Her body shifts uneasily. There’s a measurable distance now between us. We’re both uncomfortable. Continue reading
They’re great hunkered down behind their computers, doing research and hammering out strategy. Most of the time they’re the work horses of great organizations. But you don’t want them interacting directly with your clients. Continue reading
My pilates instructor, Kelly Recktenwald, is passionate about all things dance. So last week when I happened to catch the new show Breaking Pointe she was the first person I thought of, so I tweeted her. But, of course, by the time she saw the tweet the episode had finished.
Last night I happened to come across what turned out to be the second half of the second episode, so I tweeted her again. She was in allergy hell and missed the my message.
Aside: It just seems wrong to call or text to let a person know that a trivial reality show is on T.V. Ya know what I mean? I don’t know why, but tweeting seems a little less intrusive.
Anyway, imagine my surprise when I noticed this tweet from Allison DeBona:
How had she noticed my tweet, you ask? I had used the hashtag #BreakingPointe a hashtag she most likely regularly searches to find individuals conversing about her show. Notice she utilized the hashtag in her response as well.
Great job listening, Alli. I’ll be watching Thursday.
Step back one quick moment. It’s not about doing it just to be doing it.
What’s the purpose of social media? Continue reading
Even at 5:57 a.m. there’s an obscenely long line weaving towards security at for Gate D at Portland’s International Airport. Judging by their demeanor, few of then passengers have consumed their morning cuppa and they trudged like zombies through the maze on their approach to the TSA’s once over.
As a TSA agent approached the shuffling line, she loudly asked if anyone was in possession of chocolate. We all largely ignored the uniform’s announcements, assuming we’d memorized the TSA drill, so this question caught everyone’s attention.
Seriously?! Now they’re not letting people carry on chocolate? Oh, this can not end well. Continue reading
Back in the day when we had a home phone my son, Jesse, was little maybe eight years old when my husband and I decided it was high time we taught him how to answer the phone. If you’ve ever called a friend’s home. had their first grader answer the phone and then be left lying on the floor with the receiver for the next 15 minutes, you understand exactly why this is necessary. Answering a telephone isn’t intuitive for small children.
So we drafted a script of sorts which was laminated and attached with velcro to our phone’s receiver. When the phone rang, all Jesse had to do was tear the script off the receiver and read the first sentence: Continue reading