Tue - March 15, 2005

Suddenly it made sense...


1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee shot Billy DeLions
And he blew that poor boy down.
Do you know what he shot him for?
What do you make of that?
Cause Billy Delions threw the lucky dice
Won stagger lee’s stetson hat.

Bayo, Delia said, just give me a gun
He shot my Billy dead now I’m gonna see him hung.
She went into the Delion’s club through Billy Delions blood
Stepped up to Stagger Lee at the bar,
Said, buy me a gin fizz, love.

As Stagger Lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls
Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall
Bayo, Bayo, see you hang him high
He shot my Billy dead and now he’s got to die.

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Wed - March 9, 2005

Life like this...


"…the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust."

I just want to eat my damned apple.

(*)

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Sat - February 12, 2005

Robert Sher must go.


I won't be able to finish this project in a single sitting, and I'll have to run a few of the things I have planned by the lawyers, but I have come to a very simple conclusion after months of thought.

In short, Robert Sher needs to have to answer for the things he has done and is doing. Every time I review in my head (and it is constant, let me tell you) the things that have brought me to where I am now, I constantly realize that the majority of this and the worst bits of that majority are all things that Robert Sher, President of Bentley Publishing Group, knows don't deserve to be this way.

Robert Sher made an art out of lying to his own family (and fellow owners of his business) and allowing things he must clearly understand to be one way to seem otherwise to whomever he needs to allow to be mislead. This includes the police department, who quickly saw right through his passive deception.

Robert Sher is also a bad businessman. I am in the process of determining just how much detail I can eventually put in this project, but I know I can make reference to what other people think of him. What they think of him isn't pretty. He is viewed in the art publishing industry as a goody-goody who puts his hand in everything for his own benefit. He is laughed at for all of his articles and side projects that are tilted up as if to protect artists and publishers, when the reality is that they are self serving attempts to put his name and face in front of the main players in the art world. The other publishers are quite well aware of this and they ridicule him for it.

Robert has also made Bentley Publishing Group into the "McDonalds" of the art publishing world. His drive to publish large volumes of art has surely not gone unnoticed, but the other publishers have noted that that high volume of art is all mediocre or even sub standard. This is what the other publishers in the art world have to say about it.

Robert has also become the guy who the rest of the art publishing world credits with trashing legitimate art publishing into "poster selling" or mass business. The days of a reasonable priced piece of art are going fast as Bentley Publishing Group races to lower prices to sell higher volumes of this previously mentioned dreck. It is a documentable phenomenon and the savvy art publishers have all noticed it.

Funny enough, the other art publishers have all wondered what in the world Larry Winn of Grand Image is doing with Bentley Publishing Group! Winn is famous for his standards and keen eye on what is hot and not in the art market. He deserves the title. (I had the good fortune of working with him briefly and he is the real deal) But, the rest of the art publishing industry is scratching its head wondering what on earth would put the king of quality and cutting edge publishing in bed with the king of mass produced, sub standard art. Why would the best slum with the worst? I'm not asking, I'm saying that people in the business are asking.

I don't feel comfortable yet in discussing some of the business blunders that Robert Sher has made and why I believe that his own board should remove him from control of Bentley Publishing Group. There are some good ones and I believe most of them are totally free game. But, until I have checked that with the lawyers, you won't find any of it here.

What I CAN discuss here is all about what Robert Sher is willing to do to protect himself and his own lies to his own family at my expense.

For starters, Robert Sher allowed or caused me to be arrested for something that I didn't do, allowed or caused me to be held in jail on $220,000 bail overnight until I was released and never charged for the things he told the police I did. He subsequently reported the same things to his insurance company that the police determined didn't merit charges against me. For whatever reason, that insurance company paid Mr. Sher and Bentley Publishing Group without so much as talking to me, or apparently the police.

Now, I am being sued by Bentley, probably through subrogation for the insurance company, for $200,000. What for? Yes, the same things that the police dropped investigating, that the insurance company never investigated, and that I didn't do. But, it gets better...

Robert Sher was approached by Candice Sher almost two years prior to this little episode about the exact same thing. Candice Sher (Sher-Betts) made the accusation that false receipts were being handed in and Robert responded by looking into our usage of media and determining that Candice Sher was, as he explained she always was, paranoid and nearly clinically so. Robert Sher knew then as he knows in this more recent case, that the materials billed were materials used by his own company. Why does he know? He knows because he always kept a keen eye on ALL transactions in production, but also because he checked into it the first time his sister brought it up.

