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For all of you people who are talking and talking (okay, that’s me) about JJ Abrams’ 1-18-08 monster movie, you’re clearly missing the point on what’s really going on. Or not.
Just dropped the bomb on tombiro.com by flipping the script to Derek Powazek’s DePo Clean theme for WordPress, which happens to be mega clean and I’m very psyched about it. Going to tweak accordingly, of course, but it’s kind of what I was looking for.
I’m expecting to probably use much of the same over at The Media Drop, but probably with some more edits and color. Thanks for the awesome template, Derek, really appreciate it. Now I need to edit the heck out of it. Oh, and don’t forget about Eightface’s FlickrRSS plugin.
So, I don’t think I blogged this anywhere, but figured it might be a wise idea to do nonetheless. A couple of weeks ago, I pretty much formally left Weblogs, Inc., where I’d been the founding editor for AdJab, an idea that Jason Calacanis brought to my attention back in August/September of 2004. While AJ had its ups and downs, and ultimately pal Chris Thilk took the reins as my day gig and other projects were chewing up my online interests and time, it was a blast to get started. Additionally, being able to work from time to time on other Weblogs, Inc. sites and get to review some huge shows at TV Squad and be recognized for doing so was obviously beneficial for me from a professional perspective and helped me grow my ability to write and cover a lot of different areas online.
All that said, the coolest thing that came out of working at WIN was the team. All the bloggers that I wrote alongside, picked the brains of, or got to meet in person have had some impact on where I stand today, whether it’s at my day gig in public relations and new media or the various places I’m writing online. Some people offered great tips on how to do things like manage certain people’s expectations, others brought different ways of actually drafting content or handling the world of “getting things done,” and others were – are – rockstars in their own right that continue to teach me things about the online world, and I really appreciate all of it.
While I can’t say I was pleased with the unceremonious way in which AdJab was shown the door, these things happen. I can see how AOL didn’t see the natural fit into the consumer-driven sites they were building elsewhere, but I think they were unfortunately governed by what hurts a lot of people’s understanding of the world of new media, which is sheer volume and numbers. If AdJab had been simply pulling in the attention of consumers and consumers alone, things would have been different. However, it made it into the groupthink and regular reads for many marketing and advertising readers, journalists, and bloggers, and was a great cross-pollination spot for other WIN sites, as all the companies and brands written about elsewhere did advertising or marketing in some way, shape, or form. So, while Chris and I might have completely different thoughts on how things should have worked out in the long run for AJ, we’ve moved on, and we both live and learn.
I wanted to toss this up on my blog because it’s been sitting in my MarsEdit for entirely too long, and I wanted to give a great big round of applause (or as loud as I could on my own) to those folks from WIN and beyond that were of a huge help for me online, many of which have become friends online and off. Good luck to those of you at Weblogs, Inc. and wherever you’re cropping up these days, as we all seem to have eight or fifteen projects going, and I’m sure I’ll see you all around.
Cheers!
The best part about items like this one from The Onion are all of their statements with respect to the “parasite” in question are completely with merit, no joking about it. Anytime you can take reality, tweak it a little bit, and it’s still hysterical, that’s yet another reason why the whole damn country should be reading The Onion daily.
The NHL is apparently all set to have yet another outdoor masterpiece, this time with the Pittsburgh Penguins facing the Buffalo Sabres in Buffalo at Ralph Wilson StadiumJNO January 1, 2008.
You know you want to go. I most certainly do.
Thought that some of you would get a kick out of this item about Wil Wheaton (not really) being indicted for his role in a “robot fighting ring,” according to BBspot. et tu, Wil Wheaton?
Props to Aidenag over at Netscape for posting this.
Some of you have probably already heard about the fact that some loser(s) decided it was my turn to be the owner of the vehicle of choice to break into in my neighborhood on Thursday morning of last week, but for the rest of you, just thought I’d share my thoughts on things.
I was headed out to my car on Thursday morning to grab something out of the console for The Girlfriend, when, as I walked up from the driver’s side, I noticed the large hole in the passenger side window, an open center console, and the contents of my glove box and other areas of my car tossed all over the place, including on the streets of Boulevard East in Weehawken. Aside from the obscenities I proceeded to share with the morning walk-down-the-street crew, I didn’t have much else to say beyond figuring out where a cellphone was to call the police.
Unfortunately, this had to be 12-15th car that had now been broken into in the few blocks around our apartment. (As it turns out, this weekend’s Weehawken Reporter has a story by Jim Hague that says there have been 37 such thefts since January) I’ve seen quite a few on the hill down to the waterfront in the last few months, another one on my street in the last week, and then some. Two things about this really pissed me off: One, that my car was parked on a road that has traffic 24 hours a day. Second, that if you open my car doors without using the button on the key or turning off the alarm by putting said key into the ignition and turning it, then the alarm has its say, which was happening just after someone shattered a window and was ransacking my car, all about 10 feet from someone’s front door. Does *no one* hear this type of thing, irrelevant of what time of night it is? And if they didn’t due to air conditioning or whatever, how do zero people pass by that notice something afoot, considering all the closed areas of my car were sorted through (though they did leave my iPod, which was amusing), and someone took a bit of time to take the bracket off my windshield that holds my GPS there, and took the unit and its plug from the center of my car? I guess not.
On top of that, does no one call the police when they walk by a car with its window smashed on a main road, with contents flying out of the windows on to the sidewalk, or do we expect to just leave that for the owner or someone else to do? So, aside from the parking ticket I snagged the night before for forgetting to leave my parking pass on the dash, I haven’t exactly had a lot of interaction with the police. And for those of you who think that CSI has made its way into every bit of crime out there, it hasn’t. No fingerprint checks, just a “what’s missing from your car?” and “what time did you park it?” followed by the usual fare about licenses and registrations. The most positive thing that happened was when the presumably undercover cops that pulled up and asked me a few questions about what was taken and at least expressed some interest in the fact that I was now going to be paying for something to be fixed on my car that was no fault of my own for happening.
So while i can get the interior of my car straightened out and the window can be replaced and all, it’s never easy to figure out exactly what was in your glove box or whatever that might have been taken, or get over the fact that someone has decided to violate my car. The only thing that worked out for me in this case was that the GPS that was taken has been turned into, effectively, a “brick” by the company that built it after I reported it stolen. So all I can hope for is the fact that the thief or thieves have sold it to someone else who’s really pissed off right now. Guess this is the price to pay for having a nice view of NYC and the Hudson River.
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