It’s taken a couple days to get back into the groove back home. I’ve been gone four weeks and the world feels like it’s passed me by. Thus is the tempo of Internet marketing.
Therein it goes
I just finished working on wearing out my running shoes. And I just finished killing some ants at oldold man Finn’s summer place – when saving a jam basket, make sure it’s all cleaned out. Now comes the task of waiting for messages to be returned, compiling the to-do list, and reminding myself that the Book of Blues Prequel won’t write itself.
So long as I can stay busy, I can keep managing my winter blues…so I hope.
And another ant down. It’s a 33-degree day in The Region. Where the hell are they coming from?
(Looking forward to heading down towards the Tippecanoe River and take in a tweetup)
I’m actuallly trying to convince myself to go to bed early so I can get in a fair amount of client work before I head out to Lafayette, IN for their tweetup. I’m looking forward to the event. Not only am I looking to answer the question, “What do other tweetups do?” I’m also looking forward to listening to Douglas Karr speak.
Doug is truly one of the great people in the industry. Not only does he do great work, but his work makes a difference. He’s helped Indy’s 2.0 industry grow. He’s helped companies and even competitors understand the business. His co-opetition philosophy has probably cost him some potential cash and clients and my fear is that some day, if he’s not careful, his generosity could result in him being the one in the local industry without a chair when the music stops.
And if he does get left without a chair, may the good Lord have mercy on the Indy 2.0 community. I’ve been itching for a Revolution. But, the community there is filled with great people so I doubt that will be the case. At least they better hope that’s not the case…
I’m actually jonesin’ for a good revolution. Halloween night at the Bean Cup triggered something in me, stirred something I thought died – the will to fight for something worthwhile. It’s been awhile since my work efforts have gone to something that made life around me better.
I need a good fight.
Do you have a cause that needs an outspoken soul to pitch in and help? Let me know
A long back-end of 2009 came to a peaceful end. I’ll miss the production crew, but unless something magical happens the synergy in that office we’ll never go back to the way it was. At least not today and probably not tomorrow.
“I’ve seen the needle and the damage done,” - Neil Young.
I’ve been told I could be welcomed back as a contractor soon. I don’t know if they were sincere and I don’t know if I’d accept. I’m afraid I’ll be surrounded by ghosts of memories past and there’ll be too much space in that office for the memories to swirl around. Though I’m told the space is contracting. Watched too many tears shed and life is only supposed to go in one direction. But it was a good-faith gesture and for that I am thankful.
But I hope they turn it around. There are still good folks remaining amongst the survivors. And if the situation arises and bridges are mended, maybe I finish what I started.
Maybe.
As for me, I’m a free agent. My next 99 weeks ought to be an adventure. I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be allowed to sing off-key for awhile as well as find new audiences to perform in front of.
And when I have freedom, people to see, and projects to work on, that only means one thing:
She’s gonna be gettin’ a little work in.
I’ve got two trips planned before Ft. Myers, Margaritaville and I’ll probably start my retreat around Thanksgiving this year. Oldold man Finn is 84 and could use a driving companion. I just hope my car can stay at that slow a’speed .
And who knows what that trip couple bring.
Thank y’all so much for the support. I hadn’t had this much action on my facebook page, well, ever.
And there’s a good chance I’ll be seein’ y’all soon.
Before holing up for the 2009 Fall season in preparation for the great Ft. Myers, Margaritaville holiday season getaway, we decided this Saturday will be devoted to recreate the greatest experience in 2009 – a smoked turkey sandwich on pretzel bun from Three Floyd’s Brewery of Munster, IN.
I know, of all the tings we could have experienced in a year, how does a smoked turkey sandwich even compare? With trips to the City, Indianapolis, Seattle, Las Vegas, Provo, UT, and more trips pending, one would think that the experience would come from the traveling.
Not to mention the dining experiences. Finn’s eaten in a resplendent restaurant overlooking the Las Vegas Strip, a harbor restaurant north of Seattle with an incredible view of a bay that opens unabashed into the Pacific Ocean, a beachside dinner with a view of the Gulf of Mexico during sundown (though the green flash was missed again), and let’s not forget the places in the City (Chicago).
How does a Turkey Sandwich from a brewery compare? (more…)
Life sent me to Chicago this past weekend. A lifetime love had me, my sister, and part-Cassidy sharing good times while sitting in pampered club seats at a baseball game Saturday.
It started last Tuesday night when I was playing co-ed softball for the company. Being 40 lbs. overweight & 8 months from the gym away from playing the way I know I can didn’t keep my instincts from becoming heightened when the cooled humid sundown breeze kissed my face as I jogged onto the field. As if awakened from a coma, I remembered why I loved the game.
Spend enough time in an office without fresh outdoor air & the body starts to shut down. As if caved in hibernation, the body waits to get back outside and into the heart of a day.
I take walks at night, but when you spend most of your life being athletic n fiercely competitive, the body runs on minimum systems during even long walks. (more…)
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