Come On, Man: Show Me the Money
There are occasionally people who will claim that they succeed by doing something I don't advise, for example, cold calling or billing in time units. I don't argue. They're very few and very far between, and I tell them "I never
Come On, Man: Hello, I’m A Stranger, Would You Like to Invest Your Money with Me?
"Cold calling" for high value/high fee professional services doesn't work. This is a relationship business. Asking me for business on Linkedin, sending me an instagram, or emailing me out of the blue just tells me you're desperate and you don't
Come On, Man! Au Naturel
I ask people in my Zoom sessions to turn on their videos. It's a requirement for the session. I want to see people and I want them so see each other. I think it's rude not to do so. Imagine
Come On, Man: Artificial Unintelligence
For those of you afraid that AI will take over the world and ChatGPT will replace your brain: I'm finding that various spell checkers on my computer, tablet, and phone are far from perfect and often generate "failure work." They
Come on, Man (Person): Well, I Think It’s Funny….
I've always enjoyed interacting and debating with bright people. I consider these opportunities visits to the "mental gym." When I've met new people I've understood pretty rapidly what kind of intellect I'm encountering. My criteria are: Well read and well traveled,
Come On, Man: I Can Learn How to Publish A Book?
Here's a message to anyone who wants to link with me on LinkedIn. I generally accept anyone who asks because I assume you're interested in my work. However, a small percentage of these requests result in an immediate solicitation from someone who
Come On, Man: Southwest Air
What Herb Kelleher had brilliantly created has come apart at the seams. The aerodynamics of the company don’t work anymore. But, what do you expect from a CEO who’s making a paltry $3 million Would you believe that Southwest crew members
Come On, Man: The Rain in Spain Goes Mainly Down the Drain
We're in Harrods, in the "perfumery," and a very casually (sloppily) dressed woman is eating a huge, sloppy sandwich at a seat and mirror used for testing makeup. A guy walks by who looks like he was just washed ashore,
Come on, man: What Are the Odds?
Every single person I know who has driven a motorcycle for longer than a year has had at least one accident. I guess it's quite a coincidence, right?
Come on, Man: They’re Called Great Whites but not Great Fishermen
There are guys here on Nantucket at 6 in the morning and at 6 in the evening standing in the ocean up to their knees, in the wind and sometimes rain, casting a line into the breakers. I've never seen