The Good Old Days
Billy Joel sings that "the good old days weren't all that good, and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems." I had an interesting chat this morning with a very good guy, successful consultant, who asked if I thought that the
Unlinked
Well, Linked in is down already, can't access my home page, I suspect because a question posted by John McCain has shorted all its circuits with people responding. Some network. Good thing the electrical grid doesn't work like that. (Or
The Write Stuff
I’m at the National Speakers Convention in The Big Apple, which is unusually good this year. Marshall Goldsmith and Steve Forbes were two of the keynoters, and they were superb. This morning, Bill Strickland told his story of transforming the
Waiting for Service
There’s a book out (which I am not publicizing here) from a restaurant waiter who had been doing an anonymous blog. The “angle” is that he “discloses” what the wait staff does to customers whom they don’t like, such as
The Psychology of Doom
Let me talk to you about what I call the “psychology of doom.” This occurs when problems are encountered and people immediately assume the worst for themselves, for those around them, and for the country. I heard a speaker a
On Writing
Most people write the way they change lanes on the expressway: They forget to signal which way they’re going. For most content being written today, the Cliff’s Notes versions would be a tome. A self-published book is like a home-cooked meal. The
The Blambush
I'm introducing a new concept for the age: Blambush. A blambush is an ambush in the blogosphere. Let me elaborate. I never realized that people were so desperate to be noticed. When they have nothing to say, they have to create pseudo-news.
LCD Disease
We seem to be stuck in a world of the Lowest Common Denominator. There is an effort today, that ebbs and flows, to “simplify” spelling so that “thru” for “through” and “ruff” for “rough” would be acceptable. It is said that
Victimology
I can guarantee you one resounding success: If you insist on being a victim, you will be one. I’ve written of varying instances of this phenomenon: • The woman in a wheelchair who deliberately did not announce her presence behind me as