out. That used to mean message boards, the best place to hold online conversations. But now that we have our own personal printing presses -- blogs! -- better watch out. And the world is watching. This is why I've often thought that Dooce is more than a brilliant blogger. She's a metaphor for what's happening to the media and the value of what mommybloggers are writing--to advertisers as well as to readers. She's the
Saturday keynote speaker at the SXSW conference. That says a great deal." (Read
the rest
of the interview.


Lisa is right about about the growing clout of the mommyblogger brigade. So, if mommybloggers are cool with being called mommybloggers (i would say i am one sometimes, just like I'm a PR blogger sometimes, a tech blogger sometimes, a poetry blogger sometimes, and whatever else you want to call me save late for pizza), why does it piss so many women and men off?

First, the very subject matter of children can ignite a firestorm among the bloggers--the SAHMs vs. the Working Moms vs. the Childless By Choice, vs. the Queen Mother. Everyone gets into the action and I've seen it escalate until someone takes down their blog or makes another kind of dramatic statement that says, you all suck!

That's why blogher is important, and what Lisa's doing is important. It brings these issues into a forum where people get together in the same room(s) and come to know our many dimensions, to know one another as people first with rich life experiences, including motherhood.

In reality, most moms blogging blog about more than being a mom; but their perspective -- where they blog FROM -- is the heart of a mom.

Plus we almost always have extra Kleenex with us, so we're handy to have around.

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No, I Invented Podcasting

Gary Turner's relating early podcasting underground activites, but in his reminiscing, he forgot that he really was one of the first podcasters. Gary, remember in 2002 when we bloggers would call into your work voicemail and you'd broadcast us back on your blog? Helloooo. Sans enclosure tags, but so? This was before Blogger's Audblog too.

And the wayback machine gives us your compilation page from late 2002/early o3 with messages from the following

Jeneane Sessum
Kalilily
Marek J
Marti Roell
Sharo O'Neill
Shelley (Burningbird) Powers
RageBoy
Frank Paynter
Halley
AMKA
Ryan Irelan
Anita Bora - Poor quality
Chris Locke - Losing it
Michael O'Connor Clarke

And since I was the first to leave you a blog message, that means "I invented podcasting."

Yah, we were casting alright.

Wikipedia That.

;-)

And a little something because Doc is usually right. Okay always.

Doc encouraged me to get my "To Blog or Not To Blog" white paper out of PDF and into HTML - well, so, i sort of blogged it here.

Now, what should I do with the rest of the site?

Hmmm, have some ideas for adding stuff. You?

Qumana's Sweet Design

Posting this from Qumana, a nicely designed blog writing tool that lets you write in one place and publish to the plethora of blogging tools. One great new-to-me feature is the Tag field under Title and Categories that REMINDS you, and makes it easy, to put your tags in--something I have been forgetting to do as long as David Weinberger's been tagging. Cool!

Am I supposed to put a comma between tagged terms/words? I never know.

Plethora? Qumana? Blogging? Tagging? Yes, golly, it is web 2.0!

Now, when's the "Export From Blog" widget coming? ;-)

Okay, pushing Post Blog now...

Oh, just noticed, they have a blog too.

Powered By Qumana

December 26, 2005

Free Me from the Desktop Too.

Thanks to Om Malik for giving us a stocking full of goodies tonight, including a link to Zoho Writer, YUMMY! I've used Writely, and I have to say, web-based word processors (antiquated term but smart positioning against MS from Zoho) are more in line with what I was asking for in my plea to be free from menus. Free me from menus, free me from the desktop. These fastcos will get to dynamic language-based features before MicroSoft will. It's a given.

With Zoho Writer joining Writely, easily accessible through Firefox, MicroSoft is losing another important foothold on the desktop--especially considering MS Word hasn't done anything new of note in--oh, a couple of years now?

As a writer, I'm like a kid on summer vacation using these tools with my colleagues on the outside. Inside the enterpise, barriers to change are always higher. For how long though?

Don't miss Om's "Best of GigaOm" [PDF], a free e-book (awesome design) of the most widely read, most commented 0n posts of GigaOm. Read the whole entry and hit the Donation button.

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And I can use every minute of it.

Thanks Doc for telling us about the extra second we get this year!

ROI Beauty



thx for the pointer, bro.

Web 2.0 Roundabout

Dion Hinchcliffe has a pretty thorough wrapup of who's saying what about Web 2.0 - and lookie me among the boyz, in good company with Marc and Stowe:
If you take the temperature of the status quo, the inestimable Dave Winer currently has the mike with his Busted, Explained article, but numerous others have chimed in recently including quite famously Richard MacManus, who was then called out by Mike Arrington of TechCrunch, then Joshua Porter went on to explained why he still uses the term, ad infinitum. It was Russell Shaw however that was the one who really stirred the pot to considerable effect, but even he was then answered in kind by his very own Joe McKendrick. Folks like Stowe Boyd have come out about this latest Web 2.0 brouhaha very level headed, as have a number of others who seem to have some perspective including Marc Cantor, Jeneane Sessum, and Frederico Oliveira. Now Shaw has come back swinging and shows no sign of flagging in his attempt to assert that Web 2.0 has no clothes. An attempt almost certain to fail, I might add, though we'll probably make yet another trip around the blogosphere mulberry bush.

If Web 2.0's your bag, check out the post and related posts.

See also the 05 "Best of List" - and of course I'd add BubbleShare. ;-)

Blog Memories 2002

Remember when? We had already lived a lifetime together. Here's to many more.

December 24, 2005

Driving Mr. Daisy

Jeff Jarvis has a post crying "foul" against those "playing the race card" in the now-appended NYC Transit Strike. (Disclosure: my deck didn't come with the race card--I was obviously ripped off!)

I admire the way Jeff Jarvis can reduce hundreds of years of American history into a curt post admonishing those with the audacity to bring up issues around the role of race and class in the political wrangling during the strike. Jeff says not fair. I say dogmatism is so much easier. Santa: In my stocking, please?

Jarvis writes:
Now I almost understand, or at least not be surprised at, Sharpton and Roger Toussaint grasping at cheap shots try to spin this illegal strike, this act of unlawful thuggery against the people of New York. Toussaint is also playing the race card as he tries to summon the ghost of Rosa Parks onto MTA buses.

Well that's all wrapped up in a neat little journaljistic package, isn't it? It's that simple. Not fair for for Sharpton or Toussaint to raise the issue. They should put their cards back in those decks from whence they came and instead oogle the talking heads I have the misfortune to be watching just now on Fox News, chuckling their obnoxious mouths off over the imminent death of unions because of this latest NYC distraction from America as usual.

