My nominee is L. A. Confidential (1997). Lots of longer, high-explosive endings, but I have to put LAC on the short-list. If you’ve seen the movie, you’ll remember a scene where Russell Crowe’s character is in a bar, talking to some tough guy, when he (Crowe) reaches down and grabs the guy by the family jewels. I couldn’t help but wonder if the scene wasn’t inspired by Mississippi Burning (1988). Gene Hackman got a similar grip on Michael Rooker. For 100 Bonus Points, can you name other movies where somebody grabs somebody (else) in this sensitive area?
Tipping point for blogging at Learfield
The head of our company made a pretty big announcement this morning, about some high-level promotions. But the exciting thing for me is how the announcement was made. Our CEO posted it to the corporate blog. And I think he did it from Ireland or Paris or somewhere. Now, I’m sure someone sent around the requisite Word document but the blog was the medium of choice for getting the word out to our employees (and the world). The Big Guy could have called a big company-wide meeting or circulated some kind of “eyes only” memo but he didn’t. Someone probably did a news release but even that was something of an afterthought. Clyde’s post is better. It’s a real, live person…speaking in a human voice…telling one and all what’s going on at our company. How hard is that? Damned hard.
The five things that matter
I’ve been feeling a little ancient lately, but Halley Suitt reminds me that’s not one of the five things that matter. Five for five.
Some days, I feel so so so so old. I feel a bit like Methuselah, who, if you recall, lived 900 years. Being old, you forget sometimes what it’s like to be young. You just don’t get it.
I feel old when I talk to people who are something like 18 or 23 or 36 and they are all caught up in stupid stuff that doesn’t matter and once you’re a little aged like me, you want to tell them … “but, that thing, … that thing you’re worrying about, … see, you don’t get it yet, … but that doesn’t matter. Just doesn’t matter at all.”
Of course it would be rude and annoying to say that kind of comment, so you keep it to yourself.
So the good part of being old is knowing what really doesn’t matter. And that what does matter, you can count on the fingers of one hand. You know they would have given us hands with 17 fingers if all that stupid stuff counted.
There really are only about five things that matter:
Thumb: You love someone.
Pointer: Someone loves you.
Middle Finger: Your work: you have the bravery to do what you love and really become yourself and screw what anyone else thinks about it.
Ring Finger: Connection to people, family, friends
Pinky: Eat, drink, be merry.
Living Healthy (32) – LASIK Surgery
Recorded June 6,2006
Google spreadsheets
When I bought the MacBook, I decided not to purchase Microsoft Office. I can’t remember the last time I felt the need to write something in Office. And few things make me go nuts faster than getting an email that says “see attached Word doc” in the body…and the Word doc has two lines of crap that could just as easily have been written in the body of the email (Get a clue you ignorant hillbilly!). What was my point? Oh yeah, MS Office…
Don’t need it. Don’t need Powerpoint. And –as of tomorrow– I don’t need Excel.
Google is set to launch a Web-based spreadsheet program that will allow people to view and simultaneously edit data while conducting “in-document” chat and supports the import and export of documents in the .xls format used in Excel and the .csv (comma-separated values) format.
I’m not a heavy spreadsheet user and I’m guessing the folks in our finance and accounting department couldn’t get by with the new Google spreadsheet. But I’m doing fine without Office and finer tomorrow.