Manic like Zuckerberg but without the billion$


I now have three favorite movies. In no particular order, they are:

The Breakfast Club. “Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented.” Or: “So it’s sort of social. De-men-ted-and-sad, but social.” Classic. A million great moments. Like Lord of the Flies, but hip and with less bloodshed.

The original Rollerball, a William Harrison screenplay produced and directed by Norman Jewison in 1975, is set in a future where national borders and governments have disappeared, and the world is ruled by corporations in megalopolises such as ‘Houston: Energy City’ and ‘Chicago: Food City.’ Mankind has long since abandoned military war, more recently endured a series of Corporate Wars and has now coalesced around an ultra-violent sport that has taken the place of all war.* Continue reading

Defense may win championships, but you still have to score


The Houston Astros used to be my favorite baseball team. I don’t mean today’s Astros, who are fine, btw, or even the solid clubs of the Jeff Bagwell/Craig Biggio era. I’m talking the Alan Ashby-Cesar Cedeño-Luis (not Albert) Pujols Astros. (Still have my vintage Astros jersey with full-body wraparound stripes and giant star.) Year after year those Astros had arguably the best pitching staff in baseball, anchored by fireballer and strikeout king Nolan Ryan. Game after game they would either shut out the other team or give up a run or two—and lost a lot more games than they should because too often the Astros’ batting order couldn’t hit its way out of a paper bag (OK, the infield).

Employers and clients, we can hit home runs for you, but only if you put us in the game. (Gag me before I cliché again, but segues are not always pretty.) Continue reading