Oh, Come On!

• Have you seen the Lincoln commercial where Matthew McConaughey is driving at night as if in a Zen moment, having an existential epiphany? It would embarrass “Mad Men,” an exercise in bathos so silly that you have to wonder if McConaughey is actually in a transcendental state over how much he’s being paid for sheer nonsense. Who commissions this absurdity?   • Finally baseball has an exciting series and legitimate hero in Madison Bumgarner and we’re not focused on …


Poverty of Imagination

A woman I don’t know wrote me as part of a mass email this morning asking me to promote her new book to my entire mailing list. I was to include some “offer” so that someone buying the book would receive a zillion dollars in “bonus” value from all of us patsies. The last time I took a look at this, the “bonus” was pure crap, people’s articles that couldn’t be published and audio that couldn’t be sold—a scrap heap …


Hatred and Racism Over Monday Morning Memo!

I receive a lot of email thanking me for Monday Morning Memo (latest one is below) or offering other views. I try to respond to them all. The subscription list keeps growing, now past 15,000. Yet, every so often, perhaps twice a year, the underbelly of society turns up. To give you a glimpse of how much hatred there is for others’ opinions, here’s a response received from someone who made what I felt were racist comments and who I …


The Tipo People

There are many ways to be annoying typo-hunters. Here’s an excerpt from my current Monday Morning Memo:   Monday Morning Perspective: A billion seconds ago it was 1951. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive and walking in Galilee. A billion hours ago no one walked on two feet on earth. And a billion dollars ago was 10.3 hours in Washington, D.C. — Alexander B. Trowbridge, former President, National Association of Manufacturers Someone actually wrote, did the calculations, and told me …


Bizarro World (It’s Not Your Mother’s Fault)

For those of you unfamiliar, “Bizarro” originated in the Superman Comics and was revived on Seinfeld. Essentially, it means “polar opposite,” so there was an evil anti-Superman, an anti-Earth, and so on. However, it may not be strictly fictional or, alternatively, I may no longer be sane. Not long ago, I posted on social media about a woman who ordered a book, then refused to pay for it, return it, or even communicate about it. She simply took the book …


Rehab Me

The mayor of San Diego, after long denying sexual harassment claims, has now apparently gone into “two weeks of intensive therapy” after overwhelming evidence has been brought against him by several women. Therapy and rehab have become way stations on the road to continued degradation. Instead of confessing one’s sins and admitting one’s crimes—which might just lead to true catharsis—politicians, athletes, and celebrities simply go through the turnstile of rehabilitation or therapy to emerge as if from a car wash, …


I’ve Heard This Song Before

An outfit called FreshBooks has put out an ebook that resulted in two dozen emails to me over the past two weeks, all on the same subject. The kinder interpretation was “these guys really learned from you,” and the unkinder was, “these guys are using your stuff.” I downloaded a copy of the free book, speed read it, and immediately found about ten instances where the concepts, examples, or words themselves were mine, on the topic of value based fees, …


On Compassion

Here’s one definition of compassion: sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others: the victims should be treated with compassion. I wrote a Monday Morning Memo recently about achieving certain goals and a woman wrote me to tell me she was in agreement with all of my views but couldn’t implement because she was “stuck.” I took the time to write back and suggest she wasn’t “stuck” and could take action if she’d stop telling herself she …


It’s Not Your Mother’s Fault

Some business and personal practices require the individual to come up with stunningly stupid approaches. These aren’t genetic or hereditary. They are not your mother’s fault. She knew better, so get off the therapist’s couch and take accountability for your own mess. One of the people in my mentoring program, a specialist in sales skills, informed me today that when she suggested to a client that salespeople take more effective notes in meetings with prospects, the legal beagles stepped in …


It’s Not Your Mother’s Fault

It’s Not Your Mother’s Fault: Vol. 1 Issue 3 We get a truckload of Christmas cards, which is wonderful. Many are sent by people from early in our marriage who stay in touch via an exchange of cards. Some people have a tradition of inserting a “family letter” detailing the past year, as if we should be catching up on episodes we’ve missed of Breaking Bad or Dexter. (The last time I printed such a sentiment, some people were incensed …