The stucco may still be a little dirty, but the San Diego sky remains blue. The work continues! No more wire hangers to deal with clogged sewers!
Just some snaps from the yard and the neighborhood for your ambient pleasure.
My ties to San Diego run deep. The beaches mainly. Just the beaches alone fulfill dreams looking into the edge of the earth to the west. Continue reading
Steve was pissed, and not in an English drunk pissing in a Birmingham street after a rave sort of way. He was thwarted and angry, and angry for having been thwarted. Continue reading
Like an effective and affordable vintners’ blend, sales is always cliché-driven. Continue reading
My first meeting with Steve Jobs was an impromptu negotiation over the license fees for Japanese fonts he paid quarterly to Adobe. Continue reading
Chapter 4 from selling to steve jobs. If you can’t compete against yourself and win, Steve has little use for you. The meeting begins; the problem laid out. Continue reading
I was led into a large conference room. Were Steve’s puke minions there to save me, or just there to hose down the sidewalk after my summary evisceration. Continue reading
Everyone recognized the limits to Steve’s RDF at the time. We used to joke that Steve’s RDF extended throughout the room he occupied. Continue reading
Agile is paleo and the ultimate paleo is the typewriter – gone the way of mechanical pianos; but the language, the input, and the methodology remain. Continue reading