There’s been a lot of chatter lately about the online service, Klout. And for good reason – it’s another way for us to measure ourselves, and it’s a data superstore for brands to shop and invest. If social media has shown us one thing it’s that the emergence of digital technology has proven to be the best human networking tool the world has ever seen. If it’s shown us another thing, it’s that people (and brands) like numbers. This post…
I really want to hate Target’s creative work for Christmas, but can’t. *** Jim Mitchem/@jmitchem
I wrote this post on November 28, 2010 about one of the toughest days of my life. ♥ When I rolled out of bed Tuesday morning, my wife Tina called me into the hallway where she was kneeling down next to our thirteen-year-old Australian Shepherd, Tucker. “It’s time,” she said. He appeared to have suffered a stroke during the night. He couldn’t control his facial muscles, couldn’t see and couldn’t stand. But before I knew any of this, I knew it…
On Thanksgiving Day 1989, I was on the verge of homelessness living in a basement room near the tracks in Worcester, Ma. Alone. Penniless. Repelling down the steep edge of hope with a loose grip. It seems like a lifetime ago. And somehow, only yesterday. So I’m pretty grateful for everything in my life today. Every day. This isn’t to say that I’m a saint. I forget about gratitude and have to be reminded daily. Forgetting is human. That’s why we need days…
Saturday morning we drove to a soccer field on the other side of the planet for the first game of a weekend tournament. Our daughter Agatha, 9, has played soccer for about five years, the last two of which were competitive. And expensive. There are few (nil) minorities in this league, which I always thought was ironic considering that soccer/futbol is such a popular sport in the third world since all you need is a ball. Agatha’s team is a…
Once there was a boy who wanted to be an astronaut. So he blew and he blew until he had a balloon large enough to carry all of his stuff. But when he loaded it up – the balloon wouldn’t lift. So he blasted a hole in the balloon with his bb gun and decided to become a zoologist instead. But one night, during a frenzied full moon, he huffed and he puffed and he feasted on fresh pork in…
