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  • Mar
    6

    So if you read Guy’s Blog Post (link below) you’ll get some valuable info on how to grow your following on Twitter, but if you step back and analyze HOW he has pulled this post together you’ll learn even more.  Don’t take my word for it - go read, then step back and analyze what he’s done here.  I learned more from seeing how cleverly he crafted this than I learned from the GREAT info he delivered, but then, I’m always reading between the lines. (Hey, that would make a great blog title, LOL)

    How to Change the World: Looking for Mr. Goodtweet: How to Pick Up Followers on Twitter

    I know this is about Twitter and not Squidoo, but in order to promote our Squidoo lenses effectively, we really need to understand the tools of social media, and Twitter is one of the 4 most powerful I’ve observed so far.  So learn from Guy, and use what you learn to expose more eyes to your pages.  Hint: when you get to the part about the SMOREs … and the @-ing them … @ them with a lens link.  You never know how many of the SMORE’s followers will be watching.  If you REALLY want to know how effective this is, use a trackable URL.  Don’t know what that is?  Here’s a link to a blog post that explains it WAY better than I can: 

    Twit tips - how to track twitter clicks

    OK, now I’m off to implement some of the cool things I’ve learned today.  One last thing - don’t spend the whole day in front of your computer.  I know we’re all in a hurry to get to our next point of call, but remember that this is a journey and it’s good to enjoy the cruise.  Bon Voyage!

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  • Mar
    1

    Yesterday Bob and I had the opportunity to drive down to a Farmer’s Market and meet one of our online buddies, known as Chef Keem on Twitter & Squidoo.  We had been conversing via Twitter and enjoying his sense of humor as evidenced by some of his amazingly funny Squidoo lenses like Fuzzy Bunny Slippers or Farting As An Art Form (not exactly what you expect, by the way).  He is a Giant Squid (like me) but has also made the Giant100 club, is a Squid Angel, won the Lensography contest last year … in other words, in the land of the Squidoo, he’s a celebrity. 

    However, he’s also a businessman selling REAL PRODUCTS on the internet.  Chef Keem sells a flavored agave sweetener and some incredible chocolates, and I wanted to see what he does and how he does it, and I wanted to meet his lovely wife KarenBob and I have begun selling his Heritage Heirloom Cutting Boards online through Etsy and on eBay, and we are going to be in the Old Pecan Street Festival this May.  Plus we own a concession wagon and a L’il Orbits donut maker, so we wanted to scope out this event to see if we had anything that might lend itself to our participation in the market.

    Mostly, though, we just wanted to see if Chef Keem was as much fun in person as he is on his lenses and videos.  I can tell you now that he absolutely IS just as charming and easy to be with as you have imagined from seeing his work online.  I can also tell you that the agave is delicious and the chocolates are better than anything you can possibly imagine.

    There was a humongous amount of wind at the market.  Many vendors didn’t bother to come, and those who were there had to take down portions of their tents because of it.  So the vending stations looked a bit “naked” as a result.  However, there were lots of delicious things to be had, and “had at it” we did.  I got some aracauna chicken eggs, some coffee, a surprise for a friend (can’t tell you about it yet - he might read my blog!), some brussels sprouts, some tomatoes (which were scrumptious in my salad!) and a rotisserie chicken. I’m forgetting something, but can’t think what it was.

    It was an utterly delightful experience.  Of course we got some pictures.

    Chef Keem & Bob at the Farmer’s Market Feb. 28, 2009

    Bob brought a cutting board for Chef Keem. We really HOPED he would like it.  We chose one for him that I especially liked - it’s not quite as ornate as some, but it’s one that I felt would actually get used, which is what we intended.  Too often we hear “too pretty to use” and that sort of defeats the purpose.  I also liked this one a lot because the knots in the wood are unduplicatable by their very nature, making this cutting board as unique and unforgettable as Chef Keem and Karen.

    Two of my favorite things: Chef Keem’s chocolates and my Crucianelli accordion!