But here's the thing about Internet Journaljism: There's always someone who says it better and smarter than you. Take Tom Matrullo, in his post, Mass Transit Looses Its Johnson, referring to this fella. Read Tom's entire post.

Rather than reducing the matter, Tom does what he usually does: leaves us to continue the story within ourselves, our contexts, to make meaning.

This is the difference between the journaljist, whose intent is to report stories tied up with neat Christmas bows for you to pack away with the ornaments and remember who sent them, and the journalist who is masterful at inspiring further thought.

It is the difference between talk radio and Coltrane.

That Johnson, a highly regarded writer about things current and intelligent (like the brain), could offer such a reductive view of the reality of New York labor is instructive. (In an earlier post he complains that there's no easy way to click on the web and find all the traffic cams along a certain route. The realm of slovenly atoms clearly has failed to live up to certain suddenly normalized expectations of ease aroused by our instaworld of clicks and codes.)

It's probably not by accident that Brooklyn is the first place the aliens erupt in Spielberg's War of the Worlds. When one thinks of transit workers in New York, one thinks of people of "other" ethnic persuasions working underground. As far as anyone knows, they live there, breed there, die there. Except when they're on strike.


I wondered if Tom or Jeff had run into this article in Mass Transit News by Sara Kugler, which seems to play, uh, the reverse race card, with trademarked Fox News terms like Looting(TM), Rioting(TM), Fire(TM) - as in setting stuff on - and Bloomberg's newest: Thugish(TM).

If anyone came out looking good in New York's three-day transit strike, it was the city itself.

No one looted, rioted or set anything on fire. Transit workers who crossed picket lines before the strike ended Thursday were not attacked, although they were subjected to scorn by millions of stranded commuters who normally rely on the buses and subways of nation's largest public transportation system.


None of the workers or union members "looted," "rioted," "attacked," or "set anything on fire." But commuters "scorned."

Yes, Jeff. It's all that simple.

gonna let it go unless you have a good idea...

My "journaljism.com" domain expires in February.

There's potential.

Discuss amongst yourselves.

December 23, 2005

Well, well, well....

Just when you thought it was safe to turn grandma loose on the Internet...







He's Baaaaaaack!!!

oh boy and how.

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half-n-half

I was thinking today that I've spent half of my 20 years in the workplace within traditional companies, and half with startups.

I've spent 6 living the agency life, 12 on the corporate side, and 2 solo.

The truth is, I don't know any agency types who have never worked on the corporate side. That's a good thing. I'm not sure you can operate within a professional services environment without having fought the good fight on the corporate side. Hint: If you're working with a PR firm, make sure the people on your team have walked in your shoes, at least for a little while.

I also had a one-year partnership (I put that in with the 6 agency years above) and startup adventure last year, which is a long story, and one I prefer to tell over drinks and not in the Blogger window. Some things are like that.

During my years on the corporate side at Kodak and then Systems Techniques (bought on up the food chain all the way to IBM), I was always frustrated that things weren't moving fast enough, that not enough people were putting in 100 percent, that deadlines were far too long, and in fact, I'm sort of ashamed to admit, I used to say: "We could finish ANY project in one day if we just stayed here overnight and did it."

Yes, I expected the people in my group to stay over. I was there too, but still. Was that really me? Did I really live that life? That was all before the Internet became my workplace. It seems like it could have been 30 years ago.

How many overnights have I spent at the office in my jobs at Kodak, at STI, at Ketchum. I had a blanket and bedroom slippers under my desk for six months once. And I used them. Our developers had pillows under theirs at STI. And they used them.

That was when work was as much a family as a workplace.

It was also before I was a mom, and that's not coincidental.

I am so thankful the connections and collaboration made possible by the Internet, because that is what's allowed me to stay home with my daughter for the last 8 years, to be a mom who doesn't have to sleep over at the office or take weeks-long business trips. I still pull an all nighter at least once a week, but I'm here to make breakfast when it's done, to put half-and-half in my coffee and to take her to school when she gets up, and I'm here when the bus comes home.

I am blessed to be living in this time. Call it Web 1.0, call it Web 2.oh!, call it whatever. My life would look so different without the net that I'm not sure I'd recognize myself. The last 8 years would have been impossible. My kid's life, already, even at 8, would have been completely different if I couldn't do what I do here.

And when you stop and think about that fact being replicated across mom after mom after mom after mom, it's a pretty amazing thing. Maybe even worthy of a ".0"

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Shhhh don't tell anyone... OKAY TELL EVERYONE

Chris just unzipped his lip about .zip files and BubbleShare .

Officially this feature doesn’t exist and the secret loophole may close at some point soon! So shhhh…don’t tell anyone.
You can always count on me to keep my mouth shut. ;-)

In other news, good news about carrying over comments too:
If you upload photos that have comments embedded within them (ie. using Picasa or Photoshop) then the description tag will become your caption.
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I MADE SHELLEY SAY A FOUR-LETTER WORD!

HA! I got her to say it! I got her to say that nasty slangy word she hates: "BLOG."

That's going into my bio in a long list of Web 2.OH! accomplishments.

OH! YES!

Okay, but HOW do you tag?

I have to start tagging. Technorati tags at a minimum. So, do other blogging tools make it easier to tag, or do you have to copy and paste and size your tags into every post? Does Blogger not make tagging simple because Google stands to lose through tagging? If everyone tags, what does that do to traditional web search? Does it go back to being a world-static-web instead of world-live-web thang?

These are questions.

The only thing I understand for sure is that I have to start tagging, because when other people are tagging you, you should probably be tagging yourself.

Kind of like editing your own Wikipedia bios--OH WAIT. That's a no-no!

;-)

Gum Gum Gimme Some

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AND INFIGHTING ABOUT WEB 2.Oh.*****

Building Bridges

One thing about Web 1.0: I didn't mind that my personal stash of content -- data, images, video, sounds, writing, what have you -- was spread all about the net. You know me: The poster child for early adoption. When Flickr was a random experience of chat+images on steroids, I was in love. Orkut? there. Linked in? there. Friendster? there. Blogger? there. Wordpress? there.

In essence, I'm a little bit everywhere, and a lot some places.

As a result, whether we call this Web 2.0 or not, pieces of me, of things I've previously created, are scattered in places I can't even remember. In some places, like on blogspot, I have what Doc calls a legacy. Similar to Doc's 5,300 photos on Flickr (Doc, we're all coming swimming this summer), I have 3,000 posts on blogspot. I've wanted an easy way to get them out and turn them into other things since 2002.

In the words of the illustrious RageBoy: Been There; Still There.

That's the thing about being able to get out what you put in.

And in land of 'vice-versa,' Doc has a great idea for a universal uploader that would make it easy to upload batch content -- in this case photos -- to wherever and whatever service you want.

So then, it's the issue of portability, my desire to take my little suitcase (okay big one) full of content -- and if you hate that word, you're not the only one, so we can call it stuff if you like -- and unpack it in various spots online.

Maybe we stay for a while and leave. Maybe we build a legacy there. Whether to build a home for us, or a vacation spot, or an flea-bitten hotel--that's up to those who develop the software, services and platforms we come to love, or come to leave -- or come to and go from as we please.

And what about building bridges between these places? Like Doc's universal uploader -- we need content movers, like those airport people movers, the ones that carry your load without you having to drag it along a step at a time.

The longer we're here, the larger our legacies. It would be nice to be able to shuffle them around while we're still around to shuffle.

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December 22, 2005

T-Mini

The technorati-mini is kewl.

Web 2.0-athon

Stowe Boyd is conducting a poll on his blog that asks readers whether or not we should drop the term Web 2.0 from our conversational lexicon. Stowe used Quimble to create and share the poll -- that's fodder for another post entirely.

It's Thursday at 9:27 a.m., and the nos are leading the yeses 26 to 17.

We live exciting lives in these days of Web 2.0.

But you already know that. What I think I know is that there are several reasons why the Nos are ahead on Stowe's poll, not the least of which is that his readers are Web 2.0-friendly--maybe passionate is a better word. Another likely reason: Anyone doing anything on the net right now for profit does benefit (in the short-term at least) from the Web 2.0 moniker. It is a category to position brands around; it is a hook for competitive differentiation; it is an entire industry to invest in, and best of all it ushers in an entire new opportunity for cool schwag .

This is a new thing, this naming of an era as we rush headlong into it. "Dot-com" picked up its moniker somewhere in the middle of its lifecycle, when we used it to distinguish young quirky startups with company names that were URLs first, often beginning with "e," blessed by venture capitalists or at least angel investors, from the rest of us.

Do you remember the first meeting you were in when the youngest kid in the room said, "Everyone's dropping the 'e' now. We don't need the 'e' anymore."

I do.

Next, we broke the term down further, using "dot-com" to distinguish between businesses with no realworld infrastructures and those with physical infrastructures and real-world trappings (bricks and mortar), like HR departments. Soon after, HR became the most stressful job in the company, which fed the staffing industry boom as these new dot-commodities gave away new cars to get talented techies onboard. And soon after that, bricks-and-mortar companies began to differentiate themselves from one another by adding ecommerce capabilities (or at least building good websites) and doting over customers. They became "bricks-n-clicks."

My point is that every step of the way along that yellow brick road, we met -- as Dave Winer says -- carpetbagger marketing types looking to make money. Hell, most of us WERE them.

At the same time, the road was there and it was yellow. Which means it's not an either/or, black-or-white thing. You can drop the name, or we can watch it evolve as smart marketeers find points of differentiation within and outside of the Web 2.0 category to position and grow brands around and woo investment in.

It's a scenario replicating itself in thousands of different spaces at once - as with Blogging now, where Blogs as communication tool are being incorporated into social software solutions, along with other new media phenoms, like podcasting, videocasting, WIKIs, and so on.

Remember the debates about what blogging was or wasn't? Should we call it blogging or is it simply publishing? Is it the medium or is it the message? Is it journal or is it journalism?

To this day you won't see Shelley using the word "blog." It's "weblog." She took a semantic stand, God bless her.

Sooner, not later, though, individuals and businesses (which are becoming increasingly the same thing -- another characteristic of whatever we call this time period) will begin positioning and differentiating around Web 2.0 and its sub-categories, and what are little tiny insignificant spaces today will burgeon into billion-dollar industries. Forget sooner or later. Look at recent history. Look at photo sharing and Flickr. Flickr was an application that did all kinds of weird things growing out of the MMPOG space, then it became a service, then it became a category (photo sharing), and when you combine it with all of the pieces that go along with digital photography, badaboom you have an industry.

The interesting thing to veteran marketing folk is that it used to take hundreds of thousands, often millions, of marketing dollars and a year of work to create a category within an existing industry and position a given company as a leader, preferably 'the' leader. We advised clients against the approach. In fact, it was more cost-effective and and faster to pick an existing category and differentiate against either a week competitor, or a competitive weakness in the category leader.

Now entire industries take shape seemingly overnight.

It is, in a word, incredible.

What's more incredible is that the meeting I sat in with the first kid who said, "we can drop the 'e' now," was only six years ago.

All of this is a long way of saying Web 2.0 will take care of itself. There is no 'grand meeting' of minds or strategies on the net where we gather around a conference table and agree on messaging and positioning, on dropping the 'e' or not.

Leave it be. Position within it, or position outside of it (this is what Dave is doing). And either way, you might be right in the end.

There is no consensus, because you can't have the net and consensus.

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The 12 Days of Blogmas--Err... Christmas

On the first day of christmas
my true love gave to me
a new tag on technorati

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Three google ads,
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Seven passwords passing,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Eight pods-a-casting
Seven passwords passing,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Nine feeds-a-feeding,
Eight pods-a-casting
Seven passwords passing,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Ten Lockes-a-leaping,
Nine feeds-a-feeding,
Eight pods-a-casting
Seven passwords passing,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Eleven Winers wining,
Ten Lockes-a-leaping,
Nine feeds-a-feeding,
Eight pods-a-casting
Seven passwords passing,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

On the twelvth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Twelve Sifrys sifting,
Eleven Winers wining,
Ten Lockes-a-leaping,
Nine feeds-a-feeding,
Eight pods-a-casting
Seven passwords passing,
Six bloggers blogging,
Five Scoble Links!
Four photo uploads
Three google ads
Two saugeen strippers
And a new tag on technorati

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December 21, 2005

If you haven't seen Shelley's Year in Pictures...

Then you really haven't seen anything yet.

Shelley on Sock Puppets and Wikipedia

in a wikipedia deletion debate cum how-it-all-works or w-t-f article that should not be missed.
It is intent to deceive or to dabble in malicious mischief that sets a sock puppeteer apart from a legitimate user with multiple accounts. Sockpuppet accounts are either created deliberately in order to vote multiple times, or to setup “straw man sock puppets” in order to provide weak counter-arguments.

Wait til you get to the meatpuppets!

I'm off to the attic to get my pet.com sock puppet and play along.

My New Years' Resolution to Become an Open Soar

I'm going to start a practitioner blog, practition seven days a week, go to the proctologist once a month, and practice what I preach thrice daily, so I can make the list next year as a practitioner.

Was glad to see the Cluetrain guys getting the nod or lifetime achievement award or whatever appropriate golden trophy they deserve. How about a virtual mount rushmore? mount cluetrain?

Today I'd also like to announce the Jeneane Sessum Top 3 Open Media Relations Client List:

At ElimiTaste Gum, Matt Willer has a new blog up, aptly named mygumjob.com (yah, think about that name). Please welcome Matt to the blogosphere and add him to your blogrolls, unless you are of a web 2.0-ey mind that blogrolls are web 1.0, which they aren't.

But I digress. Matt's the CEO of a GREAT company that makes a sinus-clearing gum called Zapp (buy it online!) and a smokers-breath soution (ask RB) called SmokeScreen. I've labeled their category Indie Gum because they are to the BigGum industry what independent artists are to the Musick industry.

In 06 we will embark on a campaign in which we call ElimiTaste the Open Gum pioneer so they can make a top-x list and as a bonus hit the radar of any online dentist who might recommend the sugar-free gum to their patients who chew gum for healthy gums.

Of course, the FINE FINE folks at BubbleShare have been blogging for a while now on the BS site, and their CEO, brainiac Albert Lai is blogging over at Simply Albert. Let's give Albert a round of applause and another bio protein bar!

Doc gave BS a try today, but I have an email into him explaining that BS does not require Flash 8 except for batch uploading -- mostly BS relies on Ajax, including the cool new zoom slider. I guess I'd also add that I work with BubbleShare as a consultant. Slim difference, but not so slim for my other clients...

...One of whom is an older-school industry giant who's out there blogging, slowly, but we're not quite ready to talk about that yet...

So I've been busy around here too, with lists of my own as you can see.

And now, for a spur of the moment poem...

seven at seventeen
wonder when they'll come
the one who touches me
there
and there,
and the one
whose touch died
when butterfly wings were still magic,
the crunch of sneaker soles on straw
and sweet scent of manure
escaping time
raced ahead of me
greets me now
at 43 on the road
resting an elbow on the driver-side door
speedometer reads 73
the highway open,
near any farm
any pasture
and any warm wind.

There is no other me.

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BubbleShare - "Best Photo Sharing Service Yet?" Yep.

Michael Arrington calls BubbleShare "rediculously easy to use."
Things are album based. The free service allows users to create albums of up to 100 photos each, with a permanent URL for sharing. Photos can be dragged and dropped to change the order, resized and a voice comment can be added. Comments are available for visitors as well as an RSS feed.

AND try BS's newest feature, an industry-first Ajax-based slider that lets you dynamically zoom and reorganize photos on the fly. Weee!

The first blogger who posts a bubbleshare album on their blog and leaves me a comment here gets a $10 amazon gift certificate from me. (just because I want to see who's been naughty and who's been nice.)

And I mean it.

ho ho ho...

December 20, 2005

The one thing about Kodak is...

...that the culture there is so prehistoric that this tradeshow gimmick would seem like a really "hip," "risky-cool," "grassroots," "guerilla" approach to them. For all the wrong reasons. The other thing about Kodak is that it is still so big and clumsy that often the left hand doesn't know when the right foot is stepping in doo doo.

It's nothing new, as shocking as it may seem that such an old, conservative brand decided to go all sexy sexy. Or sexist. Trade shows are ripe with women-on-display, to smile and bend and bring in the booth traffic. That's the name of the game. Kodak's never been an exception there.

Now, ladies, here's a tip for you--assuming they let you keep the underwear: go home and put it on ebay as an advertising collectible. Give me the link and I'll pimp it for you. Consider it extra compensation for those heels they made you wear!

no one knows how to mock themselves the way ad agencies do...

GREAT holiday video, or lack thereof, but more, behind the scenes even, from Closerlook.

"It's brainstorming! Come on, work with me people!"

A+.

Don't miss the song at the end. It's downloadable here -- you don't often hear holiday songs with "optimize your ROI" in them. ;-)

How I Use The Net Part 1 - sometimes i get stuck on a little thing...

and i have way too much fun with it. All by myself.

oh and tender crisp bacon chedar ranch.

oh and Tom Kills Oprah is good.

web 2.0, no

the best post on the web 2.0 'is it or isn't it' topic i saw lately, which I can't find, says: This isn't Web 2.o, it's Cluetrain 1999.

Amen.

December 19, 2005

On the other hand...

These guys are growing on me.

I am so glad the Men are taking care of the innovating...


Ladies and Gentlemen: Here are the faces of the Business Week World Innovation Forum.

Nothing personal, Tom, Clayton, Seth, Tom, Neil, Bran, and Robert, but do you all feel a wee bit conspicuous? Too busy innovating to notice? Heather, does anything look strange to you here? Tom! Anything bothersome about this?

No? Well, you're right. And that's the point, isn't it.

bored housewife

i know. i know.
I have a confession to make.
The reason I haven't scrambled to post a picture is this:
it didn't turn out quite how I had hoped.
The guy did a great job, it's just that I have difficult hair.
And I'm talking difficult like the LSAT, or GREs.
Difficult like Med school.
Difficult like a 2 year old, without a nap, on an empty stomach, in a candy/toy store.

I woke up and hated the net.

NOW I LOVE THE NET.

My humps my humps my humps, my lovely lady lumps.

How did i miss this?

More morning fun than you need --> HERE.

I'd pay them if i could.

drive by?

they ain't right.

an exercise infomercial?

he has a future.

"My Humps"

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these icies.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

COMMENTS GODDAMYA!

i posted all weekend for you. you know what to do.

In Praise of Blogspot

From C-Lo's interview with Frank about blogging:
The second thing Part the Second is that I'm very proud to be blogging on Blogspot. That would be Mystic Bourgeoisie, of course. Some folks seem to have nothing but disdain for Blogspot, but here's why they're fucked, if I may say so. They're fucked because Blogspot is free, just as Blogger was free in the Olden Times (or just about; we had to help out Ev if we could, so we ante'd the 25). And that means more people can blog. Lowers the barriers to entry is how we business types would put it. I'm reminded here of how I once wrote: "People often stop me on the street and say, 'Chris, you're a successful business-type person. Tell me, how do you...'" But I better not go any further down that road if I expect anyone to ever read this. However, if they don't like it, well fuck em. That's what I say. I suppose I should interject here that one thing I do in my blogging -- though I don't know if this would count as nuts and bolts, exactly -- is swear a lot. So this is what I like to call Demonstration By Example™ -- and that little ™ sign there means I'll sue your ass if you try any copycat cussing.

The point I was trying to make... I am proud of being on Blogspot mostly because I am showing the world (that exceedingly small slice of it that actually reads my shit anymore) that it is not necessary to use one of those ready-made templates they give you. Well no, actually you do use one -- pick something dead simple -- and then you hack the crap outta that sucker. That's what I did, yes. On the aforementioned Mystic Bourgeoisie. You bet. I made it so complicated that it took me a month to figure out how to post into it. But you pick these things up. Trust me.

"Do not affect a breezy style," Strunk & White tell us. Well fuck Strunk & White, OK? They never had to blog. And if they had, they'd probably have said all the same things they said back when they wrote that fucking book, and they'd have traffic up the yin-yang. Which is precisely why I hate those sons-a bitches and spit on their graves.

Hey Frank, I should have asked, but... is it alright if I put in some of my various views?


When are these folks at Blogger/Google gonna wake up send some shirts?

Photo on Photo Action!

Here are some pics of BubbleShare on Flickr.

kind of watching a movie about a movie...

hee.

December 18, 2005

Commitment

What's rich about the net is that it's a collage of the sacred and profane, every inch of the spectrum, coexisting, intersecting, making life wonderfully mysterious and a little more confusing at the same time.

With that I wish Jordon Cooper well with whatever he does next. I enjoy the reading I do among bloggers who are also servants within their faiths--like Jordon. These people astound me with their courage, the very public walk of faith they take within a medium that exposes us and makes us vulnerable, a medium where it's more often than not "not cool" to talk about God, to call him a He, to proclaim that he exists and has always existed, to struggle with the devine as they wrestle with being human, to connect with fellow bloggers and to say: it's about love -- at least that much we can agree on.

Keep us posted, Jordon and Wendy.

Old Blue Eyes Is Back

I definitely know some mutants.

Did I completely forget to tell you...

...how much I love Lisa Stone?

A Little BS

Oooo. Albert will be so excited that I've generated some new testimonials!

--thanks for the pointer, varna, also known as Dorfus Farkle Chunks!

My My Year in Blogged Pictures - Photo Essay with Voice

Building on the theme...

Don't forget to click the little speaker icon for voice commentary. ;-)




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HOLY SHIT!

From the Holy See of Blogging comes everything you need to know about the nuts-and-bolts of how to blog, and then some.

FIND OUT:

1) Why he's proud to be on blogspot: "The point I was trying to make... I am proud of being on Blogspot mostly because I am showing the world (that exceedingly small slice of it that actually reads my shit anymore) that it is not necessary to use one of those ready-made templates they give you. Well no, actually you do use one -- pick something dead simple -- and then you hack the crap outta that sucker. That's what I did, yes. On the aforementioned Mystic Bourgeoisie. You bet. I made it so complicated that it took me a month to figure out how to post into it. But you pick these things up. Trust me."

2) Where you can find his Windows-Friendly Blog-Tool Recap at Mandarin: "One thing I should mention is that I switched to the Mac a couple years ago, I guess it was (christ, time flies, does it not?), and as a result, had to rebuild my entire blogging (a.k.a. writing) kit -- my heap big mojo-gris-gris shaman spirit bag o' software tricks, that is to say. (What do they call those damn things? And why does Stephen King have it in for adverbs? He does, if you didn't know that, particularly.) Anyway, yes, I wrote something for Meg (a.k.a. Michelle, a.k.a. Mandarin Design) about the tools I used to use when I was working on a Windows box. So if you still are, I already wrote that one -- employing far fewer digressions, I hasten to add -- and it is here."

3) More Tools (some Mac) & How To Use Them for Blogging, including Amazon, Google, BBEdit, SnapZ ProX, Transmit, and MORE...

GO READ THIS POST for an insider's gaggle of blogging tips and tools.

People should be paying the guy for this stuff as a downloadable amazon short or something, but look, see, he keeps giving and giving. Something about Karma I bet... ;-)

Wouldn't hurt to drop some change in his paypal either.

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Phil's 12 Comments & My 12 Sentences

Digital magpie Phil Ringnalda sums up the year with 12 precious comments from readers here.

He riffed off of this meme, which requests that you sum up your year in 12 cut-and-paste sentences from your posts.

And I break with the tradition of ignoring memes here:

January (chow chow chow chow chow)
-->1/8: I have such a bad sinus headache that I'm considering macing myself.

February
-->2/16: In attempting to decode the secret language of the Red-State-Right (Political Twister, anyone?) I've noticed that the died-in-the-wool redneck now uses the words "liberal" and "nigger" interchangeably--they are at opposite ends of the snuff-chewing political correctness meter.

March
-->3/8: Anil, that was a dumbass statement.

April
-->4/15: We turn data into infomercials.

May
-->5/18: We were a funny lot. Now we're just a lot.

June
-->6/18: When you Africanize anything that's what you get--swarming, crazy, dangerous killers who like to fuck with the Europeans.

July
-->7/5: As any seasoned wanabee-smoker/ex-smoker knows, you never fail to justify the potential benefits of a future puff.

August
-->8/9: If you're going to live in the south, and if you think you and your fiance might one day start a family, then do not get married August 7-14 because if you DO one day have a kid, you will learn that back-to-school eve (preceeded by back-to-school supplies rush) will coincide with your anniversary every year, which means you really can't tear yourself away from your child to have a couples' reunion on your anniversary night.

September
-->9/30: We're representin' for who can and who can't send, and we want you to know that we think you are pretty cool and your mom is pretty neat and your dad is too, in fact your whole family is a lot more interesting than you'd imagine at your age--except what about those hamsters kid, you really have to keep a lid on that Coco because she's turning your mom grayer than she was with all this escaping and pooping under the Kitchen stove.

October
-->10/24: Google can wire a nation, and they can't give us new blogger templates for 300-something DAYS?

November
-->11/11: Talk to the hand--got no time to hate you.

December
-->12/6: Dear Microsoft: We could use some innovation on the destkop apps front.

We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy mofo!

Get OFF that schedule!

What's up with this taking time off, bloggers--your hours are already becoming more like corporate america's hours and less like bloggers' hours.

Yes I know this is the holiday, some linkedin folks are even trying to start a movement about somesuch baloney like doing something to your settings as not to interrupt people during their holiday family time.

Clue you in (that's my phrase of the evening) and hello, turn off the computer how about. Why are you going to go messing with your settings. Just disappear for a few days. You aren't that important. No one will be calling the FBI away from Aruba to look for you, okay? Get over yourself.

We used to could rely on bloggers to be posting their asses off over the weekend because they were finally free from their 9-9 realworld ho-hum jobs and finally on the weekend they could rip their pants off and blog free from prying eyes for 48 glorious weekend hours!

Now as more bloggers work in blogspace or get caught up in the RSS feeding schedule of those who do, it's getting to be slim pickins on the weekends, and not so great late at night either. And where are all our overseas friends--don't fall for this bankers' hours blogging bullshit that the Big Blog Men of America think they've earned.

RSS never sleeps.

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December 17, 2005

jotspot makes me happy

i like jotspot. jotspot makes me happy.

i want a $49/month account.

so i can invite everyone i know to come and make things with me.

first we start a snowball fight.

then an avalanch.

yodalaaaheeehooooo!

i don't keep track of who's saying stupid things anymore

Used to be I'd get something in my craw based on what someone else wrote and I'd jump right to my task of showing them how many 52 flavors of wrong they were.

I'm older now.

The difference is I can't remember who says what anymore.

But recently I read some big so-and-so talking about how lame Skype is because it can't scale to support the enterprise.

Well clue you in mr. i forget who you are, THAT'S THE POINT. It's all about what Doc said recently and I can't find that either, but he was talking about how consumers are mislabeled as such and what if the tools and bandwidth exist to make every consumer ALSO a producer, which is not only the promise of the Net, but the way I've been living from the same king size bed for a few years now, and suddenly we many of us are becoming -- in our uninstalled-from-corporate-enterprises mode -- as much producers as consumers in our SOHOs and THAT's where Skype matters to me, because I'm talking globally to Really Smart People for free and we've already swapped some strategies and documents and just wait for what else.

Call me sometime. We'll talk.

In the meantime, Mr. Skype Hater, whoever you were that I can't remember, you don't even get it. And I don't know what So-Big-Enterprise you're working for, but just for the record, Skype works fine in MY enterprise, as long as I turn Cops down while I'm cranking out my deliverables.

People.

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our babies their babies

Lots of folks weren't around when Gary, Michael, and Tom did a brave thing and chronicled the birth and growth of their babies on blogsprogs. It's the time of the year when the little darlings are celebrating their birthdays. I wish my blog brothers would update their shared-dad-space, maybe use a certain photo sharing service to narrate some photo essays so we can see and hear how the not-so-babyish babies have blossomed.

And a wishlist or three over there wouldn't hurt either, eh fellas? What say you guys bring that joint back to life?

In the mean time, happy birthday season Cameron, Ruairi, and Sawyer.


mini bird flew

WTF disease did I have yesterday anyway? Jenna was sick--I had to pick her up from school. Went to the doc because her throat looked like meatballs with extra sauce. Not strep. Wohoo. Got meds anyway. Came home. All's well til I get the fever starting up, so coold so coold, lay down, owe, owe, oh my body, can't move. can't ouch move oh so cold.

It lasted for four or five hours, then was gone as fast as it came? How the heck did I catch that little number? Glad it's gone. (hope it's gone.)

tweet.

Psssssst... or should I say pttttthhhht....

If you haven't used BubbleShare yet, what are you waiting for? No reg. No woopsy doopsy. Just upload, send, and blogit if you want to (and i want you to). [[Hey, check out the voice on the sample BubbleShare homepage album this week... who could that be? Is it she who lisps? Little miss lispy lisp? mith thethum? You got it.

Okay, for real? I don't lisp. At least not like I do on a headset mic. What am I doing wrong. Do I need one of those "puh" "puh" sound sheild thingys the professionals use? Or perhaps I just need to get my TEETH OUT OF THE WAY.]]

thee ya later.

December 15, 2005

Add Your Own Caption

think globally, act locally, write both.

"Authority can be an excuse for not thinking." -- Dana Blankenhorn on The Academy vs. Open Source

"There are two sides to every development story." -- Dana Blankenhorn on the new Infill Ordinance in Decatur, GA.

"Why is Microsoft wasting money copying what someone else is doing, when it could be using that money doing what no one else can?" -- Dana Blankenhorn on Corante

Me vs. Burger King - Hold the Pickles, Baby.

I heard from an old business associate today -- someone I hadn't talked to in a year or so -- who dropped me an email to say he'd found me online.

-----Original Message-----
From: My Friend Whose Email Address You Don't Need to Know
Sent: Thursday, December 15, 2005 2:37 PM
To: Jeneane Sessum
Subject: Hey there

Did you know that when you Google on Hold the Pickles, Hold the Lettuce, your name comes up first?

I feel honored to know you.

Hope you are doing well --- Rick.


These are the moments that make me proud, PROUD I SAY, to blog, to have ever blogged.

Damn.

The Net is good.

;-)

Jargonless Doc

Doc, you probably missed "C-Suite" then too. That's a more in-crowd way of saying "C-Level." Etymologically speaking, I believe C-Level predates C-Suite, but both emerged in America's large PR and marketing firms in 1999-2000 as a way to "target" those with "decision making power" within "the enterprise."

All part of the service. ;-)

December 14, 2005

The one thing I'm really not...

Over at AKMA's the discussion about authentic voice has reared it's familiar head. Yours truly is cited for her passionate-if-sometimes-careless blogging style, which I agree describes me sort of kind of, but I attempt to explain more here:

AKMA, If you weren't authentic, you wouldn't still be blogging these many years later. Authenticity can't be inferred in a moment, but over time.

Plus, I've met AKMA, and the AKMA who blogs is very much the AKMA who talks to you and loves his wife and kids and gives sermons from the alter (is that what it's called still--i don't know--it's been a while).

I had the SAME discussion by phone with David Weinberger (HI DAVID!) the summer before last, because David is also a careful writer like AKMA, and David was going through what I thought was a more-careful-than-usual period (he was attending a lot of conferences at the time when I was beating my anti-conference drum) and I wanted to push him to bristle it up some in his writing, and why wasn't he talking about how much he likes the indoors and stuff, well those weren't my exact words, but at that time, David used this very same characterization of the way I write/post/blog, and to be honest it sort of pissed me off, but not until later after I thought about it.

And it pissed me off because David was right: I blog fast, I'm spontaneous... and it felt to me like a synonym for careless but honest... And again, David didn't USE these words, they were basically my interpretation of what he meant by my spontaneous form versus his more tightly-edited form.

Is it academic writing versus poet writing?

Is it business writing versus conversational writing?

I don't think it has anything to do with authenticity. I think it has to do with style.

So I start asking myself--how am I getting this reputation of being a 'spontaneous/careless' blogger? Is this because sometimes I pop off, and sometimes I take some personal/professional risks in saying things a certain way to whoever I think should hear it? or is t because I write right here in the blogger window and I rarely have time to spellcheck or edit before I post? Because I swear? And would I care if David and AKMA both said "YES" to these questions?

Or is it the simple fact that I'm so busy doing what I do for a living that if the writing I do in my blog were to become the same level of "careful" client writing I have to do OUT THERE (to earn a living), that I WOULDN'T TAKE THE TIME TO BLOG AT ALL?

