The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,200 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.
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I am told that the world ended on December 21st. Not a minute too soon.
Not that anyone would miss it. Not after this year!
Oh, yes, it started with great promise. New Year’s Eve came with celebration, with hopes for a bright and wonderful future and of course, with the mandatory resolutions and promises for change. By the next morning, New Year’s Day, throbbing heads and broken vows ushered in a year of faded hopes and broken dreams. Three hundred and sixty-five crappy days to go.
It was a year where hopes were raised, only to be dashed again.
Arab Spring deteriorated into failed states and lost dreams. We marvelled at the courage of the people in the streets. We hoped for their liberation and the creation of authentic democracies. We watched as the dreams faded. We saw the new political order echo the words of the Who – “meet the new boss, same as the old boss”.
Not that things were any better on this side of the ocean. The US election was a giant disappointment. Was their ever a time when that nation truly needed to reinvent itself, to have a vigorous debate and contest of ideas? This was truly an opportunity to unite a nation and meet the challenge of a difficult future. Instead, it fizzled into schoolyard name calling where a divided nation electing the person they feared the least and even that by only a slim margin. Deadlocked and leaderless, the once most powerful nation in the world marches lemming-like towards a fiscal cliff of their own making.
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A post has been making the rounds on the internet titled, “It’s Becoming Clear That No One Actually Read Facebook’s IPO Prospectus Or Mark Zuckerberg’s Letter To Shareholders.”
I had to admit that I was on the people who hadn’t read it. Of course, why would I? I wasn’t going to be buying any Facebook shares.
I didn’t need the prospectus to know that the hype was not justified. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t find a rationale that supported the price.
Where do I start?
If you understand what is going on in the world of on-line advertising — if you did the slightest bit of homework — it would be obvious that it would have taken a small miracle for Facebook to deliver earnings that would justify the sale price. The only people who were going to make money on this deal were the original shareholders and those same people who gave you the mortgage backed securities debacle that nearly torpedoed the US economy.
Or even without understanding the industry, if you looked at the fundamentals alone — earnings versus share price — there was no possible support for the share price.
The only explanation I could find for the price? P. T. Barnum once said, “There’s one born every minute.” I wasn’t going to be part of it. So I paid no attention.
And frankly, I wrote off Zuckerberg.
That, as it turns out, was a mistake. Continue reading
Harvard University’s MBA program made front page news today as Siddartha Gautama, also known as “the Buddha” addressed the graduating class of 2013.
“For many of you, ” Buddha said in his opening remarks, “this day represents a moment that you have anticipated and waited for — the success that you have craved for many years. That, I would humbly submit, is where you have made a grave error. Continue reading
I’m about to call you to wish you a happy Father’s day. I talked to you just a few days ago – it was your birthday – so I won’t have a lot to say on this call. I will have a lot that I could say. I probably won’t say all of the things that I’ve been thinking.
I got your recent email. The chirpy tone and bringing me up to date with what was happening made me feel strange. Didn’t you know that we’ve broken up? Didn’t you get the message?
When I stopped coming around, didn’t you ask why?
Now, how do I say it? Let me try this.
Get lost. Scram. Get out of my life. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
It’s sad that things have come to this. We used to be so close. I was your number one guy. You remember the pet name you called me? Elite. I simply called you Air Canada but I did it with such affection. Continue reading