June 2009
7 posts
Two Sides, Two Choices
There are two types of vacations: those that leave you rejuvenated and those that leave you exhausted. I will never understand why people choose to take vacations so crammed with activities, destinations, sites, shopping, shows and gluttony you come back to your busy life sapped and sluggish, needing, ironically, another break.
Actually, I do know why people do it. So they can say, “Oh,...
The Parable of Helio
I stab the brakes to shave off about 75% of my speed as I enter the corner, press in the clutch, throw it into second, then blip the throttle to about 3,500 RPM. The engine winds up eagerly, so I engage the clutch and get hard back on the throttle just at the apex of the corner. The tires complain a little but I don’t pull back. Then it’s Wolfgang Amadeus’ Marriage of Figaro...
The Parable of the Freak
Deja Vu is a magical, mysterious and sort of creepy part of life that sneaks ex nihilo right into your very conscience, plays around for a few seconds, then vanishes. As a chacho, I had deja vu many, many times, but I had to be 10 or 11 years old before I discovered there was actually a name for it.
It was so hard to describe and I never heard anyone else talking about it. So maybe deja vu was...
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Why You Should Become a Panhandler (or Marketer)
Some panhandlers are extremely successful. What’s interesting is how their success translates to marketers like you and I. Aside from learning to communicate a message in just a few words - something everyone should learn to do, and a reason I like Twitter - they have figured out how to get people to take an action. That’s what all marketers want, right?
But what’s more, the...
The Parable of the Pee Dance
“Dad!”
And out swept the cool calmness of delicious sleep. My mind swooshed up a corridor toward reality, then forced my eyes open. It was dark. The luscious dreams from early morning sneaked away in the very moment I tried to solidify what they were.
“Dad! I have to pee!” whispered an urgent voice from the doorway.
I squinted pointlessly, “Okay, buddy, go...