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    You've got to do this if you do weird eclectic things on your iPod.

    Ignore this posting if you don't like eclectlic music, but I recommend you download every version of Begin the Beguin (by Cole Porter) you can find on iTunes from every possible artist. In every style, every decade. Download, then play them in order. It will blow your mind.

    Let me know what you think. I think it's amazing. Maybe you have another suggestion.

    You may know Begin the Beguin it was voted in the Top 5 songs and lyrics of the entire 20th century. Popular for more than 40 years. Amazing more people don't remake it now.

    Begin the Beguine (Cole Porter)

    When they begin the beguine
    It brings back the sound of music so tender
    It brings back a night of tropical splendor
    It brings back a memory ever green

    I'm with you once more under the stars
    And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
    Even the palms seem to be swaying
    When they begin the beguine

    To live it again is past all endeavor
    Except when that tune clutches my heart
    And there we are swearing to love forever
    And promising never, never to part

    What moments divine, what rapture serene
    Till clouds come along to disperse the joys we had tasted,
    And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
    I know but too well what they mean.

    So don't let them begin the beguine,
    Let the love that was once a fire remain an ember
    Let it sleep like the dead desire I only remember
    When they begin the beguine

    Oh yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play
    Till the stars that were there before return above you
    Till you whisper to me once more, Darling, I love you
    And we suddenly know what heaven we're in
    When they begin the beguine
    When they begin the beguine

    Says Boy George (on tea vs. sex)

    "I would rather a cup of tea than sex." Boy George.

    Can you give up Lent for Lent?

    And is Jerry Garcia grateful to be dead?

    In a search just now for Lent-appropriate quotes, I found this cute site.

    To dust you will go.

    When I was a child, this was the day they smeared ashes on your forehead and told you: You are dust and to dust you will go. Something very close to that, anyway.

    To me back then, Lent was a 40 day build-up to Easter chocolate and, meanwhile, a time to give up the things you love too much.

    I read today that Lent originally was a 40-hour period (symbolizing the 40 hours between crucifixion and the biblical resurrection) and that the word originally just meant "spring." I never knew that.

    It feels like spring today in San Francisco. It finally stopped raining. And there are people walking around my neighborhood with ashes on their foreheads. To dust we will go, I suppose.

    Who cares?

    This song (and these lyrics) were on the CD I told you about yesterday. God, they almost made me cry driving home from the Woz interview yesterday, and crying is not good going down 280 90 miles an hour in heavy rain.

    So I looked up the lyrics to see what the heck made me so sentimental.

    Answer below:

    who cares

    by Suzzy

    I like to watch tv
    listen to the news
    hear what everybody is saying
    there's a lotta talk about God
    peace and safety and
    war and fear and
    there goes a girl in a bikini

    this guy's saying that guy's an idiot and
    she's on the right he's on the left and
    everybody's screaming and yelling at each other and
    calling each other jerks
    it's a party

    who cares where the truth lies
    who cares where the truth lies

    guys dressed up in suits and ties
    look you straight in the eyes
    telling lies
    but I really wish I knew
    what they were talking about
    meanwhile human beings
    are being strung up on bridges and
    little kids are getting their legs blown off and
    young soldiers are coming home no more

    if you live in new york city
    keep your eye on he sky
    afraid to take a subway ride
    wondering about the next time
    the next time

    who cares
    who cares

    so I look inside my own angry heart
    the violent world
    of my misdeeds and my mistakes
    my old messy heartbreaks
    and fantastic fakes
    the good intentions paved in gold
    another war story gets told

    I like to watch tv
    listen to the news
    hear what everybody is saying
    I think that I'm a dove but
    maybe I'm a hawk and
    someday I will fly away

    who cares where the truth lies

    What Tom Delay said at Ruth's Chris Steak House.

    Contributed to me by Steve Wozniak, who got it from Sharon G.
    1) "I AM the federal government." Tom DeLay, to
    the owner of Ruth's Chris Steak House, after
    being told to put out his cigar because of
    federal government regulations banning smoking in
    the building, May 14, 2003

    2) "So many minority youths had volunteered that
    there was literally no room for patriotic folks
    like myself." --Tom DeLay, explaining at the 1988
    GOP convention why he and vice presidential
    nominee Dan Quayle did not fight in the Vietnam
    War

    3) "Now tell me the truth boys, is this kind of
    fun?" Tom Delay, to three young hurricane
    evacuees from New Orleans at the Astrodome in
    Houston, Sept. 9, 2005

    4) "We're no longer a superpower. We're a
    super-duper power." Tom DeLay, explaining why
    America must topple Saddam Hussein in 2002
    interview with Fox News

    5) "Nothing is more important in the face of a
    war than cutting taxes." Tom DeLay, March 12,
    2003

    6) "Guns have little or nothing to do with
    juvenile violence. The causes of youth violence
    are working parents who put their kids into
    daycare, the teaching of evolution in the
    schools, and working mothers who take birth
    control pills." Tom DeLay, on causes of the
    Columbine High School massacre, 1999

