Monday again? Where did the week go?
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Actually, I’ll tell you where it went: to eating, eating, and more eating. I’m now five and a half pounds heavier than when I came out West. Given how much I eat on even non-Thanksgiving weeks, that’s a hell of an ‘accomplishment’.
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Where it also went: to driving. Living in New York, I forget how much time the rest of the world spends in cars.

Still, there’s no better place to sing, to really belt something out, then alone in the driver’s seat, hurtling down the highway at 85 miles an hour.

Similarly, I listen to lyrics much more carefully while driving. I hadn’t previously realized, for example, that Sufjan Stevens’ Casimir Pulaski Day is possibly the most wrenchingly heartbreaking song I’ve ever heard.
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And, somehow connected to that but not really, thank you Kate for the ‘Happy breakupversary!’ text message that totally made my week.
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In between the driving and the eating, I was actually fairly productive. Some good investor meetings, and a chance to lock down our next Cyan / Long Tail hire.

Which reminds me of a quote I came across earlier this week, from management guru Tom Peters:

“Never hire a human being who had a 4.0 in college. If they had a perfect GPA, it means they bought the act and never screwed around. Now a 2.0 is probably not so good. But the ones who had 3.0, yeah! Those are the freaks you want!”
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Also, while I didn’t do any Black Friday shopping, I did take advantage of a sale or two earlier in the week. Most important of which being one that led to the discounted purchase of a black velvet blazer with peaked collars and grey pin-stripes.

Hugh Heffner, step aside.