If we didn't know before we now all know from the Steve Jobs' biography that the guy had problems. Now that he is out of the iPhone picture, Apple can take out a piece of paper and start fresh on an organizational culture. It could be a decent-person one.
If this new path doesn't pan out for Moscou, he might be able to re-entry journalism. Things may be looking up there. Warren Buffett just bought, yes, a newspaper. It's the OMAHA WORLD-HERALD. Although he was a bear on the industry two years ago, Buffett might be switching his bet. Everyone is watching this move. It could be that he just likes his hometown paper so, why not, he bought it.
Among the jobs created will be for plaintiff lawyers in food-borne diseases. They already have more cases than they can handle in contaminated beef. One of them is Bill Marler of Marler Clark. He frequently tesifies before Congress on all the broken links in the global food safety chain. His meme is: Please clean up the system and put me out of business.
Since horse-slaughter and meat-processing is relatively new, you can anticpate a major outbreak of some epidemic related to what has gone wrong. That will give leverage to those of us in animal rights to argue that the whole enchilada is just too damn risky.
Not so fast. There might be a simple - astrological - explanation for this miscommunication. Getting signals crossed happens all the time when Mercury is Retrograde, that is, the planet is traveling backward in terms of the earth. That happens about every three months. Since Mercury rules communications, count on lots of misunderstandings.
This time, Mercury is Retrograde from November 24 to December 14. I already got creamed badly. A colleague assumed the draft of a blog post [[lawandmore.typepad.com]] quoting him had been published. It wasn't and I had sent the draft to him for review/revisions. Despite my clarification, it seems the relationship is kaput.
A sign of the frugal times, I was "treated" to Wendy's by a neighbor. She glowed when she told me, "Order anything on the menu." I had given her a bunch of rides to MDs during a health crisis. We're geezers.
Pre-global meltdown, she would have been in high angst if The Olive Garden was classy enough. There's more. I was instructed to hold off on dessert. My host went over the top and, after Wendy's, told me to drive to Dairy Queen for "anything on the menu."
Brandnames in cuisine and dessert heaven have changed profoundly.
Just like Sarah Palin, Mommy Bloggers got smart fast about influence and earning a buck, while being on the side of all-American values. Those who didn't get it fast enough paid for seminars on everything for search engine optimization to how to find sponsors for their blogs.
Companies selling diapers [especially the disposal kind], book publishers, and teachers are terrified of them. Here is my interview on how to sell to the Mommy Bloggers [bit.ly]
Hope may be in the birth bust, which is down to 4 million annually, the lowest since 1997. That reduces the number of Mommy Bloggers.
The country needs a traveling group of sharp-edged Jewish comics to do stand-up on town greens, like the one we have here in New Haven, Connecticut. No charge, just put into the hat what we can.
It can open with:
The Pope, a rabbi, and a WASPY minister went into a bar.
They had two drinks.
None paid. They all hoped to be arrested to get their three squares a day. Their congregations were too broke to support them.
The bartender winked and said, "That guy at the back table is treating, boys."
As we say in the trenches of public relations: it's the perception of what's unacceptable. Cain should not have developed a "special" relationship with a female who was not his wife, sister, mother, daughter. End of story.
Patrice O'Neal - another genius leaves us too soon. O'Neal was Lenny Bruce w/o the rage. That gave his comedic perspective wide reach. All races, sexes, classes loved him.
O'Neal's best insight: How to calcuate the value of a white woman - How long "they" would search for her when she went missing. Of course, unspoken was that "they"wouldn't search for a woman of color. Not a kid either. Forget the whole enchilada of black men and boys.
Does genius eat people from the inside? Charles Dickens, his life chronicled in "Manic Depression and Creativity," died at 58. Today he would have been a Baby Boomer. O'Neal got finished at 41.
Maybe we ordinary people should be grateful to enjoy our long lives.
Lana Stalin Peters is not atypical in her ineffective struggle to win the approval and maybe love of Daddy Dearest. Another high-profile example has been the long confusion of Jane Fonda. Every seven years a book comes out in which Fonda declares she has finally wrestled her Daddy Demons to the ground and is free. Mmmmm. Somehow we don't buy that.
