My morning commute – from bed to library, where I write – is about 18 feet. Beats 18 miles, believe me.
But there is one disadvantage (isn’t there always a potential disadvantage with everything?):
My morning commute – from bed to library, where I write – is about 18 feet. Beats 18 miles, believe me.
But there is one disadvantage (isn’t there always a potential disadvantage with everything?):
There’s a famous play called “Waiting for Godot” where two men wait for a guy named Godot to show up. While they’re waiting, they eat, sleep, converse, sing, play games, exercise, swap hats and argue.
Anything to avoid facing the fear that Godot might never show up.
Somewhere in their conversation they sort of admit to each other that neither of them really knows the guy and they might not even recognize him when he shows up.
China was my first “communist country.”
One typically associates the word “communist” with gloomy, despairing scenes in the former Soviet Union or East Germany – people standing in long lines holding ration cards, and workers laboring under cruel, despotic tyranny.
China is, in fact, a beautiful place, and I certainly did not leave with that dreary impression. Everyone was very polite and hospitable. The scenery was exotic and the food was delightful. It was an unforgettable experience, and I highly recommend China as a place to visit.
But make no mistake: China is not a democracy. There are “official views” on certain things, which shall be held by everyone:
My tech-savvy next door neighbor Elizabeth sent me an article about Consumer Watchdog who is deeply concerned that “Google knows more about you than the FBI.”
Google knows every mental itch you’ve ever tried to scratch in the last 5 years. Heck yeah baby…
Dude, Google knows more about you than your WIFE.
When I was about 13 years old I was hot, hot, hot in pursuit of a good stereo system. I would go to all the different shops in town and salivate.
I was at this one store and the guy said, “Have you decided what speakers you want yet?”
I said, “There are some speakers by Boston Acoustics that I really like a lot.”
He said, “BUY THEM.”
A lady named Ruth asked:
“Isn’t this spamming, to automatically put someone on different lists, one they have not subscribed to themselves?”
My reply:
A year and a half ago, my kids’ buddy Alex Smiley, 11 years old, was diagnosed with Leukemia.
He went through a series of punishing Chemotherapy treatments and finally was pronounced cancer-free last fall was pronounced cancer free.
A month ago the Leukemia came back.
Alex has chosen to stand up and FIGHT.
I have a true barn burner for you today. This one is WELL WORTH YOUR TIME.
I have a customer, Bill Bailey, who sent me one of the strangest emails I’ve ever gotten, just a month before my Autoresponder Seminar last September:
> I have never discussed this with you but March 30-June 28, 2007 I
> spent in the federal prison camp in Pensacola. Long story but
> basically I was a little too aggressive in some of my data collections
> methods and got the attention of the FBI (!) and next thing I know I’m
> being indicted and sent to prison (not to mention the $700K in legal fees
> and $150K in restitution.. ouch!).
After about 20 minutes the other marketing guy at the table says, “Perry, you sure are quiet over there. What do you think?”
Uh-oh. He asked, and I just couldn’t stop myself. Our happy little dinner meeting (complete with scalloped potatoes, chicken cacciatore and blueberry pie a la mode) suddenly experienced an abrupt change of direction.
Last September I held my now-famous “Autoresponder Seminar” in Chicago, which as it turns out, was only days before the stock market went into free fall:
Here’s a video from the very first 10 minutes of the seminar, talking about “Let’s say a bunch of big banks and stuff start going out of business and let’s say people are getting on TV on a presidential debate and they’re saying, “This is the worst thing since the depression!”
I go on to talk about how online marketers will go on to survive and thrive: