All in Random Stuff

I'm wearing a big red and black SkySports winter coat because my old coat is still at Oddcast...left there one day that warmed up enough for me not to need a coat on the way home I guess. I haven't had the time to go over there and pick it up. Hopefully I will tomorrow. Still, this coat is the best shwag I ever got... It came from my friend Allison who works at Showtime. Thanks, Babe. You know, bald guys are really susceptable to weather. I hate to admit it, but I get pretty cold in the winter now.

I hate waiting on this platform. 59th Street in Brooklyn...it's cold and everyone's pissed because they're like 20 min into their commute from Bay Ridge and they've made it all of two or three stops. I have Christmas gift I can actually think of wanting this year...a good electric toothbrush...one with a water pic. I love the idea of a water pic.... I'm a flosser, but it just seems so archaic. I need more technology in my mouth. I wouldn't mind bike pedal clips, too.

Train's here. Time to look around me to see if anyone looks like they want to push me in front of it. I do a lot of little things like that to prepare for random acts of violence. When I walk home alone late at night, I also hold my keys in my hand with my biggest key wedged in between my fingers sticking out. So, don't ever sneak up on me late at night, because I'm quite likely to stab you in the throat with the ignition key from my Mustang. What a way to go, huh? I also sit in the back of planes if I can, so I have a fighting chance in a crash. The last row is the safest because you have a shot of that tail breaking off and throwing you from the burning wreckage. Yes, this is something I think about when buying a plane ticket.

I just noticed in a banner ad today that ATT is selling the double sliding phone that Helio had, only with WM6. Pretty slick. Who says people don't notice ads.

I think I should be able to keep a running list of the ads I've seen to go back to them later and give them a thumbs up or down like hot or not.

I'm going to hit the heavy bag in the gym again this morning. I've been getting into that lately and it's a lot of fun.

I miss softball. I think I need to hit the batting cages this week. I'd hit everyday if I could. The Mets used to have this commercial with Lenny Harris as he was chasing the career pinch hits record. He'd carry around a bat all day just saying, "I hope I get to pinch hit today."

I heard my high school girlfriend is getting married. I haven't talked to her in years. It would be fun to just grab coffee one of these days and laugh about how young we were....man, twelve years ago. I watched a video of my first communion over the weekend. Twenty-one years ago...jeez. I had such a crush on my second grade teacher that I invited her to my party...and she came! There she was, twenty-seven year old Laura Cimmino (in case she ever Googles herself), at a party with my family, neighbors, and a bunch of seven and eight year olds. She's a year younger there than I am now. Wow... Mrs. Cimmino is like 48 now. Oh, that's hard to believe. OK, on that note, I'm out of here.

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I'm currently getting digital radio silence from two people I really want to talk to, both of whom I've reached out to more than once.   I just don't get it.

Don't get me wrong, I get a ton of e-mails from people and it is often the case that one slips past me and I don't notice it...  but if anyone ever follows up on it, I'll respond right away, usually with an apology.

The first case is someone who is pretty important and influential, but with whom I've corresponded before, always with a response, even if it took a little while.  I've sent them a number of notes related to Path 101, and even had one of my investors contact them about it--someone with whom this person knows pretty well.  Nothing...  nada.... zip.  They even wound up inviting my investor to some event and ignored the whole mention of the company.  It was actually sort of bizarre.  I mean, if you're not interested, you're not interested.  Just say it..  don't leave us scratching our heads.  It's really unfortunate, too, because I think this person could be a huge help to us and it turns out they're involved with another company we're interested in talking to as well (which I just found out yesterday via LinkedIn).  I was like, "Damn, if only so and so would get back to us, we could get an intro to them, too!" 

The other scenario is a younger front end developer who is clearly a ninja in the making.  She does a little bit of everything, has a great blog, and has a little bit of poking the bear in her, too.  I'm DYING to talk to her about joining.  She's clearly "out there" and so I tried Facebook, e-mail.. . I even complimented her Last.fm station, which I listened to one afternoon.  I'm not stalking... all this stuff is out on her blog...  but I've e-mailed twice to no avail.  Not even a peep.  Zip.  Nada.  Nothing.  *Scratches head.*

Again, a simple, "I'm not really looking to join or work for your company" would do.  But you know, I'd love to sit down with her as a relatively recent college grad just to hear what she thinks of the idea, too.  

Again, just don't get it.  Why put yourself out there if you're going to be completely unresponsive?  If you're busy, that's cool... just take two seconds to write back, "Hey, sorry, I'm really busy... can we talk another time?"

So, do I just keep at it until I get a Cease & Desist?  Do I call them out on their unresponsiveness?  I mean, at the moment, without a response, I have nothing... so what do I have to lose?  Should I just let it go? 

Maybe I should send them a Christopher Walken Voki.