Why was I buying the materials and being reimbursed? Oh, this is the question I never get tired of hearing. Furthermore, it is the one beautifully documented thing in all of my receipts and emails. Robert Sher was quite happy to have me hunting around for the best deals and dealing and wheeling to get cash discounts and bonus deliveries. He was all about saving the money and tracking down the most cash effective way to buy this heavily used product. He knew what was going on before, he knew the first time I was accused (and he defended me after his inquiry, and Candice was satisfied) and he knows now. But, he is willing to let that all go silent, let me be arrested, and let me be sued by an insurance company rather than simply confront his own problems with his family and business.

Robert Sher knew and was behind what I have since been arrested for doing. He encouraged it and encouraged me not to worry about any of the book keeping discrepancies. He benefitted from it (as did his family) and he made it part of my understood list of job duties. It went on for FOUR YEARS after all. Do you really think he let something as big as this just slide when he never misses a single other business trick? No, obviously not. He knew before and he knows now what was happening, but what changed is that his family put pressure on him and he didn't want to disclose his hand in it. It is about to come out in court though.

I'm hurt by so many other things that have happened since this all came down too. I had a good friend at Bentley who was the controller. I say "had" because I am relatively sure that Robert Sher's unwillingness to face the truth has led her to believe all sorts of things about me that are not true. I also know that she has been his "pen" in some of this legal stuff and it breaks my heart to read her accusations and determinations that I know are based on her own not-knowing the facts and truth about Robert's involvement and consent. I am saddened too because she was a good friend to me on many personal levels that I'm sure she has now written off as emotionally fraudulent. I know she was looking to leave Bentley because of her own fears and dissatisfactions with the company and her job, but I don't know if she is now locked in some similar wrestling match with Robert Sher. I mean, if he has decided to put the lawsuit threats to her by making her somehow complicit in all of this then she may not feel safe leaving or confronting the problems that had her looking for other work. I hope she gets the chance to leave so she can see what I have learned since I was taken out of the Bentley fold.

Oh, there is so much more. I want to write about the great things Robert Sher has done to try to ruin my life after Bentley. I want to include how far out of his way he is willing to go to try to keep me silent about the truth (which will not happen). He has tried to make my new employer think poorly of me (as to fire me?) and he has tried to tell me who I can and can't talk to. He has done it beyond the bounds of legal too.

This is what people who lie do...they try to silence those who will talk about the details. Why? I can tell you why. If I talk and describe things and enough people see my description and say, "wow, yeah, that's what I saw too" then suddenly the people who are all being misled or taken advantage of start to look at each other and realize that the one guy behind it is doing it on purpose. If they realize that they are all being had they can then collectively change things. I'm just going to lay it all out there...and I have no concern that these truths won't resonate with others who I hope will begin to ask their own questions...before they end up in jail or otherwise attacked preemptively.

As I started this I'll conclude...Robert Sher is a bad person. He really is. I didn't think it before and I didn't realize that much of what I credited to him is vulgar and distasteful if not down-right heinous. He is willing to endanger my family, my kids, my life simply to keep from coming clean with his family and business associates. He is willing to play out a lie that he clearly understands and has understood for YEARS. He has benefitted directly from the very thing that I am now being assaulted for...and by him! That is an evil person. His evil may be malicious or simply self serving, I don't know and I don't care to know. His own business problems seem to stem from his own ego and greed, and his means to attempt success seem to be whatever suits him whenever it suits him.

That, people, is a bad man.

Part Two: Insurance fraud? False Police reports? What do YOU think it would mean? I bet you already answered yourself...

(I'm speaking with two art-publishing trade magazines and one local consumer affairs reporter from television about these things and it looks like all three want to do something with this. If that doesn't speak volumes, I don't know what does.)

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Sun - February 6, 2005

Bright Smile...


I hesitate to post too many "what I did today" kinds of entries here, but I figured this one was worth a line or two, if for no other reason than to find out who reads this.

While on vacation I had some NASTY dreams. I mean, the worst of the worst. On the first night in the hotel, I started grinding my teeth which, along with a really fatigued set of facial muscles, got me a broken front tooth. I think I actually notched my other front tooth too, but it didn't break, more like ground a little notch in itself against my lower tooth. I spent the whole vacation playing with the little break in the middle of one tooth and wondering if the indentation in the other was from the same event.

