This is not a man with a blog.
All day long I watch demos of other people’s products. Demo demo demo. In the process of sharing their desktop with my via Webex or Livemeeting, I see a lot of people’s desktops, and browsers, and occasionally their e-mail.
I would have thought that one thing that electing George W. Bush would get us, since he’s a former oil executive and spankboy for the Saudis, is a consistent and dependable supply of energy."With fears mounting that high energy costs will crimp economic growth, President Bush called on Americans yesterday to conserve gasoline by driving…
The adoption of the automotive hybrid technology, the price of gasoline and where it actually comes from, and economic integration of schools.
By the way my mom finished her chemo with a trip to the hospital for fluids. Thanks to everyone for their notes of concern. She starts her approximately 15 or so remaining radiation treatments this coming week, so the worst is still in front of us.
By the way, I do not like the new funny section of the NYT magazine. It’s not funny.
My name is Shabbir Safdar, and I’m a nearly unapologetic free marketer who doesn’t believe in price gouging. Imagine, just for a second, that you’re a gas station franchise owner, and your supplier tells you this may be the last shipment of gas they can guarantee. You can’t depend on a tanker to come fill you up every Tuesday anymore, because the hurricane has interrupted the regular flow of supply.
The phone rang this morning. My mom, dad, my wife Sarah, and I were all sitting around the table eating kolaches and making googly faces at the baby. My dad looked at the caller id on the phone, didn’t recognise the phone number, and said, “We’ll let the machine get it.” They get a lot of telemarketers. My mom remarked at how this round of chemo wasn’t giving her diarhea, wasn’t really killing her appetite, and how she hadn’t thrown up yet. Mostly it had just made her tired.
The answering machine clicked on.
“Have you planned for your funeral?” a voice asked. “A funeral today costs thousands of dollars, and creates an additional burden upon your family while they’re already grieving for you. Save your family the emotional and financial toll by planning and paying for your funeral today. Call xxx-xxx-xxxx to learn more.”
I am not making this up.
Nobody laughed but me. And I was laughing only on the inside.
"Can I please have the chemo today?"
Such was the unlikely thing I heard out of my mom’s mouth this morning at the Cancer center where we started our week.
Sarah insists that my previous post about my Friday night poker triumph isn’t the whole story, and that the story isn’t complete with telling of my Saturday poker exploits.
I got a hall pass to go play poker on Friday and cleaned up at a $1/$2 S.H.O.E. game. SHOE is a mixed game, where we played one round of 7 card stud, one round of Texas Hold’em, one round of Omaha hi-lo, and one round of 7 Card Stud hi-lo.
I recently said to Sarah and Jennifer that you are infrequently presented with choices in life that define who you are. The choices you make leave their fingerprints on your very soul. I don’t mean to be all new-agey about it. Make the wrong choice and you will turn it over in your head every night for the rest of your life, trying to fall asleep.
This is the story of someone with such a choice.
Yeah, I’ve been busy. Oddly, I’m really sleepy by 9pm at night. At 9pm last night I started a poker tournament and by 11pm I was nearly dropping my head on the table. I don’t think its the baby. I sleep through the night and Sarah more or less does. The baby sleeps with us…