Reading a little study on mobile gossip.
One of the many ways in which I’m a dysfunctional member of society is that I hate to talk on the phone. I have a mobile, but it’s for work and only work conversations take place there (unless I’m at Home Depot and need an emergency Dad consult or something). I regularly don’t answer my phone, and I don’t enjoy the, whatever you get from hours of phone conversation. (more…)
what does it say about us that Who da baby daddy? has become common parlance?
We’ve had enough snow around here and it’s mid-February and Spring seems tantalizingly close and oh, so far away at the same time, so I’ve gone to shovel conservation policy: less than 10cm, drive over it.
But, since things were getting messy out there, I decided to shovel tonight, with a promise of some lovely scotch as my reward. 18 year-old Talisker. I’m a scotch ho.
Tasting Notes from the LCBO
Amber gold colour; aromas of dried fruit, tar, peat and spice; quite dry and rich on the palate with long elegant finish.
If I had to imagine a conversation in a library in Brooklyn, this would be it. Snort.
I was reading a few blogs on the weekend that are focused on intranet development and management and I realized how much I’d love to be back, driving my little intranet bus.
Intranets are a tricky game – I’d say 9/10 don’t fair well, but if you can be the 1, oh, the things you can do. The top things that people want from an intranet are deceptively easy:
(Take on this post, and it’s bang on in my experience).
The challenges are myriad:
Given the odds and the challenges, it maybe sounds like a losing proposition. But I’ve never been happier than when I’ve succeeded on an intranet. I think it’s partly to do with the fact that it allows me to be an advocate for employees, particularly for groups that don’t often get to influence internal communications, or who aren’t natural communicators, or who work hard but in ways that aren’t often recognized. I think it also appeals to the educator in me, and it’s the best place in the world to gain benefit from clear, honest communications.
Yeah, gimme a little bus and some like minds, and I’d be the happiest of campers.
I was watching a PBS Program that Henry Louis Gates, Jr. hosted. A show called African-American Lives. In it, he traces the genealogy of some famous African-Americans such as Whoopi Goldberg or Oprah. Oprah’s great or great great grandfather moved a school to his property to allow young blacks to be educated. His son was also a renowned educator nicknamed “The Professor”. Of course, both host and Oprah commented on the leitmotif of “education” in her life/family.
This is a new thing I thought I’d try… They say that Marshall McLuhan said you should read page 96 of any book that you are entertaining giving your time to: if it grabs you, then read the book.
I thought I’d start with one of my all-time favourites: Fall On Your Knees | Ann-Marie MacDonald
Now, after five years at Holy Angels, Kathleen would not know a friend if one sank its teeth into her wrist–which is more or less what she expects from the mass of other girls. She skirts them cautiously, as if they were dangerous wild animals loitering about a common watering-hole ready to pounce, you’d never know why or what hit you.
I think it works…
I’m watching an educational program on spiders, but all I can think about is Spiders on Crack.
I’m sure it’s a girl thing, but if you go out for a day of shopping, then there’s always a winner.
The idea was that Melle would buy a couch, and I would look at couches because I’m entertaining the idea of getting one. What happened in reality is that I bought a couch–kinda modern design but retro-nubby material–and she saw some that might do for her new apartment.
So far, I’m winning. BUT, then we went to the Humane Society and met a lovely gentleman who shall be known as Anatole or Troll or … the Orange Baboon. Melle hopes to be able to take him home. He’s big and he’s got attitude and is of like mind to Jean Luc, so how could I not love him.
Absolutely, she won.