Monthly Archives: April 2009

The Blog First Aid Station at Orange Conference

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We’ve got a really cool bloggers lounge kicking off over at The Orange Conference. I’m pretty pumped to meet as many people as possible.

One of the neat things that happened last night at the Orange Tweetup (thanks Kenny!) was a lot of discussion about blogs (of course) and what the best “platform” is and how can I do “this” and how do I fix “that”…

Well, I’ll be having a make shift “First Aid Station” for bloggers in the Bloggers Lounge (not exactly sure what this means or what this looks like) but feel free to stop on by and ask all of us questions about blogging, strategies, practices, platforms, etc.

We’ll help you out as best as we can. We can’t promise that we’ll save the world, but we’ll shake your hand and talk shop!

See you there!

Sorry IE6.0…

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I’m so tempted to blast IE6 users in the face for accessing my sites with such a deprecated browser…

If you want, do the following:

  1. Open header.php
  2. Put this code anywhere between the <head> and </head> tags:

    <!–[if lte IE 6]>
    <STYLE>@;/*
    <![endif]–>

  3. Laugh as any IE6 users who try to read your blog will have insta-crash.
  4. Smile.

What are you doing to enhance web browsing standards today?

;)

Functional.

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I’m back.

Kinda.

I feel like I got tossed into a blender at a large party without the lid on and parts of me are all over the kitchen walls, ceiling, other people, etc.

Sorry about that. What a mess.

But, I’m functional. I’m at work today. I’m doing “stuff.” I think it’ll take a bit of time to process through it all, but, that’s fine.

Expected.

One thing I’ve gotta say is how amazingly blessed we are to have one heckuva supportive community around us. Thanks everyone who dropped a line on Twitter, the blog, text message, phone call, etc. You guys are awesome.

It’s really helped. Seriously. Praise God.

Big week this week. Time to get started.

What About Baby?

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Every night we have the same routine: Roenne takes a bath, brushes her teeth, tons of hugs and kisses, lots of books, hop into bed, and then prayer.

We pray every night and pray for the same things, for simplicity’s sake.

We pray for “Umma,” (mom in korean) “Appa,” (dad in korean) “Roenne,” “Green Elephante,” (my daughter speaks a bit of spanish) “Grey Elephante,” (there’s a grey elephant in her bible story of noah and the ark) and then we pray for specific items that happened that day.

A few months ago we started adding one more person to the list: “Baby.”

Tonight I prayed with her and left out the last part.

Roenne picked up on it and asked:

Appa, what about baby?

I looked at her, through my now blurry eyes, and said:

You’re right sweety, Appa forgot. … Dear God, thank you for baby.

She nodded, rolled over calmly and whispered:

Thanks.

No sweety, thank you.

Jerk.

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Some people have the gift of mercy and others apparently don’t.

Some people know exactly the right words to say and then there are a few that really don’t get it.

Some people don’t really know how to be a jerk and then there are others who have obviously practiced.

One guy emailed me and told me, essentially, that this happens a lot and that I shouldn’t be too concerned and that I’ll get over it because it (again) “happens to a lot of people”. He proceeded to send me tons of “factual” data and scientific findings.

Thanks.

That’s like telling me at my friend’s funeral that: “Hey, everyone dies eventually, right? You’ll be fine. I mean, we’ve all gotta go sometime, right?”

Could you, sir, be more socially-retarded?

Sorry, /ranting a bit… For those with strong sensibilities here’s the picture I wanted to throw up but couldn’t.

Puaha… that feels a bit better… … … … only a little.

Filling Holes.

holes[The reason I’m posting this is because I hope this can attempt to explain why I might be a little “unavailable” for a bit of time, why I’m not in Southern California right now laughing it up with @loswhit at Catalyst West, why I’m not answering many phone calls, and why I’m not on Twitter with my usual chatter… although a number of queued up posts will be auto-firing some tweets now and then… Apologies in advance… I’ll get to all of them as I can.]

Yesterday began pretty much “business as usual” with an early start, a robust darkly-brewed coffee, and a nice morning “find” (found the last chocolate doughnut in the pantry…!) that kicked it off pretty well.

After getting to the office I knocked out a few emails and I was feeling great. It all went a little downhill from there.

My wife had a scheduled doctor’s appointment with our OB/GYN in the morning and it was essentially a routine checkup about her pregnancy. For those that didn’t know my wife was pregnant with our 2nd child that we had been anticipating for a while.

I say was because that is no longer the case.

Before noon (I can’t really remember the timing of it all) I received a phone call from my wife who, with a quivering voice, relayed to me perhaps the worst news that I have ever personally received:

There’s no heartbeat John.

I’m not sure if I can describe the particular emotion that I felt but it was unlike anything I have experienced.

After hanging up the phone because she had to discuss with our doctor about “next steps” I sat there in silence.

I knew it was coming.

A brief moment of clarity gave me enough wisdom to attempt to find a room in which I could “just let go” and not disturb those around me.

I got up and ran to the other side of the building. I’m not sure what I was looking for but I didn’t find it immediately. I kept going.

I happened to stumble into Tim’s office, mumble something to the effect of “You got a sec…?” I paused, dropped an F-Bomb as I fumbled to find a chair, and proceeded to weep so hard that I began to bleed all over the office, chair, floor, and Tim.

I hope that blood-stain comes off those jeans bro… those looked expensive.

I’m not exactly sure what occured next and in what order but I remember some of my senior executive staff come and pray for me. Dan, Bob, Bill, Rick… you guys are the best.

The rest is just a blur.

It’s only been 24 hours but it seems like eternity.

I feel like there is this great big hole is in my heart and I’m not sure how to fill it, but it definitely feels empty and I want it to be filled so badly because it hurts so much.

Pray for my family, my wife, my daughter, and the surgery this Friday. I’ll see you guys on the flip-side.