In less media-worthy ways, other middle-aged women show how stuck they are in the Daddy Dearest dynamic. I had lunch with a newbie 50-year-old who discussed endlessly her father's substance abuse problems. She knew I was in a 12-step program. That was that in my professional/personal relationship with her.
Maybe it's easier for we females to overthrow our mothers than our fathers. Lucky for messed-up me, my father was not successful so the job only required 58 years.
Could Mark Zuckerberg, who was caught unaware by Google's migration from search to social networking, be already too late? Not only has the tech bubble burst. Also the confidence in public companies has shrunk. In 1997 there were 7000 public companies on major U.S. stock exchanges. Now there are 4000.
I called on a car dealer's ecommerce department last week to pitch my social media services. They asked me if Google+ was a Facebook-killer. Google+'s strength is a mashup of privacy and multimedia.
Sexual harassment and sexual activity outside marriage are difficult to prove, at least in a court of law. Unless there is evidence the legal system recognizes as valid, both kinds of situations become she said/he said. Those contending anything more than a platonic relationship have to turn in "hard copy."
Given the U.S. legal system, a settlement, most folks realize, does not constitute an admission of guilt. Yes, Cain's employer seemed to have "settled" with one of the women making accusations. However, to prevent bad publicity and a day in court which is always uncertain, the organization probably figured it was smart to settle.
What matters, of course, is not what plays out in the legal system but in the brutal court of public opinion. That will determine Cain's political future.
Online purchasing is not considered by those who bring their digital shopping cart to the checkout as consumerism. Rather is is participating in some noble rite blessed by the late Steve Jobs. Even when water-boarded, digital shoppers would not see themselves as doing the same sorts of things that are done on Black Friday.
Putting a book out there, be it print or e-, is as big a gamble as filing a lawsuit.
Sure, you could get lucky. [Luck has plenty to do with many types of success, not just books and that's why there are so many bitter best-and-brightest Baby Boomers around.]
But it's more likely the book's low ranking will humilitate you on Amazon.com as well as the Barnes and Noble site. In addition, your baby can receive a lousy review online [you will have to have your loved ones lock up the gun]. Another peril is that the author's confidence will be shaken to the core. It's one thing to be riding high on surging traffic patterns for blog posts. It's another to put oneself out there as a book person and get zip response except from the co-workers, family, and friends.
Another completely different option with better odds [at least you get paid nicely] is to ghoswrite a book for some brandname leader in business, law, politics, or comedy. The fee-for-service ranges from $10,000 to $100,000. The less you want to be acknowledged on the cover the more you will earn.
The book business has never been for everyone. Now it is for the very very few.
No, Kate needn't worry about the media attention sister Pippa is receiving. That Pippa and her bum have always been a pip in sibling matters.
Human beings, beneath the fixation with sex, tend to be a conservative tribal force. They are utterly absorbed with Kate's bun in the oven. Is it a boy? Is it a girl? Will it have Diana's/Will's nose or the Windsor one? How jealous will Camilla be of the baby? Will Great-GrandMa and GrandPa gush? Get silly? Die with joy?
Mrs. Obama could help her husband with the campaign if she managed to put a bun in her own oven. The Kennedys knew that White House game well.
This Manhattan-elite kind of pooch excess will be the beginning of the end of America's santification of animal companions. From Fido as the mutt we kept primarily outside to the king of the manor with his own pricey accessories and cuisine - the tipping point is here for the retro to Fido as pet. End of story.
Petco, PetSmart, special-diet manufacturers, and costum-makers for dog and cat Halloween outfits will all feel the fallout. It will come abruptly. That backlash, who knows, could extend to PETA. Its exotic performance art could stop resonating.
At home I have 16-year-old felines Jason and Carlotta. Aside from their preference for expensive brand Fancy Feast, they are just regular house cats, expecting no lux.
Barney Frank was frank, without being reckless. He didn't out himself as gay until the timing was okay. Also, he didn't embrace that cause in a way that makes a caricature of some gay advocates.