If you’re *really* that passionate about business? Man, I feel sorry for you. ** I’m convinced that the 16 year old neighbor, who just got his license, guns the engine of his pickup truck on our street as a way to say, “I could kill all of you now.” Only because I’ve heard how his father speaks to him for 10 years. ** Quid pro quo. Please don’t ask me for favors over and over if you do none. ** Dear…
You know that sinking feeling you get just as you hear your dog’s stomach lurch, and you realize you’re too far away to grab him and throw him off of the carpet onto the hardwood? Yeah that. If everyone believes that what you can’t see can kill you (cancer, carbon monoxide, radiation, etc.) why doesn’t everyone believe what you can’t see can save you? The more that technology advances, the more that being a human is a valuable USP. …
Seeing the horrifying images coming out of Japan makes us all feel pretty helpless. Yet, we all want to do our part to help them recover from the devastating earthquake, tsunami, volcanos and nuclear meltdown. It almost seems like a movie, it’s so much. But it’s not. It’s people. Suffering. And it moves us all. I came across this poster and thought it was solid enough to share. As an ad guy, I love the depth and power of this…
As a parent, there are times when I stop and think, ‘What the hell am I doing?’ Tonight was one of those times. After a great day when I spent every waking minute in the company of our two daughters, they were putting on their pajamas and getting ready for bed when our oldest daughter Agatha (10) called my name and said something that sounded like an expletive that rhymes with the word ‘wussy.’ I’ve lost most of my hearing…
*** Jim Mitchem
Why I’m not in Austin for the big event: 1) Flocks – Anyone who knows me IRL knows that I’m the last person to jump on a ship just because others have. I’d rather take my chances with the sharks. Ok, maybe that’s a bad example, but I’m definitely not someone who gravitates to groups of people. I’m perfectly comfortable wandering around on the outside of the fence. Call it a wolf complex, whatever, but it’s who I am and…