    Boys will be boys … even when they are past 60! Bob “salutes” behind Karen’s head.
    Chef Keem encouraged him. 

    Bob, Chef Keem, and Janelle the CCGAL - Feb. 2009

    YUMMY!!!  AGA-SWEET ROCKS!!!

    Two more of my favorites: Chef Keem’s Chocolates and my Daughter, Kim.
    Dang, it was hard to share that candy!

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  • Feb
    27

    I was surfing and came across this great article by the Copyblogger on how to create e-books that sell.  It’s a good read, and I recommend it highly. 

    How to Create Ebooks That Sell — Copyblogger

    The good part, and the stimulus for leaving this electronic trail of words, can be found way down the page in the comments section.  Scroll down and look for the name Jack Zavada.  This is only an excerpt:

    An odd phenomenon about the Web is that “Internet Marketers” are writing ebooks about Internet marketing and selling them to each other. Or the rest of us are buying them and saying, “Hey! That’s just the opposite of the last Web marketing ebook I read.”
    [...]

    What I’m most interested in is getting knowledge, experience and wisdom from somebody else’s head into my head. ebooks are a very efficient way to do that, even if you can’t impress family and friends by ostentatiously displaying them on shelves. Well, you could, as printouts in gild-edged leather 3-ring binders. But that’s another post.

    [...]

    It’s the author’s name and content that flop, not the medium.

    Well said!

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  • Feb
    18

    Yesterday I saw an Oprah segment about heroin addiction.  A fellow got hurt on the job, was given pain killers, and ended up addicted to one that’s been in the news a lot, and turned to heroin because it’s cheaper than scoring illegal pain killers on the street.  OK, I followed his reasoning right up to that turning point - that moment in time when he decided that buying heroin and shooting up was the best possible alternative for his problem. 

    Ultimately his wife started shooting up, followed by his two teenage sons after he had done dope in front of them, and they had a small baby - I didn’t get from the story if she’d done the dope while preggers or not - and they ended up on Oprah.  (Because because Maury was booked solid and Jerry Springer’s doing America’s Got Talent?)

    Oprah asked them some pretty shallow questions, but that’s not what griped me as much as the idea that this heroin problem is somehow society’s fault because rehab isn’t free.  Never mind that this family was living in a homeless shelter, not having to pay for their own living expenses and managing to hustle (by their own admission, not my judgment) about $30K/year to pay for driving two hours a day to score their daily fixes, the show managed to pass on an unspoken idea that people aren’t responsible for their own actions and therefore it’s not their fault if they choose to shoot up heroin. 

    Then last night I saw on a major news magazine a segment about “the poor children of Appalachia and their bad teeth due to poverty.”  So I’m thinking, oh, they don’t get enough calcium maybe, and perhaps they don’t get fluoride, or maybe they’re so poor they are living on beans and cornbread and are malnourished so that their teeth are not growing correctly.  These are all things that I would expect if the subjects are described as being
    poverty stricken.

    It turned out they all drink Mountain Dew soda pop, and that’s what’s rotting their teeth.  They even showed a clip of a parent putting soda into a baby bottle for a baby.  So they called it poverty instead of stupidity and blamed it on the soda pop and the company that makes it.

    Hello?  If you can buy soda pop, are you REALLY poverty stricken?  

    When I was living on a lot less with 2 small children to raise, I didn’t have money to buy soda pop, not even the cheap generic stuff.  I know what it takes to put real food on the table when you have hardly got 2 nickels to rub
    together, so I’m not buying this “I’m poor but I can buy Mountain Dew” idea.

    The problem isn’t with the children, and I am glad that they are getting free dental care, but in today’s world I find it hard to believe that anybody could look at that and slant it as poverty instead of poor parenting and manage to shift the blame to the soda pop company.  The unspoken idea that people don’t have to take personal responsibility for their parenting because it’s not their fault their kids’ teeth get rotten from drinking soda pop is
    repugnant to me.

