I've really got to start writing some of this down
From the category archives:
Three years ago I helped my friend LeAnn McCarthy set up a blog to help with her communications efforts as Public Information Officer for the Missouri Gaming Commission.
Last week I sat down with LeAnn to see how the blog was working out. She talked about her target audience(s); content; response (internal and external) and other social media tools.
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I received an email from YouTube this morning, informing me that one of my videos was eligible for their Partnership Program:
“Your video Bernard & Henry’s Tree House has become popular on YouTube, and you’re eligible to apply for the YouTube Partnership Program, which allows you to make money from playbacks of your video.”
While I have no interest in having ads on my video, I was curious how many views it had generated.
It went up in June, 2006 and has been viewed more than 22,000 times. Sort of amazing in that a) it’s just two friends talking about their tree house, b) A search for “tree house” on YouTube produced 71,000 results, and c) I did a really bad job of encoding the video.
I’m going to see if I can find the original video and re-encode. I found it. And I mixed in some clips I didn’t have before. The next work session on Henry & Bernard’s Tree House is this October.
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On January 1st I turned i21. I’ve come to think of the age of your body as an arbitrary, even inaccurate, way to measure “age.”
In a study published in the Annual Report for Smithsonian Institution in 1953, scientists found that 98 percent of our atoms are replaced each year. Atoms make up molecules, which make up cells, which make up tissues, which make up organs. 98 percent of the atoms in the body are replaced yearly.
My new birthday sort of slipped past Barb so she decided to fall back on the old date (8th of March) and brought a cake and presents (massage certificate and SI Swimsuit issue) to the Coffee Zone this morning.
The cake was created by Joan at Chez Monet Bakery (next door to the Zone). She somehow managed to create icing that had the exact look and texture of the brushed aluminum body of a MacBook.
It was the best 21st birthday a boy could ask for.
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I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that my friend Henry turned his blog (Health Care Fine Art) into a book. He didn’t try to sell the book but gave it to the best customers of his art. Some call it “vanity press,” Henry calls it marketing.
A year later… Henry has been invited to give a talk about his book in New York. Last week he did a series of presentations in Boston. In a couple of week he’ll be in San Francisco and next month, San Diego.
It’s a beautiful book and nobody know more about this kind of art than Henry.
Welcome to the new normal.
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Barb’s nephew Wes (and two of his friends) celebrate 30th birthday.
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Last night Barb (gently) reminded me today is our anniversary. Number 31. I had completely forgotten. Just like in the old sitcoms. Neither of us could think of anything we wanted or needed other than another 31 years. When they ask you, “Who is the the most fortunate person you know,” just say smays.com.
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Going for a bike ride and leaving the phone behind.
Keep the ratings up and don’t forget to roll
the credits when you’re through.
It is days like this that I wish
I had a café lifestyle
and not the sit in front of a computer
life I have today.
The train is running extra slow today.
Not a surprise considering
the rain tends to jack it up.
Gonna be a looong ride home.
This train is moving
a bit slower than I would like.
At this rate we won’t reach basecamp by tea time
And it begins again. I hope the train shows up soon
my cloud cover is breaking up
and it looks to be a hot day ahead
Sitting on the train platform in a warm LA night.
At least the smoke has cleared out…
I’ll be back here tomorrow
The damn couch keeps calling my name.
I’m trying to get something… hell anything, done today
but a nap sounds so very nice
The lines above were compiled from random tweets by Jason Rogers. No words were added or deleted. I did break lines as spirit moved. I hope someone with music in their soul can make this sing.
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