Freakonomics And Sam Horn

I Love Freakonomics
I Love Freakonomics

You’ve probably heard of Freakonomics.

You probably have not heard of Sam Horn.

I met Sam Horn on LinkedIn.

Sam Horn loves quotes.  jeff noel loves quotes. In fact, jeff noel is addicted to quotes.

Sam feeds quotes to quote-addicted people like me.

She also speaks and writes.  And Sam Horn does them well, very well.

And if you have any common sense at all, you’ll trust me and click here to read this New York Times summary of her book, Tongue Fu.

I have six new ideas from reading this brief, but compelling angle to crafting your pitch, your elevator speech. Seriously.

Why Are You In Trouble?

Intimidated?
Intimidated?

Because you don’t have time to read this.

Because you don’t have time to follow this leadership blog.

Because you keep quoting others and have no quotes of your own.

Because you keep waiting for someone else to change.

Because you feel life isn’t fair.

Because you talk a good talk, but don’t walk a good walk.

Because you’re afraid.

All of these things can be dealt with.  But you don’t know where to begin.

Begin here.

One small daily step at a time.

Humans want quick fixes.

When will you finally accept that life doesn’t work like that?

Life works the opposite.

Second Great Leadership Book

Money Is Good
Money Is Good

Wow.  Ever heard that phrase, “Time flies when you’re having fun?” Can’t believe it’s been nearly two weeks since I started writing about the two top leadership books I read in 2009.

Guess what, I never shared the second book.  The Last Lecture was the second great leadership book I read in 2009.  And the first?

Rich Dad Poor Dad, by Robert Kiyosaki.

How many knew I’ve had a Rich Dad Poor Dad book review over on the right hand column all 2009?

Smart Bomb

Smart Bomb?
Smart Bomb?

The silver bullet, and we’re not talking Coors Light here. Don’t we dream of finding the silver bullet?

The silver bullet for leadership, for customer service, for brand recognition, marketing, market share, sales, etc.

Maybe we are searching for the wrong solution.

Maybe we should be in search of the …. smart bomb.

Smart bomb?  Yes. I just discovered it. (it was right next to the fountain of youth)

My son and his friend are playing video games.

I’m eating some cold, left-over Pasitano’s Pizza for lunch.

Watching them play, with their nine-year old competitive juices flowing, they just got excited about a smart bomb.  I watched the bomb grow in size, until it was a giant bubble on the TV, and then it exploded.

All I could think to do was groan for them, in their apparent loss.  Because, like most bombs, a big explosion does serious damage.

They corrected me, the way nine-year olds do when adults reveal their complete incompetence about stuff they didn’t grow up with.

A smart bomb, when it explodes, makes everyone near it – smarter, more effective.   Better.

Smart bomb.  Has a nice ring to it. Imagine if you worked on something important and then it sort of exploded in your face. Youch.

Or, “EUREKA!”  As in – “Used to express triumph upon finding or discovering something.”

You know, the silver bullet.

Nine-year old blogger!

Nine-year old Blogger
Nine years old blogger

I asked our Son (9) to write something publically. I told him the act of hitting publish is scary for many adults. So he should try to see if it scares him. in a moment, we’ll see if he conquered that fear. Meanwhile, I’d like to ask if you are waiting for some special removal of fear before you begin doing what you really want to do, but are too afraid to hit publish.

Ok, take it away Chapin…

“Hello! I’m a blogger! Chapin Noel (my dad’s son) is your writer today.  Hey, you know Jay Lenno and Wanda Sykes? (no offense).How about comedy with a little less cursing? Would you like that?……… O.K., I CAN’T TALK TO YOU, SO I’LL DO IT!

Joke 1: how the animals got their ages

One day, god summoned the animals all around the world to tell him how long they would like to live.

First, he asked the dog, he said; “Dog, I offer you 20 (twenty) years of chasing squirrels, guarding houses, and being petted.”

“Twenty years!” He exclaimed. “How about ten.” So, the dog lives ten years.

Next, he asked the horse. “Horse, you can go about frolicking, grazing, and transporting for 35 (thirty-five) years.”

“Thirty five!? D-d-d-the  playoffs!? Are you kidding me!? MAKE IT 15!!!!!” Encouraged the horse. “Does it LOOK like I kid?” So, the horse lives 15 years.

Then god did the same with the human.”Human, I give you 20 years to PARTAY(!) and do whatever, whenever!”

The human, (as “greedy” as it can be) was like vice versa all over again. “Just 20? That’s like, $2.99 for a reservation at a hotel. Now, now, let’s make it 80-100, shall we?”

“Well, the first ten years, you play around a lot, then from ages 16-59, you  do a lot  of work, and then, when you’re 60+, you start barking like a dog at people while on your front porch.

EEK! I SAID TO MUCH ALREADY! Bye! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