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| Thursday, March 13, 2003 |
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The Road to Oz 
Blogflocking in Toronto tonight
| | I'll shoot to be there between 5:30 and 6. We (whoever we are) can take it from there. |
Fantosmic
Talk about persistence
Klings's Korollaries
| | Arnold lists Five Clues for Geeks: |
| | - Intermediaries add value
- Property is not evil
- Computer animation is not a killer application
- Bashing Microsoft does not make you smart
- Markets are not exploitative
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| | Lots to talk about there. |
A question
| | So I've been talking to some companies here in Toronto, and a question has comed up for which I don't have a ready answer: |
| | Specifically, what companies maintain corporate blogs, either as home pages or as main features of their Web sites? I'm not in the best position to check, but maybe ya'll can help a little. It would be a good list to come up with in any case (if there isn't one already). |
| | [Later...] Some answers have been coming in: |
| | Jupiter Research, which links every analyst's weblog (there are eleven) from the home page. (Or do they? Now I can't seem to find the page with all those links. I just had it... hmm.) Jupiter also hosts ClickZ Weblog Business Strategies, a conference held in Boston this June. Dave, David and other leading local bloggers will speak there. (How about more links in the brochure pages, hmm?) |
| | Immunexa, which hasn't had a post since last November. |
| | Still a pretty short list. Brings up Cluetrain thoughts about corporate voice and all that. |
| | Possibly related: A speech from a couple years back. |
Other good news
| | When I got back to my hotel room last night, the bellman had just deliverd my missing bag. It had been retained by Canadian Customs and delivered, oddly, by Fedex. |
| | And the laptop has only crashed once this morning. I still miss the days when I could open a shell, run an uptime command and see that it's been going for weeks without a reboot. But the way things have been going lately, ten minutes is a miracle I can put to good use. |
Happy Birthday, Mom!
| | Lots of people have issues with their mothers. I'm not one of them. When I woke up a few minutes ago, the first song in my mind was Paul Simon's Loves me Like a Rock. The second was Greg Brown's Cheapest Kind, which I heard once on A Prairie Home Companion. The chorus has stuck in my mind ever since: |
| | But the love, the love, the love
It was not the cheapest kind
It was rich as, rich as rich as, rich as
Any you could ever find |
| | Mom has always been, and contintues to be, the richest source of love I have ever known. She's a human pipeline, running straight from God. |
| | She's also smart as a whip, funny as a tickle and uncomplicated as a bowling ball. Her laugh can lift the darkest spirit. |
| | As a kid she was so smart they put her ahead one grade. Friends called her "The Walking Dictionary." A couple years ago she heard me mention Google, and said "A Googol is an infinitely large number." That wasn't exactly right (it's a one followed by a hundred zeroes), but close enough. When my sister and I were kids she taught school (mostly third grade) in Maywood, New Jersey, our home town. She started teaching when she was eighteen in a one-room schoolhouse in North Dakota. Between those years she lived an adventurous life. Met my father (another adventurer) in Alaska during World War II. |
| | We'll be throwing her a big party in North Carolina in a couple of weeks. Can't wait to be there. |
| | [Later...] Mom just told me on the phone that she wasn't put ahead a grade, but rather put in first grade at age five. "My mother couldn't stand having me at home any more. I was too smart. But so were a bunch of other kids." Her best friend, Agatha, was one of those kids. They're still in touch. Mom has always called Agatha by her nickname, which is (no kidding) "Boogie." |
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