    7) "A woman can take care of the family. It takes
    a man to provide structure. To provide stability.
    Not that a woman can't provide stability, I'm not
    saying that... It does take a father, though."
    -Tom DeLay, in a radio interview, Feb. 10, 2004

    8) "I don't believe there is a separation of
    church and state. I think the Constitution is
    very clear. The only separation is that there
    will not be a government church." Tom DeLay

    9) "Emotional appeals about working families
    trying to get by on $4.25 an hour [the minimum
    wage in 1996] are hard to resist. Fortunately,
    such families do not exist." Tom DeLay, during a
    debate in Congress on increasing the minimum
    wage, April 23, 1996

    10) "I am not a federal employee. I am a
    constitutional officer. My job is the
    Constitution of the United States, I am not a
    government employee. I am in the Constitution."
    Tom DeLay, in a CNN interview, Dec. 19, 1995


    (from Sharon Blasgen to Woz...I guess this should appease everyone, pro- or anti-DeLay)

    Says Don Cuppitt.

    A God out there and values out there, if they existed, would be utterly useless and unintelligible to us. There is nothing to be gained by nostalgia for the old objectivism, which was in any case used only to justify arrogance, tyranny, and cruelty. People [forget] ... how utterly hateful the old pre-humanitarianism world was.

    Jaws was never my scene, and I don't like Star Wars.

    Today, probably due to the stress and energy of trying to promote my new DNA book along with my new company, the brand new webcam game company Eye Games, I found my mind wander to the oddest place.

    I started thinking about that bizarre Queen song, Bicycle Race,and obsessing over where he actually attacked pop culture by saying "Jaws was never my type, and I donj't like Star Wars."

    I guess he was one of the earliest rebels of pop culture, which inevitably leads to filthy,germy action characters under your couch. (I have a little boy.

    Anyway, here are the lyrics in case you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about.

    by Freddy Mecury

    I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my bike
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride it where I like
    You say black I say white
    You say bark I say bite
    You say shark I say hey man
    Jaws was never my scene
    And I don't like Star Wars
    You say Rolls I say Royce
    You say God give me a choice
    You say Lord I say Christ
    I don't believe in Peter Pan
    Frankenstein or Superman
    All I wanna do is
    Bicycle bicycle bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my bike
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my
    Bicycle races are coming your way
    So forget all your duties oh yeah!
    Fat bottomed girls
    They'll be riding today
    So look out for those beauties oh yeah
    On your marks get set go
    Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
    Bicycle bicycle bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    Bicycle bicycle bicycle bicycle
    Bicycle race
    You say coke I say caine
    You say John I say Wayne
    Hot dog I say cool it man
    I don't wanna be the President of America
    You say smile I say cheese
    Cartier I say please
    Income tax I say Jesus
    I don't wanna be a candidate for
    Vietnam or Watergate
    Cos all I wanna do is
    Bicycle bicycle bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride my bike
    I want to ride my bicycle
    I want to ride it where I like

    The not-so-humble story of me. (Ahem.)

    An article about me appeared in the San Francisco Biz Inc. last week. I finally received permission from them to post it here.

    My favorite part: Where the writer says I have the humility of someone who is not humble.

    Hey, I resemble that. No humble person would ever publish a blog. Would they?

    Published: Friday, June 04, 2004

    BY RHONDA ASCIERTO

    Rarely is opportunity fortuitous. Though Gina Smith says hers is a story of luck, her trip from journalist to CEO to novelist has everything to do with hard work and tenacity.

    And, well, maybe a bit of luck.

    Of the swarm of reporters covering Silicon Valley's tech boom in October 1999, it was Smith whom Oracle Corp. CEO Larry Ellison handpicked to run his latest startup, The New Internet Computer Co. (NIC), based in San Francisco.

    That's right, a journalist with no management experience to run his fledgling company.

    At the time, Smith was fresh into a TV job co-hosting CNET's hour-long tech show on CNBC with Richard Hart. She was approached for the spot after a four-year stint as a tech expert for ABC shows including "Good Morning America" and "World News Tonight" with Peter Jennings.

    Smith has that rare mix of being accessible, attractive, likable and knowledgeable about computers -- and her journalism career was on fire.

    When Ellison asked her to dinner that fall, Smith already had co-authored two books, "Toolbook: Programming for Non-Programmers" and "101 Computer Answers You Need to Know." She had spent 11 years as an editor and writer for various computer magazines, writing the "Inside Silicon Valley" tech column for the Sunday Examiner Chronicle and hosting a radio show about computers.

    When Ellison stunned her over dinner with his offer to maker her CEO of NIC, her career was at an unlikely turning point.

    "He said, 'I'm convinced that executives make messes of things' and he didn't want to hire somebody who was already bureaucratic, you know, from a computer company," Smith recalls. "He said he wanted fresh, out-of-the-box ideas and that I knew everybody."

    After two months of deliberation, Smith agreed to run NIC, a maker of bare-bones, Internet-only computers that sold for $199.