When I got home, having been driven totally nuts by this, I took out my Swiss Army knife and found the metal file. Yeah, I did. I filed down my two front teeth into a beautiful pair of shaped and, unbroken and un-notched, incisors. I liked the result so much I ground down the opposing tooth that stuck above the others.

Oh, they are still MY coffee-tinted teeth and all that...but I have to say I have NEVER had my teeth this nice before. No joke.

Thank God for the Swiss...and painkillers.

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Wed - January 26, 2005

George Bailey and real life...


In the movie version of reality you spend your life trying to help people, putting them above you, and trying to make a better world. You spend your time with those you love and some of those you hate and in the end you hope that you've made a difference that people would be saddened to see gone.

In the movie version, you get a chance to see where you touch people and how it is worth more than anything. You get the big finish when you realize that life is more precious than money and that no financial or otherwise mundane thing could ever trump what it means to be alive.

But, in the movie version, you don't have to go to jail or have the bank examiner take your house over the missing $8000. In the movie, your enlightenment is all the audience sees, but in the background the rest of the cast is piling money well in excess of what you needed to avoid the whole thing in the first place. There is always some Mary to call and tell everyone who cares about you that you need a basket of money. There is always someone to say their prayers for you and Someone to send Clarence.

In real life, you can screw up and bounce back and do the right things only to have someone who decides to screw with you put you in the exact opposite of what you have worked so hard to build. You can go from building toward owning a house, rebuilding a family for your kids, and starting to save for a future and end up losing your house, moving back to a shit-hole, and starting over with an enormous debt that you got when you lost the rest of it all.

In real life, you get another chance to be patient and to rebuild. You get to tell your kids that there is another bump in the road and hope they want to ride it out with you. You get to become cynical about doing things for other people.

The real life version really sucks. Even the enlightenment is hard to come-by, but the reality is, as they say so happily in Lawyer-ing circles when discussing "scorched earth" strategy, "you get taken to the ground."

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Fri - January 21, 2005

A co-worker of old...


There is something of an anniversary coming up. No, it ain't some certain period of time that has passed since some certain thing happened. It is, as it should be, a cognitive anniversary.

I'm set to go on vacation again. Last time I went on vacation I had one of the best times I have ever had on vacation. The kids were awesome, my vacation-mates were incredibly generous and fun to be with. It really was the kind of vacation that makes you come home and wish you'd stayed away.

Last time I went on vacation I went because my boss's sister (who was an owner in the company, but not my boss) had rekindled her paranoid state to accuse me of stealing from the company. This accusation had come before and my boss (her brother) had done whatever looking into things he needed to do to realize that the accusations were ridiculous. They were those sorts of accusations that only someone totally out of the loop could even imagine making. Anyway, these accusations came up again, probably because of the financial tension that had been going on for everyone back then. If you don't remember, you weren't there...as they say.

I got good and pissed...I vented to my usual friends (many of whom may or may not consider me a friend anymore either because they are believing something that isn't true or because it is easier to drop me to keep their job) and I talked about my anger with most of the managers. They all understood my anger and spoke freely of the ridiculous nature of the ownership of my old employer. The comments deserve a whole posting (each) so let's leave that for later. I kicked and fussed and asked that my boss, his dumb-ass sister, and I have all of this out in the open and he continued to tell me to cool my jets and to get back to work...working for him ironically enough.

After a week or so, I was in such a knot that, after considering taking my full vacation and quitting my job, I said I was going away for a week. I said I'd been struggling with these accusations and that I was very unhappy at work and then I said I'd be back in a week and would have put it all away...never to piss and moan about it again. This is the real irony.

I got back from that trip and went to work the next day. I'd made the comment that I was afraid it was going to be a bad day (because of the work piled up while I was away). When I got out of the car, I was met by a couple of squad cars worth of cops and I was arrested. I'd spend the night in jail at the Martinez detention facility. It was, suffice it to say, a bad night and day following.

Fast forward to now. I don't want to quit my job. I don't want to take a vacation to get away from my employer's fucked up family business. Instead, I'm enjoying the reality of my first review since I started my new, sensible, job.

In my review I heard nothing but kind words. We talked about great things to come and exciting changes and developing and growing departments of the next year. We talked about me hiring...hrm. In short, we talked about a zillion and one things and they were all better than I could have begged for.

