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Bloom's Camera Catalogue Circa 1950 On Christmas Eve, my Dad’s retail camera shop closed early, and we knew we’d have him with us all that next day. Really just with us, even if he was too tired for much conversation after working the very long hours of the retail Christmas season. New Year’s […] Modeling My Grievances! I was much inspired by Thomas Wailgum’s post today about how various “tech vendors, CIOs, analysts and other assorted IT types” had let him down in 2010. It’s a great catalogue of bad behavior by people and companies who should know better, and I enjoyed it so much that I […] For those of you who haven’t started your list, here’s mine for Thanksgiving 2010: Ron Wallace — if you haven’t met The Wallace, you’re in for a treat. He’s smart (and never flaunts his far greater intellect than mine), beyond funny (especially when doing those imitations of all the satellite systems he’s helped design), […] What follows is an email I wrote to friends and family on 9/13/2001 after arriving home safely in what can only be described as the great HR Tech Conference evacuation of 2001. It was a very scary time, and what I wrote captures both my fears and my anger. If I’d had a blog then, […] Yahrzeit Candle From my Dad I inherited: his ability to tell a good story, to make a point while making you laugh; his commitment to active friendship, the kind of friendship that does what you need even when you don’t know you need it; his belief that any day on […] Istanbul was Constantinople, now it’s Istanbul. Ron and I were traveling from from 4/30 through 5/17/10 from Istanbul to Venice, soaking up “best” practices in HRM, the HRM delivery system and HR technology every step of the way. I did some live tweeting from “the road” and sent frequent travel bulletins to friends […] Bloom & Wallace, Silicon Valley 1973 For those of you who haven’t started your list, here’s mine for Thanksgiving 2009: Ron Wallace — if you haven’t met The Wallace, you’re in for a treat. He’s smart (and never flaunts his far greater intellect than mine), beyond funny (especially when doing those imitations […] |
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