Hmm, I haven’t posted in a year and a half. What have I been up to?
Taking a shot at the title–building Coach’s Eye with the most amazing team of engineers and designers I’ve ever worked with. It’s been my team to build and lead which is both humbling and exhilarating. I firmly believe we’re giving the kids in Silicon Valley a run for the money. ;-) Want to know more? Install the software–it’s where my heart and soul can be found.
For the 4th year in a row Betsy Weber, TechSmith’s Chief Evangelist, and I are on a spring road trip to visit the Flash community. I picked up a Flip Mino HD a couple of weeks back which means a real stab at some seriously rich lifestreaming…
The journey begins:
Fast forward to our arrival in Indianapolis 4 hours later and I got a quick chance to ask Betsy and Nick why we were there:
The keynote is at 8:30 AM (just over 5 hours from now as I type). I’ll update as possible.
I’ve dropped my phone a handful of times in the past without effect, but I went to the well one too many times…
So far falls have destroyed my first mac (macbook pro fell out of an unzipped case when I was dropping my dad at the airport) and first iphone (snuck out of my jacket pocket as I was getting out of the car). Definitely one of my favorite devices and its still working despite the damaged screen…do I dare buy a plastic 3G replacement?
The end of an era. Brett Favre retired yesterday kicking the American sports media into a frenzy. Despite the media overkill and the threat of damaging my reputation (we Americans love our illusions of independent thinking and non-conformity) I feel it necessary to add a bit of commentary, emotive though it may be.
Thank you Brett. It’s extremely corny, but you are my hero. It may sound trite to applaud the the way you played a game, but still I do; if only because you made me remember the sheer joy of sport. I’ve witnessed the majesty of Jordan, the dominance of Tiger and the unmatched will of Armstrong, but you transcended them all–you made it personal.
It was the small things that I and so many others took pleasure in, the jokes in the huddle, pinching teammates arms (and getting pinched), good natured smack talk, and improv celebrations (the multiple hand slaps with a referee come to mind). Watching Favre I was reminded of the joy of competition and the esprit de corps of team. Tis a rare gift to have such a special athlete remind us of the exuberance of childhood and the import of camaraderie while competing at the highest levels of professional sport. Favre was capable of showing us how special life is when you both revel and despair in the moment and have others to share the experience with you.
Some things just make you smile, here are a few on my list:
I had one of those “landmark” life moments on Sunday evening when I had the opportunity to attend my first Green Bay Packers game on the hallowed “frozen tundra” of Lambeau Field. Raised in Wisconsin, I grew up steeped in the lore of Titletown, so named for the 12 NFL World Championships the Packers have won over the years, and spent many a Sunday throwing down beer and brats while watching the Packers. Lambeau Field has been sold out since 1960 and there’s currently a 30 year waiting list for season tickets, so it was a dream come true, when my older brother, Ford, called me up out of the blue with the news of tickets to Sunday’s game against the Detroit Lions.
I took some short video clips on my Palm Treo 650–actually amazing video for a for a phone. I’m using the kimili WordPress plugin to embed the Flash video’s into my blog post
, but for some reason, the component controls don’t show up ( they show up fine when tested in the standalone player, or in their own html wrappers)…if anyone can point me in the right direction, I’d be happy to remedy the situation. I ended up using Camtasia Studio Playback controls so that there was some mechanism for controlling the video. However, this too required a bit of jiggering, as I had to provide absolute paths for the xml configuration file and the location of the swf shell and flv files.
The legendary Brett Favre marches the pack toward the endzone: