Brilliant web strategist and social media analyst Jeremiah Owyang asks in his blog today: How Do You Argue?
Oh Jeremiah, don't you know, I'm an all-or-nothing girl? Just make a box from this little triangle and you'll define my arguing tactics. Too bad my dad said I'd never be a good lawyer... I sure as hell can argue like one.
Thursday, May 22
D) All of the Above
Wednesday, May 21
The List is Less Interesting...and Less Tangible
I had a list in Fall of 2000: five goals to center myself, prepare myself for true adulthood. I set out with a backpack, tickets, maps and a deeper pocket than I'd ever had before. Four years later, I did it; all five.
Thinking back on those mammoth undertakings -- travel around the world, become a chef, run another marathon, have a child (got a two-fer there) and follow my mom into owning my own business -- and they seem infinitely easier than my new ones.
In no particular order, here is my list of five for 2008:
* Take a photography class that teaches me about my camera, not about photography.
* Run another marathon without taxing time on my family or body.
* Learn to meditate again (or at least breathe deeply without the aid of red wine).
* Find something fun to do on date nights other than eat.
* Come up with a system for never forgetting some item from the grocery store.
...ugh that reminds me, I have to go to the grocery store.
Monday, May 19
Tower Trio
Grizwald Boy: "Tower of Terror!!!!"
Thing 1: "Tower of Powerrrr!!!!"
Thing 2: "Leaning Tower of Pisa!"
Thursday, May 15
Wednesday, May 14
Tuesday, May 13
A's Fan Converts to Giants in One.Single.Bite
Today I heard a study come out on the most health code violations in America's ballparks. I waited to hear about something gross at Fenway. Nasty servings at Sheah. Nope. No fucking way.
I found myself turning in my green A's cap for, well, something a little less green. Today's study showed that A's McAfee stadium has the second highest health code violations with 493,ranging from rancid food, cockroaches and rats to chemicals suspiciously close to my mouth. Fuckwits. I KNEW that crap tasted too good.
So, where does a girl go to get her game-on? I'm headed to the Giant's AT&T Park with a mere 88 violations... and proudly packing a sack lunch.
Benefits Supervisor Sleeping
Tonight, 51-year-old Sue Tilley is anything, if a little proud. The fatty bidoddy woman posed in 1995 for artist Lucian Freud and, well, fell asleep naked. The painting sold tonight for a record $33.6 million; the most ever for a living artist's work.
Guess I should get over the weekend bloating and make some real cash...
Monday, May 12
Iron Chef America Comes Home
Chef Cat Cora and Chef Bobby Flay made me breakfast this morning. Before each tasting Thing 2 said: "The Inspiration for this dish is my Meddy-terry-aim-ee-an history," After presenting each of his dishes, Thing 1 said, "Enjoy," then bowed.
Secret Ingredient: Cod Fish (chefs watched Peter Pan last night)
Dishes: The required five, including one Cod Ice Cream
The Winner: A lovely Cod Fish and Shrimp with corn and lamb. Mmmm.
Thursday, May 8
Tuesday, May 6
Ode to Yahoo! (part 1)
All day today I thought about the TechCrunch article with the headline: "Yahoo!'s Falling House of Cards." How many houses did Yahoo! buy us? Gosh, three between La Gringa and me.
I've decided to do a random yet chronological ode to my beloved purple and Yellow. This post: 1997-1998
1997 -- All of Yahoo! sales being run from a dorky short guy's apartment in NY (he's now a state senator) and out of a trailer in Santa Clara by a smooth, cheesy motivational quote-slinging dude with silver hair.
October 1997 - La Gringa and I meet. She in overalls, me in oversized sunglasses. We meet Tdwag too that month from an acquisition of Four11. Our future team had met.
December 1997 - Starving and pulling all-nighters, someone gets bright and starts bringing in bagels on Tuesdays, dumping the ripped paper bag onto a table in a tiny kitchenette by receptionist-turned-product brain EM (who is still kicking at the big Y!). It was the only food in the whole fricking Yahoo! HQ.
January 1998 - We shuffle cubes. Everyone, *everyone* is in a cube. Everyone has an all-access pass to our fearless leaders. I don't use fearless lightly. Certainly not afraid of wacky Marc Cuban whose token cube was put across from mine. Marc was the only one I ever saw running down the hall. I have no idea where the hell he was going so fast.
February 1998 Someone starts thinking we really should do some games. Yahoo Games is created by a bunch of us sitting around on desks, floor and beanbags in a producer's cube. It's happening all over the company -- Instant Messaging (Yahoo! Pager with a single hard-coded ad for E*Trade in it), Chat (where La Gringa was the Sheriff patrolling porn while I was busy selling porn for $11 million that year), Clubs (where we hired my (then unborn) children's godfather). The list went on. Inspiration was *everywhere*.
March 1998 - A few product guys and I get busted for not wearing shoes to a meeting with AT&T. Corporate pigs, we think. Little do they know, we'd been there for three days straight. Little did we know, it was an acquisition inquiry. D'oh.
A few days later, David refuses to let us run advertising on the Monica Lewinsky testimony pages that are being released exclusively to us. We could have made $1 million in that single day. We went ad-free.
April 1998 - TK stands on the cafeteria table and tells us what's going on before the he talks to the market for our Q1 reporting. None of us have any idea what it means -- we've each hit paydirt. Jerry is grinning ear-to-ear. Filo has an old t-shirt on and smells like it. :)
Spring 1998 -- Absolutely gorgeous and brilliant and fair Indian guy, VP of sales tells me to get on a plane for a handshake. Nothing, but nothing is worth the price of a handshake. No worries about budget. I have no idea how many planes I was on that year.
Summer 1998 - As we roll up the In-N-Out truck, a bomb scare hits the building. Employee #3 and big time product brain stands on his desk screaming; tells us to run like hell. We ran like fucking hell out of that building. Goddamn competitor Excite had done the bomb scare. Bastards caused us to get key cards (we had just used a regular key to get into Yahoo! HQ until then).
During the summer sales conference in Santa Cruz, our General Counsel gets arrested (he took the hit for all of us that night). I took him a jacket and went to see him and a few others in jail. They were asleep! Police let them go after getting a bit, um, dryer.
August 1998 - Our servers, some under desks, some in the server room, get under some sort of weirdness (attack?). We go black. Holy fucking shit. We finally complete the exporting of our servers offsite. The tiny locked door next to engineering with all those servers in it are now gone. Offsite forever.
September 1998 - Some guy named Seth Godin starts trolling around. Little man with a big voice completely changes the face of sales and promotions at Yahoo! I'm not sure for the better. Strategic promotions, permission marketing become my world. We're all saying, Seth who?
Fall 1998 -- La Gringa dyes her hair purple with a giant Y! in the back to raise money for charity. She was only half as cool back then...
Monday, May 5
Sunday, May 4
Oly -- My Newest Affair
La Gringa gave me a new camera for Mother's Day -- I named her Oly. It's an Olympus E510. Yippee!
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