Christmas Notes

I like to think that I’m becoming more aggressive in my pursuits.
Passivity is a nonchalance that can never be afforded in life, where only effort, expertise
and experience is what differentiates one salesman from the next.

Shaft learning is the only plausible learning grounds for narrow pursuits.

“I used to be in a clan. For Day of Defeat. It was based out of Texas. It was a forum with a
login and a front page with announcements. Very usable website.”

He paused.

“Well we played an old WWII video game where it took teamwork and push to capture multiple
locations. Eventually players would find the strategy in the map and successfully complete the course
against the other team.”

This came from a history with paintball and dirt clod fights.
I found the gig to be nerve-racking. I was violent in my pursuits and non-strategized on how
the company would be perceived in the marketplace. It was shoot, point, and eventually miss,
because I probably should have pointed first. This a video game reference I am talking about.

Wouldn’t want to get sued and it’s no fun in prison when you have all these other pursuits.
I would like to do business with _______. If ___________________ converts to a marketplace,
the whole thing could be rich. But it’s not my company. Neither is _______. Neither is ____________.
Neither is _____________.

They are all just ideas founded upon another’s ideas.

I must realize the grounds that they come from, and the Roots of the crew or whoever is left from the
living history of the company. And how they’ve grown since day one, and how all the founding, rooted ideas have died along with it.

Every year is different.

Every pursuit is different.

If you have a well structured team, that is focused on turning customers (AR/AP/Customer Service/Sales), with a good eye on keeping existing customers
(management, operations, marketing), then the acquiring of new customers should come as easy as holding a sign out of the window.


Fifty Seven Cents

It’s the American hustle.

Relationships are made, broken, repaired, and renewed.

All for the sake of selfish reasoning.

   But that’s okay.

Compassion is the  savior that brings one back to home.



Day After Day

She spoke to me through colored mirrors
  The light and its radiant glow
Could only be seen from the skyline reflected by the mirrors in different shades of red, yellow, blue, and green.

She woke with me
The passion steeped overnight
With the accompanying ripples and sidetracked hearts
In the morning, she rode sidecar.
  And the engine revved and shook the already livid room
She rode with me
  And all the light accompanied
  The rolling, setting, risen sunrise
  And sunsets
  And moons as bright as day.



I feel like what I’ve run into is what the Tobacco industry was. A supplier of Nicotine, in the form of vapor.

It’ll be a dominating industry.

We are the new Milligram Pushers, but there’s a safety and a science and a culture emerging.

And the flavor and the vapor aspect is growing much more popular by each days’ end.

Because the time span comes sooner rather than later.

Wasn’t that what tobacco was all about?

A steady addiction.

To zero milligram.