I remember back to the anger that made me take a week off at the drop of a hat at my old job. I remember how horrible it felt to feel betrayed by the people who owned the company where I had put so much of myself into work. I remember it all and I'm not really ever going to have the luxury of NOT remembering, especially the time in jail. I didn't do anything wrong and I have that knowledge to make it all something that I can parade in the light of day, but there are some bruises that aren't going away.

In remembering, I have my new job to contrast with the old reality. I can honestly say that I had no idea how bad it was until I got some distance. I can say that just about every "common sense" suggestion I made in contrast to the "family way" was dead on. My old company is the big loser in the end. I have had the pleasure of seeing what a real production department can do, when not faced with people dabbling and playing house or pretend.

But most of all...I have a vacation coming. I get some time off to enjoy doing whatever I want. Most of all, I want to spend the time with family and to remember the blessings I have thanks to something that happened, well, no particular time ago...

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Wed - January 19, 2005

I heard he killed a guy


I have been bad about this blog crap. I'm not sorry.

I was driving home today and realized it and then realized how much other stuff happens that is WAY more important than anything I'd have to say. I mean, I hardly care what I have to say so why would anyone else? For that matter, you might do well to ask what the hell you are doing reading this still! Gotta love the irony.

But, on my way home I was realizing that my state killed a guy last night. It was by all accounts a really bad guy, no question. In the end, though, they killed him for killing someone. I read all the news I could dig up and came to learn that he was involved in the killing with a bunch of other unsavory people and they killed a couple of people who seem to have run in similar circles. It wasn't like the story about a bad guy who kills the happy little old lady who worked for charity all her life. It was just some killing.

It got me to thinking about how killing used to be public and how it was an event not to be missed by most people. The killing, far from being terribly rejected by the public, was an entertainment. Picnics were packed and kids even attended sometimes. I wondered why we don't do that anymore if we are going to be killing people under the state's powers. Then I realized it. Killing people is bad, but we don't like to admit it.

I'm not talking about the people who admit that killing is bad and then try to survive in the context of our society. I'm not talking about people who spend large amounts of their time trying to stop the killing. I'm talking about the average schmuck walking around.

I had a notion that we pretty much WANT the killing. We may know better and we may pay some lip service to stopping killing, but we love it. We seem to think we need it. We have built huge outlets for this same violence to take the place of our public acceptance of the killing and the killing itself.

We have video games, movies, books and all manner of stories (including poetry and painting and sculpture) in which we LOVE to see the bad guy get his due. There is little that feels better.

Spend a minute, you'll see what I mean. Seriously, take a drive. Talk out loud to the death row inmates and see what they tell you. Then come home and watch some TV. It's all there...in high definition.

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Sat - January 8, 2005

Bobbing for Apples with Super Donkey


I'll keep it short. It is the weekend and I have better things to do than tell funny stories online. But, this is a keeper, and thanks to all of you both in and out of the fray at the old salt mine who sent in some exceptional stories that I promise will make it up to this site in the future. Give me some time!

In this case, anyway, we were all sitting around the second-hand meeting table in the messy conference room (the one with the conduit fastened to the waterlines so that if there were ever a fault, anyone near any water pipes would be electrocuted...I wonder if they ever fixed that?). It was asked if we could have bobbing for apples at our next Hallowe'en party and someone said it was a little disgusting to have so much spit mixing in a vat of water.

The people around the table expressed various opinions and showed more and less tolerance for spit of their co-workers mingling with their own when one manager suggested a little bleach in the water would take care of any germs. Of course, everyone recoiled at the bleach for fear that a mouth full of bleach was no better than germs from co-workers.

As the babbling rattled on, one of the owners who is also a medical doctor finally said clearly that there would be NO bobbing for apples as it was just not responsible. I always admired this guy when he spoke as a doctor. He genuinely cared and he was genuinely authoritative in a way he wasn't when it came to photography and colour work.

Nevertheless, after everyone else had died down, one owner continued to pipe up her opinion. Super Donkey, the alleged Art Director and least talented (my opinion and anyone-who-has-worked-with-her's) of the company, spoke up suggesting that each person bobbing for apples could do so with a plastic bag over their head. That would surely keep the germs out of the water she concluded.