    Have we as a nation really forgotten what critical thinking skills are?

    Has Madison Avenue really taken over our minds so that our education is coming from commercials?

    Say it isn’t so!

    The latest pebble in my proverbial pond is that, thanks to Twitter and other micro-blogging platforms I guess, I can’t seem to get a complex sentence out of anybody in response to anything.  I’m bored with 140 character messages.  It’s like eating cotton candy - ephemeral and unsatisfying over time.  I want real conversation, not sound bytes with embedded subtle sales messages.

    I hope I am not alone in this.

    Any comments less than 140 characters will be returned to you for a rewrite.  I have a red pen and I know how to use it.  *wink*

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  • Feb
    17

    It all started with an off-the-wall event being held in Boise and my normally rational husband getting a proverbial “wild hare” (wild hair?) and deciding we were going to attend (against my better judgement, I must add).  Who drives 2,000 miles in winter to an event that doesn’t jive with anything you believe or represent?  Only an idiot … or a person being driven by my Guardian Angels.

    So drive we did, and if you have been following my blog, you know that it did NOT turn out well.  I refuse to give them any more free publicity, so those people shall remain nameless.  I will share with you, however, that the “Wake-Up” call delivered a powerful message to me, and caused me to see with extreme clarity of vision that I was on the verge of being seduced by the siren song of internet marketing.  Painful though it was, I am grateful to my angels that they got my attention, though I regret that I needed the kick in the teeth to learn that particular lesson.

    The past 2 weeks have been rife with amazing situations and improbabilities that have left me dazed and somewhat bewildered as I look back and begin to catalog them, blessing by blessing.

    Blessed In Dillon

    After the fiasco in Boise, we spent the rest of the day driving across Idaho, landing in Dillon, Montana that night.  Dillon is where Bob’s mom lived for part of her childhood, so we were hoping to find out a little more about the Boone family roots in that town before we went over to see Boone cousins in Butte.

    Monday morning Bob went to the museum; it was staffed by an elderly gentleman named Art.  When Bob told him that he was looking for info on his mom, Art asked him what the family name was. 

    “Boone” Bob replied.

    Art looked thoughtful for a moment as he combed his memories before saying, “Betty.  Rode a mule named Tony.  I used to date her in high school.  Only trouble was, she didn’t date me back.”

    Thus began a wonderful discovery of Bob’s roots on his mother’s side.

    Tuesday morning, after getting some cash from the atm, Bob returned to the museum to purchase a book and to thank Art again for his wonderful assistance only to discover Art wasn’t there.

    “Where’s Art?” he asked.

    “Oh, Art can only work 1 day every 2 or 3 weeks because of his age and physical condition.”

    I ask you … what were the odds of Art being there to talk to Bob about his mom?  Do you think our angels had anything to do with this?  I certainly do; and that was just the beginning.

    Blessed in Butte

    Three nights we stayed with Bob’s cousins in Butte where we were treated like royalty, something that was in huge contrast to our experience in Boise.  Day one we discovered cornish pasties - a delicious meat & potato filled turnover that is a large part of the mining history of Butte.  Next trip, we are going to try Butte’s equally famous Pork Chop Sandwich.

    We toured Butte and the back country around Butte, and were treated to an amazing fund of knowledge possessed by Cousin Bob as he told us not only the history of the places we visited, but provided us with little known tid-bits of info that brought the town to life in our imaginations.  We told him he could make a fortune as a tour guide; next time I’m bringing a recorder along with my camera because his narrative is priceless and needs to be preserved for future generations.

    I ate my very first anchovy in Butte; on our last evening there we were treated to a wonderful dinner at Lydia’s Italian Restaurant by Cousin Bill and his sweet wife Mary, and anchovies were part of the antipasto so I tried one. Salty but delicious!  I can’t believe I waited until I was 51 to try one.

    Lydia’s is nondescript on the outside, but inside there are around 30 stained glass artifacts that are museum quality, some date back into the 1700’s! I took some photos and got information about them - I feel a Squidoo lens coming on, big time!

