a blog about information
Noticed a cartoon in today’s Wall Street Journal suggesting that with the credit crunch and the stock market slide, we weren’t going to be inundated with credit card applications in the post.
And it made me wonder. Is spam recession proof? Will it fragment? Will I continue to get Nigerian begging letters and pharmaceutical offers but no more loans and cards? Or shall I get even more credit repair offers?
I wonder.
We all get stuck in our ruts, do our habitual haunting of our comfort zones. Take music for example. I spend most of my time listening to music made between 1964 and 1973; probably half my music is from the period 1966-1971. I enjoy my jazz and blues and classical; I do listen to music made after 1973, but just not that much. And, with children aged 21, 16 and 9, I get a vicarious feel for modern music.
Or so I thought.
Until I looked at this list at Debanter, a blog I found via twitter. And I couldn’t recall hearing of any of the bands or albums, much less actually hearing any of them.
Maybe this is the kind of stuff Casablanca listens to while pooh-poohing Jermolene’s taste? One way or the other, I have to try them out. Because.
I’ve known Tom Ilube for a couple of decades now, amazing just how quickly the time’s gone. We used to work together in the late 1980s, sharing an office in Farringdon Road, and our paths have criss-crossed regularly since; when he was at Goldmans and I was at DrKW, then at the BCS and, more recently, at WCIT. He’s a start-up kind of guy, and clever as well, so I tend to track what he does. For the last couple of years he’s been at Garlik, an interesting start-up in the identity space.
We also share a passion for education; when I last heard, Tom was involved in a very exciting project in West London. Watch this space.
But that’s not why I’m writing this. Tom has finally done the decent thing and started his own blog. Here. He’s always been open, forthright and engaging, so I look forward to reading him. Especially when he promises to “talk of life, and laugh”. Welcome, Tom. [And by the way, I prefer the Neil Diamond version….]