Or is it all of that. Probably. And more.

For the record, I used to believe in getting personal in this space. You haven't seen me say that in a long time. Today, I don't ADVOCATE writing personal stuff on your blog. I DO advocate going to that place of memory or pain or joy or whatever moves you (like, actually changes the expression on your real-world human face), and writing FROM that place. Not necessarily about it. Those are two different things. The distinction is important, especially as the blogworld has transformed from a community of kin to a world of strangers, some of whom will be glad to meet you, some of whom will be out to get you.

okay then.

THIS post was the edited version of the comment I left at AKMAs. That's pretty much how I work in these here blogs. Write it, publish it, fix it, publish it, write it, write it, write it, and so on. I'm basically talking to you in words. I'm not writing about stuff. At least most of the time.

Oh who the hell knows.

LOVE YA AKMA AND DAVID AND SHELLEY AND FRANK AND ALL OF THE REST OF THE ROMPER ROOM GANG!! :-)

me

Bye Gil.

Well, we said goodbye to Gil the Beta today. The family stood around the toilet--even Bando came up to the bathroom for the ceremony. The unmistakable kerplunk. Then the flush, swirl, and oooo-don't-let-him-float-back-into-the-bowl moment.

she keeps asking about the body vs the soul and where is his skin and where is the real Gil and where is Diva and where is...(insert the name of every other person/thing she knows is dead here, including Martin Luther King, Jr.)

a mother's gift isn't exactly changing the subject, but diverting the conversation toward an area of the topic that's just a bit right from where it might be headed. we learn this because our children like to talk about Very Deep Things just when they are about to go to sleep, putting mom in a precarious position--either tell a happy lie so everyone goes night-night with dreams of faries and ponies; tell the truth and expect to be up 2 more hours clearing up the aftermath; DIVERT THE CONVERSATION down a parallel path so your child doesn't know you're not talking about what they'd like to be talking about so that everyone can lose sleep.

Tonight i used the many colors of coral in the sea to steer us away from the 'where is Gil's skin and where is Diva and when are we going to bury her ashes' discussion at 10:30 p.m on a school night.

Go me.

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Halley Tribute Bubble



Be sure to click the audio!

Enjoy, Halley!

(hmmm, who's up next...) ;-)

Jenna's Dead Fish

Albert won't mind being followed by a dead beta. Much.

Last night George called me on the cell to let me know that Gil, our beloved Beta Fish, oh hell, I mean one of Jenna's live-pet menagerie, was looking pretty limp. In fact, not good at all.

Gil lives on Jenna's dresser in a divided (tank? beta triangular holder? whatever) with another beta named Speedy. Gil came first. Speedy second. Jenna has had Gil for over a year, longer than the dreaded hamsters but not as long as Bando our almost-six-year-old dog.

I don't think a year is very old in beta terms, but I don't know how old he was when we got him at the pet store, and it's actually pretty old according to The Sessum Household pet life expectancy these days, considering the dozen hamsters who were eaten by their mother, and the one really nasty hamster who, err, ran away.

Once we got into the house last night, I told Jenna we'd better go see Gil, that he wasn't doing so well--he was sick. She cried as we separated him out of the divided tank into a smaller cup so he wouldn't have to work so hard to eat, or, um, move actually, and because That Internet said to separate a sick fish from sharing water with any other fish, lest they catch the bird flu or fish flu or something.

I suggested as gently as a mother can that Gil looked pretty close to being gone and that maybe we should send him back to the ocean, down the toilet, set him free like Nemo on that current of intercoastal water fun, to which Jenna replied, "MOM, THAT WOULD NOT BE NICE--HE IS ALIVE AND YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE UP ON HIM!" After which I felt a little bit crummy, but I'm telling you the fish was pretty much dead.

Jenna talked to that sad limp fish in that little cup for a good while. She said a prayer before she fell asleep that God would take care of Gil and make him better, and then I sort of set the stage for the Good Lord by mentioning that EVEN IF Gil didn't get better, he sure had a good life on her dresser, with all the beta food he ever needed, and with all of those colorful stones, and a friend to stare at through plexigass in Speedy, and what more could a beta want.

And then she prayed, through tears, that, well, if by some chance Gil didn't make it, she might find another good pet, not to REPLACE Gil or anything (she said this), because he will always be in her heart (she said this), but to let her love another pet. To which I said, Jenna if you're talking about another dog you can forget it, but sure we can talk about another fish, and she said well that was a good thing at least until she's 9 and can get a puppy (which is something she got in her head one day no matter how many times I say where did you get that idea) and we both thanked God for all the good health in the rest of the family, except for poor Gil, amen, and she fell asleep.

She comes home in an hour and a half.

Gil's dead at the bottom of his cup.

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Albert Lai, The Man Behind (err... next to) the Bubble

The thing you've heard me talk about in terms of client work around here lately is the blog editing & strategy work I'm doing with BubbleShare. The thing you haven't heard me talk about is my 'boss' there, the man behind the bubble (or next to it as the case may be), Albert Lai. That's because Albert keeps everyone so busy with 110 ideas per hour that I don't have the time to actually tell you about him, which is why I make him blog. To find out more, check out this interview Albert did with One Degree, where Albert talks about Canada, BubbleShare, Skype, marketing, and lessons learned.

One of my favorite parts is where Ken Shafer says, "BubbleShare rocks. Really. It rocks." But that's just me. ;-)

tech tv on commandN

Just got hipped to commandN, tech tv/audio/blogging/bloggy thing from our friends Up North, whereby they give all the tech news that's fit to freeze to death talking about, this weeek with Amber Mac and Mike Lazazzera.

Thanks for the news guys, now get someplace warm. Like inside!

December 13, 2005

sanquentin



sanquentin04.JPG
Originally uploaded by dsearls.

Read The Good Doctor on Arnold and Accountability.

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And from Sir Shakespierce (I knighted him today), A Word About Kwanza...

If you have questions about your faith or your Koofi, please consult Sir Shakespierce, who again crafts a classic:
worst thing you could do to a racist is go to his church, stand next to his daughter, sing the songs better, know the word better, and exclusively talk about america as if its your home and has been for hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years longer than him.

watch him smile when you talk about africa, cuz thats where he wants you.

keep your koofi.

pass the turkey.

read the bible.

f old santa

and the kwanza

and the reign deer

and the pooh bear.

and the sleigh bells

and the dead trees.

get on your knees

thank the savior

wrap your presents

say your dumb prayers.

America looks more and more like that picture.