    Blessed in Deadwood

    Deadwood, South Dakota, is an amazing place.  In a town that’s touted as being “100 yards wide and 6 miles long” (which is pretty darned accurate, it being built in a canyon) there are 30 or more casinos, but all are decorated in the manner of the old west so that the experience is nothing like I have ever experienced in a casino.

    We made our reservations online from Butte, and when we got to our hotel we discovered that we were being given an upgraded room for the same price because central reservations had failed to cut off the promotion 72 hrs. earlier.  So we got the whole coupon book and goodies as if we’d booked 3 days ahead of when we did, AND the upgraded room.

    We have to go back, though, because there’s just no way to see the entire town even in the 2 days we were there.  I wish I could say I was blessed with a big jackpot, but in retrospect I know that had I won a major amount of money, I’d have missed the blessing that was being arranged down the road.

    Blessed at Mount Rushmore

    I have wanted to see Mt. Rushmore since I was very young - and the Crazy Horse Monument since I first read about it in National Geographic in the 60’s.  Seeing them on this trip was the fullfillment of a lifetime’s desire for me.

    The thing that I didn’t expect about Mt. Rushmore is how it would affect me emotionally.  If you have ever sat in a museum and gazed at a work of art that brought tears of joy to your eyes, then you know how I felt as I looked up at those great stone faces.  Yes, it’s a national monument, and yes, it’s a very patriotic place to visit, and yes it’s awe inspiring because of the size and it being carved into a mountain, but it’s also an incredible work of art that stirs your emotions.  Photos don’t do it justice, I discovered, for I have certainly seen a lot of photos of it over the years, and just like my experience seeing the Grand Canyon, it pulled up emotions I can’t begin to express.  I could sit and gaze at the mountain for hours, basking in the feelings it pulls out of my heart.  I am going back at my very first opportunity.

    Blessed at the Crazy Horse Monument

    I was a little disappointed that we arrived at the Crazy Horse Monument too late in the day to do anything other than take a few quick photos, but we received a blessing from our angels none-the-less; I guess they wanted me to recognize that they were still “out there” helping me.  We drove back to Rapid City ready for some dinner, and Bob followed an impulse (literally!) and turned the car into a RodeWay Inn that had a restaurant.  The blessing was hanging on the wall in the cafe: photos of the Crazy Horse Monument taken up close and at an angle unavailable by car.  Turned out the lady who manned the cash register had hiked up the trail the year before; it was on her “bucket list” she shared with us as I took pictures of her pictures.  One weekend each year, in June, they allow hikers to walk up to the monument, and those were her pictures hanging on the walls.  I got goosebumps as I realized our Angels had directed us to her cafe that night.

    Blessed by an Unexpected Snow Storm!

    We left Rapid City that night instead of our original plan to stay.  The weather forcasts were favorable, and we were ready to head home, so off we went planning to put as many miles behind us as we could in order to hurry home.  It began to snow.  Bob was not worried - he has driven in snow before.  I, on the other hand, was all too willing to stop at the first Motel 6 we saw at Wall, only Bob missed the exit and opted to push on.  The snow began falling faster and thicker, and finally Bob decided to find a turn around, and after a little bit of being “lost in the snow” we finally got turned around and found our way back to Wall, where we checked in early and enjoyed a movie and a bottle of wine.  The folks in the store and in the motel registration area both told Bob that the snowstorm was totally unexpected - it just swooped in and surprised everybody they said.

    The next day dawned bright and beautiful, despite about 3 inches of snow falling overnight.  Once we got out of the parking lot, the roads had been plowed and salted and were very driveable, so off we went across South Dakota.

    Blessed at Wessington Springs

    Because we stayed in Wall the night before, we arrived at the turn off to Wessington Springs early in the day.  Because it was so early in the day, we decided we had time to take a 25 mile side trip to see the town Bob’s dad hailed from before he went to Montana.  We figured we’d drive around a little, look for the cemetary, maybe see if there was a museum like the one we found in Dillon, and perhaps visit the cemetary to look for the family name.

