The iPhone has completely changed how I interact with information on the go. When I travel I leave the notebook at home.
Marketing today is much more like sailing than driving. Your boat is the brand. If you point your boat in the right direction, follow the winds/currents, and steer, you will get the boat to go where you want it. Marketers should become the wind, but accept that theyâ€™re at the mercy of the currents
Let's face it, we're skunk drunk and it's because of money. It's almost like we all need to enter Betty Ford Clinic 2.0 together. This time, it's not stock market money but private equity, M&A, VCs and to some degree the reckless abandonment of logic by some advertisers who are perpetuating what is
I don't buy a lot of these projections. Marketers can be fickle. If their competitors experiment and succeed with programs in these arenas, then the dollar flow can increase rapidly.
The Lazysphere - a working definition - is a group of bloggers who I won't name by name, but you can spot them a mile away. Rather than create new ideas or pen thoughtful essays, they simply glom on to the latest news with another "me too" blog post.
More content will be created today than existed in entirety before 2003.
The bigger story here is that the fabric of the Net has changed; itâ€™s a place for people to connect up around shared interests and then collaborate towards some sort of action.
Internet word of mouth is extremely important. You see what the most vocal consumers have to say about you and about your competitors -- and they're saying it without necessarily knowing you're watching them.
A prominent mention in The Wall Street Journal a couple of weeks ago garnered me a whopping 40 visitors.
So as I thought about it, the most important "tool" you can have today in business is insatiable curiosity. The minute you lose it, you're dead.
There's not much there on yogurt, but it's all about a higher calling, which is women and children's health.
I remained to much inside my head and ended up losing my mind
One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; â€” hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; â€” hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; â€”
I am excessively slothful, and wonderfully industrious-by fits. There are epochs when any kind of mental exercise is torture, and when nothing yields me pleasure but the solitary communion with the 'mountains & the woods'-the 'altars' of Byron. I have thus rambled and dreamed away whole months, and
A wise man hears one word and understands two.
In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes...
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward. Edgar Allan Po
Yes," I said, "for the love of God!
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.
To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece,
My next thought concerned the choice of an impression, or effect, to be conveyed: and here I may as well observe that, throughout the construction, I kept steadily in view the design.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee
The people have nothing to do with the laws but to obey them.
...for the question is of will, and not, as the insanity of logic has assumed of power. It is not that the Deity cannot modify his laws, but that we insult him in imagining a possible necessity for modification. In their origin these laws were fashioned to embrace all contingencies which could lie i
I am a writer. Therefore. I am not sane.
And I fell violently on my face.
As a viewed myself in a fragment of looking-glass..., I was so impressed with a sense of vague awe at my appearance ... that I was seized with a violent tremour.
That man is not truly brave who is afraid either to seem or to be, when it suits him, a coward.
As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which disentangles.