For a second we all laughed at her funny joke until, one by one, we all began to realize it wasn't a joke. She was totally serious and had decided this was a genuine solution. The look of horror and disbelief was incredible as it overtook each person's face as the reality of it all dawned on them.

Super Donkey never realized why it is, well, a freaking stupid-assed idea to stick plastic bag on your head and to submerge your face in water. But, that's beyond her reasoning abilities.

You know, the story is almost quaint, but in reality, I have never hated anyone as much as I hate Super Donkey, unless you count my secondary hate and disgust at her brother who defends her even though he has joined in to bash her harder than anyone. I have the emails, and I think they need to be aired out here in the coming days. His opinion of her makes mine look kind.

Now, for a weekend...cheers!

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Thu - January 6, 2005

Good thing for us...


It isn't a big story, and frankly I don't feel much like writing a big story here. But, I was driving back from a designer's studio today and remembered an old friend from Sri Lanka. Then I remembered the tsunami and I wondered if Michelle was ok or if her family had been hurt in the floods. After so many years, I looked up her number and called her. She's ok and it was nice to chat about the days when we ruled the world (she was as much a secretary as I have ever had, but she did much more than just secretarial stuff for my company and for me).

In talking with her, she said she was grateful that she and her family had escaped the real horror of this natural disaster and I realized that she was genuinely grateful for her simple luck of where her family was when the waves came ashore. She has a lot to be thankful for, but in the end it was essentially as if nothing happened at all. I mean, to her, nothing happened. Had nothing actually happened, her life would look much the same.

Then, for whatever reason (probably reading my cross complaint in my lovely lawsuit) I got to thinking of a guy I used to work with. He was technically the "director of colour" but most often he was an unruly guy who was seldom given the truth by his son (and company president). I loved Frank on a personal level and he was an interesting and, well, colourful guy to talk to. I hated working with him as he always over-did it. Sometimes it would genuinely bring about a better piece of art, most often it would take you on a wild goose chase. But, that is for another posting.

This particular "Frank Story" was about a time when we had a piece of African American art to go on press. It was an older piece and the colour controls were hardly invented back when it was originally separated. In any case, it was on press for a re-order and Frank reported back at the end of Press that day. It went something like this...

"How was press today?"

"Oh did we ever luck out!"

"Oh, yeah, why? Something fall right into place?"

"No, but those African paintings eventually looked great in spite of being way off base to start."

"Ok, so was it an easy fix?"

"No way. We had to really work at it."

"So, why are you saying we lucked out?"

"Well, we had a black man on press for that job. If we didn't have him there, we'd have had to struggle with someone who didn't really understand the deeper elements to making black people's skin look right. Because he was black, he really knew just how it should look. We should be grateful. They look great against all odds."

So there you go. We got a good African American skin tone because we had a genuine African American turning the dials on the press and plate maker. Somehow, I don't think there is any correlation. Further, since the business of printing is making one reproduction look like the matchprint, I don't see why ANY piece is easier for someone beyond the basic colour composition of ink and paper.

Neverthelss, to Frank (god bless him), we were fortunate. I think it is pretty clear that we weren't fortunate at all. Perhaps we are less fortunate that there are people in the world who could think a man more qualified because of the colour of his skin in any field. Maybe it is more like the tsunami and we were told to be grateful of a non-event. But, perception is reality, right?

So, Frank, wherever you are, you keep being grateful, but forgive me if I think it racist to assume that a white man is a better driver, a jewish man a better banker, or a black man a better basketball player...or pressman.

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Wed - January 5, 2005

Stop smiling


I used to work for a place that has so many peculiarities that I'd never be able to document them all in one place. As most people know, there are a number of things I CAN say and document about such things and, in time, that's coming. As was once said in an old timey movie..."When I talk about this, and I WILL..."

You get the idea.

So, back when I was first starting this particular job, I was coming off of having watched my business become extinct by the digital age and I had been contracting for about a year. It was a strange time when I was just learning what I now know better than anyone but after having been much more on top of the world than ever, and fallen. In short, I had a job. It was my first job ever (first W-2 job, not self employment) and I was excited to do well. I sincerely wanted to out-perform everyone and to make my boss glad he'd hired me. It was perhaps the most naive time of my new employment.

At this particular point, I was working for one of the many owners of the company who wasn't my direct superior. It turns out, everyone in the company (including the other owners) felt she was something of a talentless waste of input, but she was an owner no less. My direct boss would constantly take me off of her jobs so I could do his, but he'd never step up and tell her that her work was needless and that he was going to continue to have me work on other projects while her work was intentionally ignored.

