* *** Jim Mitchem
One of the great things about being an American is that we can all have guns. If you’re 21, and you’ve got a clean record, you can have one too. It’s your birthright, so you may as well take advantage of it. If you’re smart, you’ll own more than one. Because when you think about it, one gun might not be enough. Unless it’s a semi-automatic – which you’re welcome to own as well. So if you get a gun…
Never give up. Don’t be a quitter. We hear these things all our lives. Well, I’m here to tell you that there are times when it’s perfectly fine to give up. In fact, there are times when giving up is the best option. I’m not condoning quitting in the middle of a chess match, basketball game or boxing match (Roberto Duran) just because you’re losing. It’s never ok to give up in these situations. When you do, you lose more…
Tonight I read Edward Boches‘s post “10 Rules for Modern Collaboration.” You should too. Click here and read it, and then come back. I’ll wait. … If you came back, thanks. You may have seen my comment there, but if not, I wanted to share it here. I like Edward’s post very much and think he may be one of the smartest people in the business of mass mobilization, or, as it’s more commonly referred to, advertising. Edward’s been around…
When I got onto Twitter in 2008, it was shiny and fascinating. Yes, I know that many of you have been here longer, and good on ya. You saw the potential. You were right. But the last thing you want to do now is rest on your laurels. You can’t get too comfortable here. Sure, you’re on Linkedin, Facebook and Twitter. Hell, you may still be on MySpace. But what’s next? I lived through faxes – Twitter can’t be all…
They arrived unannounced. They could have been here for weeks. Months. We don’t know. “Honey? Could you come take a look at this?” I called to my wife while standing above our youngest daughter, Cozette, last week. I was looking down onto the top of her head where I thought I saw a flake of dandruff. It’s winter, so everyone’s skin is dry. But a seven-year-old shouldn’t have a flaking scalp. Right? My wife, Tina, came over and looked. Then…