    We pulled off at the Wessington Springs exit and pulled into the little gas-n-go convenience store, where Bob asked for some directions.  The gal asked him what name he was looking for, when he told her that he was looking for some information about his father’s family that used to farm there, so he told her “Kleppin.” 

    You could have knocked him over with a feather at that point, because she said, “Oh, I know them. Just a minute and I’ll give ‘em a call and let ‘em know you’re  here.”

    Twenty minutes later we were sitting there drinking coffee with the Kleppin Brothers (aged 78 and 85!) who are Bob’s father’s first cousins; our blessings were just beginning.

    Over the next 2 days we learned about the Kleppin Family history, saw the headstones for the Kleppins who came from Germany and homesteaded in South Dakota, learned about farming and about Wessington Springs, and in general fell in love with the people and the community.

    Bob in the cemetary next to the Kleppin Family Plot Headstone where his Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother (who came from Germany and settled in North Dakota) are laid to rest.

    I cried as we left on Thursday morning, and can’t wait to get things squared away in Austin so I can go back.

    Over the course of these two weeks I watched my husband being transformed from a man who felt old and used up to a man who realizes he has at least another 20 good years left and an entire new field to learn (ok, pun intended now that I see it).  How can I describe this transformation other than a miracle?

    Oh, there was another sync I almost forgot to share:  when we arrived at the home of the elder Kleppin and were shown to our room (after he insisted we stay with him, God Love Him) there was a calendar on the wall that still showed January’s picture.  When I turned it to February, the picture was of Battery Point Lighthouse from my hometown of Crescent City.  How cool was THAT?  It made me feel I was supposed to be there in that room at that time.

    One other cool thing that happened actually happened 3 times; I don’t know what, if any, significance it has, but somehow I feel it’s connected somehow.  On the trip I saw 3 Bald Eagles.  Two were standing on the ground, and one was flying very low and slow so I got a good look at each.  I did not, however, get any photos of them because the car was moving too fast.  They are, however, indelibly etched into my memory.

    One last photo here - this house sits directly across from the Opera House in Wessington Springs - I just really liked how it looks, weatherbeaten though it is.  Not representative of the community in any way, I’m sharing it only because I like it.
     

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  • Feb
    17

    This is from Doug Firebaugh, and is worth the read; man, I wish I could hear the recording! Check this out and learn from it, my friend.

    Social Media Marketing- How to Become an “Expert” in Social Media in 24 Hours | SocialMediaBlogster.com

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  • Feb
    17

    Funniest blog I’ve seen in ages - ya gotta go see!

    This is why you’re fat.

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  • Feb
    15

    This has got to be one of the best free tools out there, and one that I think EVERYBODY who forwards e-mail ought to be using.  You know those crappy forwarding carrots and bars that each forward adds on? Well, this handy little tool gets rid of most of them.  Super easy to use - instead of just hitting forward, you open a new e-mail - which I HOPE you are doing ANYWAY, because friends don’t forward friends’ e-mail addresses for the spambots to harvest - then use the stripper to remove the forwarding carrots et al and paste the clean copy into the new e-mail.  Use it - your e-mail forwards will then be cleaner and you’ll look so much cooler to your friends.  Here’s the link - bookmark it and use it - you’ll soon wonder why EVERYBODY doesn’t use it, then you can be the cool “in-the-know” friend who shares this resource.  Talk about a WIN_WIN_WIN situation!

    Mr. Ed’s E-Mail Bracket Stripper v3.0

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  • Feb
    1

    I love educational seminars the way some people love chocolate, so I was delighted that my schedule would allow me to attend one being held on Super Bowl Weekend.  Admission Price was touted as being the purchase of one CD on a subject with which I was already quite familiar, so we booked our room and started studying the lessons from the CD we purchased as our admission.  Oh, what a FUN experience this was intended to be.