From Bicycle Mark's Communique:
The last phone call they make will be to rich Austrian-American who a few years ago decided he should be governor and make such decisions about whether people should live or die. Apparently he can be trusted to make the right decisions. He spent a few days reading the case, and he’s now qualified to decide if the case of a prisoner on death row was fair or not. Even though everywhere there is evidence that the cases are anything but fair and properly carried out. Case after case have appeared where lawyers and judges and trials were botched and flawed, and yet they keep killing people anyway, believing they’ve carried out justice.

Americans know that no one can read hearts, except for God and the Republican Party.

it's good writing night!

From The Known Universe:
My friend Stephen always had plenty of art supplies around his apartment, but when the doctors told him that he only had a year to live, he went all-out and stocked up in defiance. In classic Sprouse style, he didn’t simply buy a bunch of small canvasses to dabble on, but instead bought huge, six-foot-tall pre-stretched monsters. He was going to paint, and he was going to paint BIG. Sadly, he never got to finish them, and left behind a large stack of stark, white panels.

I’d been Stephen’s friend and assistant for roughly fifteen years, and was helping his family sort out his belongings after his death, when his mother offered the canvasses to me. She knew I liked to paint, and thought I might be able to put them to good use. All I had to do was get them out of the apartment, and they were mine....

Remember, you too can go to new blogs and read them. It's the strange and beautiful thing about life outside the aggregator!

unhook your aggregators...

and go looking for some fabulous new-to-you voices. Like Zulieka:
Saturday afternoons I would pretend I had a stomachache and take a book with me into the bathroom and lock the door hoping my mother would give up on making me practice another four hours. Sometimes I would lay down on the bath mat and take a nap.

I loved music naturally, but hated so much being forced to play, and the long-fingered ears of my mother reaching into me from beyond the kitchen to tell me when I was out of tune or playing too slowly--she really was stupid in so many ways, not understanding that a student plays more and more slowly as they listen more conscientiously. Non-musicians do not realize that it takes much more concentration and effort to play slowly than it does to mechanically rip through notes.

My teachers felt sorry for me. But I wish that even one of them had had the courage to tell my mother to quit pushing.

I wanted to play beautifully for myself, but I wanted to play badly for her, to disappoint her, and to make her angry. I wanted to practice for myself in freedom from her constant criticism, with her in a different country, or dead.


December 12, 2005

Hey, I resemble that market!

So they've canned Mr. Six Flags, which will ultimately peeve my kid off, along with her swim friends, who delight in dancing like the old guy for prizes and money at summer pool parties.

BUT HEY, look on the bright side, that must mean they're looking for someone or something to replace him... HMMM... something to appeal to "mothers with young children..." HMMMM...

NANNY 911 GOES TO SIX FLAGS!

It's an episode in which little billy humps a clown's leg while sweet sally mae sets the funhouse on fire, and tommy hurls a ninja star from a moving roller coaster, scarring the ferris wheel operator for life.

Following Desperate Housewives...

Film at 11.

Frank's Paynting Again!

The "How do you blog" series is getting started. Honored to be asked to say how I blog, in a few different ways...

Two non-mentions by MSM that piss me off.

The mainstream press continues to rewrite our history with two non-mentions of important contributors to big deals today.

First, Adam Curry gets Dave Winer's RSS software credit in Business Week. Now Dave and I have had our moments, hours, days, years, etc., but what kind of nutjob wouldn't give Dave the nod over Adam on the tech side of podcasting? That's just bad reporting and I'd have to think some kind of bias.

Second Blogads and Henry Copeland are omitted from the NYT article on MSNBC's big blogad buy (that thingy you see on the sidebar; thanks Henry!). It's easy to forget now that advertising on blogs is a legit advertising strategy for BigBiz, and a sweet spot for BigBloggers looking to gang up, that Henry was there when it wasn't. And he takes care of the little guys too. Don't forget that.

So rewrite your versions of these stories at home with me, kay kids?

December 11, 2005

How Does Frank Blog?

Oh wait, it's going to be all about how WE blog. Stay tuned to Frank's place for an upcoming post entitled, How Do You Blog?

I contributed, but will I make the cut? Only Frank's hairdresser knows for sure...

Meg at Mandarin brought the question to life with this cool grafik.

She also gives a hint at how I answered the question--GREAT MINDS, BABY!

Final party pictures

Well, in addition to KC & The Sunshine Band, we also saw Martha Wash, one of the weather girls, who put out the favorite hit of my college days, it's raining men. Her voice is still awesome. I wish she brought a band rather than track singing, but hey. She's Martha Wash. She's still standing. In my book she can sing however the hell she wants.

There was also a very cool but odd fashion show of very very TALL large invididuals dressed in rather odd funky fashions. I snapped some of the runway models for Frank.

There are also some of George and I as we decide which to send to SXSW for the brochure. Vote if you like. Or don't if you don't like.

Now, I need to recuperate.

More later...

The Anti-Pierce and the Shake Shake Shake Guy

Tony Pierce goes to all these sexy Buzznet parties with 20 somethings dancing on his head and stuff, and then he comes home and writes about them and puts up pictures of old girl friends or half-naked groupies. AND he is so GOOD at it.

I live vicariously through Shakespierce because I don't go to those kind of events in my old age. I'm an old married mom with an old married husband and a kid who talks too much who I love so so so so so so so. So we go to things like the annual XMAS Party and it's like we've died and gone to vegas, and for me, I get pretty excited about the baby sitter and buffet line.

Something changed between 19 and 43. I wish I could pinpoint when.

ha ha ha fricking ha.

So, when we got there, I was thinking in my glass-half-empty sort of way, KC & The Sunshine Band, great. I didn't like them the first time around. How much better have they gotten in 30 years?

But you know what? Old KC got himself some backup talent on stage, a kickass musical director from back in the day, and those folks put on a GREAT show. I mean, they worked their asses off. The horn section, rhythm section, guitarist, percussion, keys, and dancers, and KC working it as hard as he could, they all did an amazing job bringing new life to some, well, let's just say new life.

You want to see them move a little? CLICK HERE.

Of course we got to hear the hits, like shake shake shake... and get down tonight, and heck if i didn't forget KC ever did Babe (Babe, I love you sooo, I want you to know... that I'm gonna miss your love...)

ANYWAY I told George that even with my steady-eddie musical memory, some songs are stuck way way back behind my left lymph node some reason--maybe because they should say back there. Well, THAT's where Babe was. A song I forgot I knew and then instantly remembered where I'd put it.

So before you say, K-Who and the Sun-WHAT? you better lay back and appreciate determination, because KC's 55 now, and he's worked hard to rebuild what he lost and get by in this suckass business, so I'll keep Babe up in my mid-term memory for as long as I need to. For you, KC, and your sunshine band.