    "I thought 'When am I going to get another opportunity like this?' I mean, Bill Gates has never called me and asked me to run a company for him," Smith jokes.

    The 39-year-old is plain-spoken and friendly, with the humility of someone who is not humble but confident enough not to pretend she is just a clever writer.

    Intelligent, charming and competitive is how mentor David Street describes Smith.

    "I wouldn't call her over-the-top bubbly. She's friendly, she's warm, she's engaging," Street says. "If you have to name her greatest skill, it's engaging with people and getting positive results."

    Street hired Smith in 1987 to be a writer for computer disk-drive maker Core International in Boca, Fla. At the time, Smith had been a crime reporter at The Boca Raton News for two years, but was looking to specialize in a beat that didn't already have a large pool of reporters. She had the chance to cover Microsoft Corp. for the newspaper and figured that if she could learn more about computers, an area not well-covered by the media at the time, she would boost her likelihood of being successful.

    "I've always tried to identify something that's going to be big and then be a journalist or a commentator, or have a company around it," Smith explains.

    She left the computer company after a year to work for PC Week, thanks to a brilliant stroke of luck. Smith had written a letter to the magazine -- on bright blue paper, as is the want of a 23-year-old -- asking for a job. The letter lay crumpled up in the trash can of PC Week's human relations' office when the editor noticed its bright color, pulled it from the trash and called her for a job.

    Of course, luck had little to do with her success as a journalist for the next decade or so.

    Smith says her CEO stint was a blast and "one of the most interesting times in my life."

    Armed with $10 million from Ellison and a Rolodex, she launched the company and sold thousands of its machines. NIC got great media coverage ("I knew how to deal with the press because I knew what a good story was," Smith says) and the kind of access to large corporate partners that only non-reporters can dream of.

    "I could easily call [Sun Microsystems Inc. CEO] Scott McNealy and set up a meeting to see how the NIC could work with the Sun servers," Smith says. "Whereas if I was a startup that didn't already know Scott, gosh, good luck meeting with Sun."

    And, yes, Sun did end up doing a deal with NIC.

    NIC folded in 2003, about a year after Smith left, having failed to make sales goals at a time when personal computers that offered more than Internet access became ubiquitous and cheap.

    Smith was offered jobs as "vice president of this and that" at various Fortune 100 companies. But she returned to her passion for writing and enrolled in the Iowa Writer's Workshop. She wrote the non-fiction book "The Genomics Age," slated for publication in September, as well as a partly autobiographic novel.

    Smith says a personal turning point was when her late mother was diagnosed with cancer in 1998. Her mother, who was part-gypsy, part-Serbian and raised in an Auschwitz gypsy concentration camp, became an epicurean and enjoyed fine wines, rich food and cigarettes. Her mother's illness prompted Smith to become vegetarian, start practicing meditation and run five miles every day, which she still does every morning.

    Smith says her priorities shifted again from her career to being healthy and well-balanced when son, Eric, was born 14 months ago.

    "Before I was all about achieving. É Now I think a lot about Eric and [whether] we can potty train him," Smith says buoyantly.

    Smith may have re-prioritized, but she's still chasing the latest technology. Smith recently became president of Eye Games Inc., a San Francisco-based company that has developed games for the personal computer that put the physical actions of the player onto the screen. A small Web cam records the player's movements while sitting at their computer and beams it on-screen into a computerized basketball game, for example. So the image of the actual player acts like a cursor to shoot a hoop.

    At a small San Francisco cafe, Smith began an Eye Games demonstration for the benefit of this non-gaming reporter. Her enthusiasm soon had the handful of coffee-drinkers in the place swarmed around her computer.

    In no time, she was laughing and chatting with everyone.

    Rhonda Ascierto is a Biz Ink reporter. You can reach her at rascierto@svbizink.com.


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    Title/company: President/ Eye Games Inc.

    Age: 39

    Birthplace: Daytona Beach, Fla.

    Residence: San Francisco

    Education: Bachelor's degrees in chemistry and English, Florida State University, 1985

    Family: Husband, Henry Schaefer, 41; son, Eric Schaefer, 1

    What do you listen to on the way to work? KQED

    What did you listen to 20 years ago: "Soul Mining" by The The

    Favorite comfort food: Raw oats and milk

    Most adventurous act: At 18, I was the first person to demonstrate parasailing in Florida. I went up and down the coast 100 miles, demonstrating to tourists what parasailing looked like and that it was safe. At the time, you had to be a strong swimmer, because parasails didn't land you on the beach -- you ended up 25 to 50 yards offshore.

    Favorite meal: Be bim bop (Korean mixed vegetables with rice)

    Favorite home cooked meal: Penne primavera

    Three items we would always find in your refrigerator: Pellegrino, carrot juice and whole wheat bread

    Three programmed radio stations in your car: KFOG, KQED, KCSM

    Drink of choice: Sparkling water

    Decaf lowfat latte or just a cup of Joe? Venti soy vanilla latte

    Dream vacation: A month at Esalen, Big Sur

    Movies or theater? Theater

    Evening out or evening in? In

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