So let’s call a thing a thing. In this case, the thing is that I haven’t written on this site since just before last Christmas. If this site were a job, I would have been fired for job abandonment. If this site were a plant of mine, it would have long since died from neglect, or gotten mad, mutated into a swamp monster and eaten me. If this site was a web site and needed to be updated regularly to mean anything and be effective…
This is why I know Google is smarter than Bing or Yahoo. This very blog – JustinCresswell.com – ranks fourth on Google for “stupidest blog ever” and sixth for “stupidest blog” and doesn’t appear on the front page of either Bing or Yahoo for either keyword search.
I also consider Yahoo to be smarter than Bing, while still less smart than Google since Yahoo has me on page two for “stupidest blog ever.”
My wife and I have taught our two kiddos about proper classic (not classical) music via YouTube. These are their four Christmas favorites, straight from the server farms of Google.
Who are you when you walk into the room? When you really walk into the room -- the networking event, the dinner party, the sales meeting, the company picnic. Who are you? To differing degrees, we all have different versions of ourselves. Speaking for myself -- mostly to avoid sounding like a psychology lecture I’m not qualified to give -- I adopt looser, more casual behaviors around close friends and at home with my family, and a more formal and professional demeanor when performing my work duties.
And as the boundaries between career and home and self blur, or even vanish altogether for me, I find an increasing need to project confidence. To ask for what I want. To be myself. The 15-year old version of me would cringe if he saw who I’ve become. From wallflower to aping Don Draper is a big jump. To push shyness aside and reach for your slice of a larger world is exciting, fun. A challenge. We all need a cheerleader like Vince Vaughn is to Jon Favreau in this clip.
“When you go up to talk to her, man -- I don’t want you to be like the guy in the PG-13 everyone’s really hopin’ makes it happen.
“I want you to be like the guy in the rated R movie, you know? The guy you’re not sure whether or not you like yet; you’re not sure where’s he’s coming from. You’re a bad man, you’re a bad man, you’re a bad man. A bad man.”
Here we go. Domain purchased. Host selected. Wordpress installed. Theme selected and installed, and not without much prevarication. What’s left is to write often and continue to make this mine. Some color changes, a new header, and more widgets. So far, so good, so fun.
