• Just An Online Minute... Endings Are Really Beginnings... Or Something Like That
    I have tried to write this a good 80 times this week. When thanking people that I met through this beat who inspire and influence me, whom I grew to trust, whom I could share an inappropriate laugh or story with, people who were beacons of real in the murky waters of the ultimate schmoozefests -- well, I didn't want to leave anyone out. But I'm afraid I will. So I get word-stunted. Keep in mind I'm a shower thinker, so if I have left you off, realize I'll kick myself in the shower later, which will be more frequent …
  • Just An Online Minute... Waggener Edstrom Cures The Winter Blues
    Last night I popped out of the 4 at Grand Central around 6:15 p.m. a time at which I really don't like to be caught in that beautiful old travel hub. The key is to plant your head aggressively forward, your feet unwavering, and your shoulders at the offense -- and you just GO. It helps to harness a little crazy eye --which I do -- to part the sea of people in front of you. At least until you connect with another crazy eye and it becomes a duel of wills, but that's a story for another day.
  • Just An Online Minute... Robbers Report To The Rose Club To Cop Champagne And Apps
    When I first started writing this column, the immediate obvious stress was knowing absolutely NO ONE at these shindigs, with the sub-stress of what the hell to wear. I had spent the earlier part of my career in an Internet technology lab where jeans and hoodies were the norm, and then I also observed other bloggers and the hipster tech crowd sporting more of the same. But the events were different and my role was different. I had to blend, I had to be part of the party, not the frumpy weirdo in the corner creeping and taking notes. Last …
  • Just An Online Minute... Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy?
    Tonight I'm heading to The Plaza Hotel, The Rose Club to be exact. I can't believe that in the three years of writing this column, The Plaza has been a wanted destination not yet realized, until now. I feel like I should hit some thrift stores for a full-length faux fur coat before heading over there - or maybe get a little lip enhancement so I can quack my way through the lobby unnoticed. I'll fill you in on the event tomorrow, but you can be confident with your guess that it's not for the launch of WalMart's latest ammo …
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