And They Say Mommy Bloggers Are Boring
I read an article in Backbone magazine (no, this isn’t something I buy, it fell out of one of the newspapers) about the new trend of CEO bloggers. High-level execs like Mark Cuban and Jonathon Schwartz are “offering insight into the daily travails of a CEO, a world most will likely never see first-hand”. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it!
Jim Estill, CEO of Synnex, has blogging down to a science: “I write about 15 percent personal, because you have to humanize it and that’s what people want, and 80 per cent business, because that’s the value.” He also warns about the pitfalls of CEO blogging: “It makes me less of a mystery man, but then I also get e-mails with pictures of kids’ birthdays, because people think they know me.” The nerve of some people!
And if you think the blogosphere has been bastardized by advertising, wait ‘til you hear this. The article acknowledged that some CEOs are, well, boring. Enter the ghost blogger! So, if you’re looking for a way to get rich from blogging, stop hoping for a book deal. Maybe Bill Gates will give you a job.
I took a quick peek at Estill’s blog. The theme of the last several posts seems to be not having enough time to work out. Cutting edge stuff.
This is what a day’s worth of jackhammering looks like:
I am going to tempt the sleep Gods by telling you that Cakes managed to nap during the jackhammering. I shit you not. Despite the deafening noise, and the entire house vibrating, she snoozed for two whole hours. Please don’t hate me. She’s bad in other ways, honest.
The noise continues today. My mom took Cakes to the drop-in and I am holding down the fort. The noise is distracting me from doing anything productive; hence the massive (but scattered) post today.
A new study by McMaster University says there may be great health benefits for newborn babies by waiting at least two minutes to cut the umbilical cord. Check out the article here.
This morning I sat on the toilet. I happened to glance over and noticed a big spider sitting on the toilet paper. I ran away, pants around my ankles.
Good thing I hadn’t gone yet.
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