Don’t Reward What You Don’t Want

Oh, the joys of getting old(er). I just received a sales call for an “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” system. Instead of being forthright, the caller was “just confirming delivery of the system.” When I tried to say I wasn’t interested, she talked over me, following her script.

I’m not sure what bothers me more: that some businesses consider deception and rudeness a viable business strategy, or that these business target seniors.

Please, read the Boulder Pledge1 and consider expanding its application from spam email to junk mail and junk phone calls:

“Under no circumstances will I ever purchase anything offered to me as the result of an unsolicited e-mail message. Nor will I forward chain letters, petitions, mass mailings, or virus warnings to large numbers of others. This is my contribution to the survival of the online community.”


  1. Yeah, I’ve written about the Boulder Pledge before

Season of Giving

Please join me in giving blood. It doesn’t cost anything but a little time.1 In return, you get that warm feeling from knowing you helped someone who really needed it.


  1. Today, I gave a unit in 4 minutes, 13 seconds. That’s fast! Well, that, plus a bunch of time because I was a drop-in instead of getting an appointment. 
Live-Action Shot

Live-Action SMF Shot

I showed up early for my flight home tonight and the flight was delayed. Balance in the universe is maintained.

What are the odds that I would find someone I know in the SMF airport? You’re right — zero. But it didn’t stop me from trying.

In my search, I walked by a shop selling GoPro Hero cameras. It inspired me to live an action-filled life worthy of an “activity image capture” camera. Hence, the shot above.

Finally, a pro-tip for you: when taking self portraits in an airport, it’s probably best to cover the flashing indicator that suggests a countdown timer. Just sayin’…1

I hope your evening has been as action-filled relaxing as mine.


  1. No, I didn’t get to meet the TSA, but as I was sitting at the end of terminal B with my camera propped on the window sill facing the length of the terminal and blinking like crazy, I was wondering how long before I was tackled to the ground and hauled away. For all subsequent selfies, I put the camera a little lower and angled away from other people. No tackles! 

R.I.P. The Blog, 1997-2013

R.I.P. The Blog, 1997-2013, by Jason Kottke. “Blogs are for 40-somethings with kids.” Guilty, as charged. Yet, like Jason, I plan to continue writing/posting online.

I blame the death of blogging on its success. Web content has become so common that it’s virtually worthless. The continuous flow of the new is a stream. If you miss something, don’t worry. More effluent will be flowing by whenever you look…

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A View From ~4A

I had a great flight from Portland to Sacramento this morning. I sat next to a talkative fellow who works for a company that makes shipping packaging for foods. Little did I know there are industrial-sized versions of the blue, plastic packing pillows we get in online purchases.

It’s more proof that anyone can teach you something interesting, if you’re willing to talk.1


  1. And many times, I’m not. Sometimes, I’d rather just hide in a book.