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This just came in from my friend Grace...   feel free to leave a comment with a link to yourself and Grace will pick the best ones to forward to her friend:

All,

If you are on this list, it is because I have dated you and/or I think very highly of you. I believe that good people surround themselves with good people, and in truth, it is your friends that I am really after. Before I get ahead of myself, let me explain...

I have a very good friend who is single at the moment.  After a sting of pseudo relationships that haven't amounted to anything substantial, I've decided to intervene and scatter some seeds on her behalf.  (Call it naive, but I believe we are all connected and that the happiness of one person can, in some small way, benefit us all.  Plus it's just fun!)  Ok, back to my friend! I can't for the life of me figure out why this girl is single- she's funny, sharp, she's 31, she's hot and she has substance. She comes from a great family and has great teeth. She is endlessly entertaining and endearing.  She has fantastic fashion sense.  At the end of the day, I adore her and want to help her find "the one".

So this is where you come in. Do you have any friends who could potentially be "the one" for this fantastic woman? Now, some of you might be wondering, "Why not me?".  I don't want to set her up with you for one of the following reasons (it varies from person to person, but I'm sure you can figure out which category you fall into).

Reasons Why You Might not Qualify
1. I know you, and I don't think she would like you :)
2. We've dated and I'm not that generous
3. You already have a girlfriend or are married

Ok, but seriously, think about your friends, co-workers, and family members. Do you know any stand-up guys with good character who have their lives in order and are in a place (emotionally, logistically -she's in NY, and financially) to meet someone really great? If so, please let me know and I will send along her contact info. or something along those lines.  Tis the season folks, let's make this work!

Hope to hear from you!
<3,
Grace

PS-I'm not attaching a photo because I think it's unnecessary. She's hot. All my friends are hot. Get over it.
PPS-It's not me! Really...swear!
*Also, feel free to forward!*

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I don't really watch that much television at all.  I've not been a regular follower of the Soprano's, Entourage, Lost, 24, Grey's Anatomy, etc...   even though they're all probably really good shows, to me, there's just not enough time in the day.  

So this writers strike isn't really affecting me at all.

But it got me thinking...

What would happen if both sides dug in, and they just never went back to work?

What if the big media companies said, "Fine, screw it, we'll just put reruns for the next year or two"?

Would people stop watching television?  What would they do with their time?  Would they go and read books?  Would online traffic start to go up?  Maybe we'd emerge from our houses and start to discover the outside world in a big way.  Has attendance at Meetup's gone up since the strike?  Are people in NYC apartments desperately knocking on the doors of neighbors they've lived next door to for years and never talked to before? 

"Please...  entertain me... I'm desperate!  Charades!  Jenga!  Anything!"

How many seasons of reruns and reality television could they put on before they shake loose every last viewer?

I have to be honest, I was surprised that TV writers get royalties.  I thought of it more like a salaried job.

Aren't there tons of creative people dying to be writers anyway?  I could never figure out how workforces get away with striking when there's probably 2x their number waiting to get into that job.  I'm surprised there aren't more hobby writers that wouldn't cross the picket line.  I'd write for one of these shows.  How hard could it be to write for Grey's Anatomy, seriously?

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One of my least favorite things in this whole world is a shower on a cold morning. It doesn't warm me up at all... it just makes me wish I stayed under the covers where I was protected, warm, and most importantly, dry.

Getting on the train this morning, I saw a kid with a Student Metrocard. Kids have it easy these days. If you went to high school in Manhattan, you'll remember trying to get the attention of the token booth clerk to buzz that special gate. She saw the long line of students, but it didn't matter. You still had to wait in line after all those people bought their metrocards.

I think I played my best game of dodgeball last night with the nextNY team.

Shoulda been Mets-Red Sox.

Angel financing is clearly an exercise in herding cats.

While I'll grant that I don't like showers in the morning, I will grant that a post workout morning shower makes me feel fantastic. I wish you all could feel like I do now, Frampton style.

These two girls next to me are whispering about my phone. The amount of hardware and accessories the average teenage girl from Brooklyn carries around is getting out of hand. Somewhere in late 2006, we hit a turning point where phones became so slim, while the size of big hoop earring stayed constant, allowing phones to actually pass through the earrings of their owners.

Its weird how text messages somehow pass through subway walls. I just learned that Brian Oberkirch read a book. Brian's going to hook me up at the Future of Web Apps conference in February, right Brian?

I'm wearing dark jeans and my black hoodie. When I put the hood up, where do you think the polls would wind up on the "Is this guy more likely to mug you or launch a startup?"

I think Facebook may be a bubble unto itself. Is that possible? Can you have a localized bubble? I'll write more on that later.

Mangoes are good eats, but picking mango strands out of your front teeth is a chore. We have seedless watermelons...can someone invent mangoes crumb up instead of shred?

There don't seem to be any movies out there that I want to see, nor have their been for a while.

I'm going applepicking tomorrow.