Now, a better boss would have taken this matter into hand and he would have explained that this particular owner's input was a waste of resources and he would have curtailed the intrusions. He didn't have the backbone for that I guess so he let her continue to submit orders to me, and continued to tell me to put them below other work on the priority list. This would really piss off the other owner submitting requests, who I used to call Super Donkey. I believe most people still call her that.

So, there I was. I was a new manager, with a sincere desire to please everyone and no sense that one owner could be less than another, yet with clear directions from my direct superior that I shouldn't spend any resources on the Super Donkey's work. I didn't see how much I was being hung out to dry back then, so I tried to handle it in stride.

Whenever Super Donkey would come in and ask for her work, I'd pleasantly tell her I was trying my very best to get to it, but that a few other orders were above her work. She'd come in again...and again...and again. I'd continue to smile and pleasantly tell her that she was "next" on the list. Now, that is an interesting thing to say..."next" I mean. "Next" is the thing that you never get to...but it gives hope because it is RIGHT THERE to be done...well, next! It is like saying, "have hope, but know that it is unfounded."

So, after time passed, Super Donkey got good and pissed that her work was being ignored. Sure as there was no clear talent or value added by the Donkey, there was a certainty of her own that she was relevant and important...and seemingly she didn't see that she had been marginalized by her own peers and co-owners. Her anger grew until she complained to my boss to do something to get me in line. She added that I seemed to smirk at her every time I told her that her work wasn't done.

In the end, my superior called me into his office to tell me to continue to put off Super Donkey's work, and to stop smiling at her. He had a big theory that my smiling was "like that oriental thing" about smiling. Apparently, in his racist wisdom he concluded that my smiling was inappropriate in the same way that asian people are inappropriate to white folks. My words, but they make my point. The bigger point is that the only thing we addressed was my smiling as it was a forgone conclusion that Super Donkey's work was, under no circumstances, to be given more attention.

I marvel that a head of a big company can not only take no responsibility for controlling the waste brought by a fellow owner, but can then have such blinders on that he could actually call me in to tell me to stop smiling. It is the perfect example of a leader going through the motions, without the potential for actually doing anything to better the situation for the sensible majority. To interject the racist stuff, well, that is just the icing on the cake.

Sitting here I know that my smiling was probably odd. I was nervous as hell and didn't really know why I was doing the work of my superior (in shutting down this pathetic owner). I am sure I made everyone feel peculiar by smiling while saying I'd have to try to get to work that anyone in the know knew was never going to be slated for actual production. But, I still sit in wonder to know that Super Donkey is still submitting orders and some poor sod is trying NOT to smirk at her. If he knows she is a waste, he wants to laugh in her face...otherwise, he doesn't know what else to do.

What he does know, or soon will, is that his boss ain't going to do a damned thing about it beyond tell him to stop smiling, dammit. Instead, his boss will just continue to grin his own gummy grin and lie to the Donkey so she won't feel the sting of the truth. He won't make waves because he isn't concerned about the business first and foremost. He is just putting out fires and going through the motions by pushing on the more expendable resources. An owner is NOT such a resource. Further, an owner might pose a real threat and poor leaders never put themselves in a position of vulnerablity; not when there is a lower man on the totem who can deal with the dirty work.

...in the next Donkey Chapter, mabye I'll tell the story of the time the Donkey reworked a meeting with a client that had to then be re-reworked to re-exclude her from her own department's business dealings. I forget what a waste of space Super Donkey really is. I'd say "was" but...

"She's still there and I'm all gone..."

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Fri - December 31, 2004

Blog 2005


I have to admit, there is no good reason for me to start writing a blog. I wanted to do it to sort of start over from where my last blog went. Things are a lot different these days. I figured I could write them all down here. Some of this stuff may put people off, some of it may push legal boundaries, some of it may give too clear a picture into things that I don't even understand about myself. Odds are, none of it will do any of that. I just wanted to play with the technology of it. Syd is starting her radio station, I have been in need of a project, and life has moved on in so many directions that I can't even begin to tell about them all.

I'd love to say I'm starting this blog as an introspective effort to better understand all of this, but I'm not. I just wanted to see what could be done with a blog that doesn't follow me into the crazier things of old.

See you in 2005.

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