    The event had been advertised as starting at 9:45, and we had completed our registration by 9 am to allow those who had not pre-registered plenty of time and room to complete their process.

    By 9:10, when the doors to the room had still not been opened, our registration having been completed, and having no reason to believe the doors would be opened prior to 9:45, hubby and I decided to go downstairs to partake of a quick breakfast at the buffet.  We sat in view of the registration desk so we would know when the doors were opened - it was a short walk up one flight of stairs which would take us less than five minutes, so we watched the small group of people who, lacking chairs and water, were milling around in overheated discomfort. When the doors opened at 9:30, we paid for our meal and proceeded to the conference room only to be told that they had locked the doors and we were not going to be allowed in.  It was only 9:35! Surely this must be a mistake, I thought, because the papers clearly stated 9:45 was the start time - who locks people out of a seminar 10 minutes ahead of time without any forewarning?

    The door was then opened and we were “allowed” into the room, whereupon we discovered that filming of an introduction was in progress.  Out of professional courtesy and respect to the speaker and the person doing the filming, we stood quietly at the back of the room while scoping out where we could be seated when it was appropriate to move.

    The organizer, who entered behind us with equipment that he had failed to set up prior to the scheduled start time, became enraged, however, and shouted to the room that we were “afraid to walk in front of the camera” and that we should “Get Out.”  His voice was loud and angry.  Heads turned. Mouths dropped open. I left.  (Would YOU have stayed?)

    Now suspend for a moment the fact that he verbally abused me in front of a room full of my associates and colleages after pretending to be my friend, which is a personal matter, and think strictly business for a moment.  Ask yourself this question:  Was this Good Business Practice?  You decide.  Here’s what that one moment of non-professional behavior in a business setting has set into motion:

    Will I ever buy anything endorsed by this person?  No.

    Will I ever buy anything on which this person has placed a testimonial? No.

    Will I ever buy anything from anybody who is associated with this person?  Probably not.

    Will I remember how it felt to be treated with such disrespect? Oh, yes.

    For how long?  For the rest of my life.

    Will I tell my friends and fellow professionals? You better believe it.

    So what’s the take away from this?

    If you expect to be taken seriously as a professional in any occupation, follow Good Business Practices.  Show up on time.  Be clear about your expectations.  Do what you say you will do when you say you will do it.  Use common courtesy and kindness when interacting with others, whether in private or in public.

    People may forget your words, but I promise you they will never forget how you made them feel.

     

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  • Jan
    26

    First off, a disclaimer: I actually KNOW Twenty-twenty and his wife Carol.  I met them at the Unseminar4 back in November of ‘07, when we were “tossed into the soup” together in a make-shift mastermind exercise. 
    Over the past year or so, I’ve come to deeply admire and respect both Carol and Twenty, and to cherish them as honest-to-god real friends.  I look forward each day to reading her Today’s Mantra.
    ,
    OK, that said, Twenty has started up a new internet radio show - well, never to jump in only half-way, two of them.

    Monday nights at 10 pm Eastern, he’s having the first ever Call In Master Mind.  Now I, myself, think this is going to be “THE BIG ONE” because it’s the one that’s going to be the most helpful to me and folks like me.  Think of it as “Master Mind On Demand” … you only use what you need without any guilt over not participating on a regular basis with the “same old, same old” people.  With this call-in format, Serendipty and Synchronicity are going to provide you with exactly what you need to hear from exactly whom you need to hear it from at precisely the perfect time for you to hear it.  This is the one I’m excited about - and it debuts TONIGHT!!!

    One thing you may not know about Twenty-Twenty is that he and Philosopher William James both know that mental life is controlled by noticing.  You’ll notice nuances that can mean the difference between doing OK and doing REALLY GREAT when you begin to focus the way Twenty-Twenty can teach you.

    Please join us on the call tonight - you will be making history and a good decision.  Hear you there!

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