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Sharing a little Christmas cheer in my own small, little geeky way:
My Christmas Wish for You As the twelve days of Christmas draw near With its impending clatter and chaos galore, May you find pockets of peace Amidst the crowd’s maddening roar. That you have taken the time To sit and listen to a

I’ve mentioned before how much I love Ted.com.

Well, today I watched one that is worthy of your time.

“The Walk from No to Yes” by William Ury. Ury is a Harvard anthropologist who has been involved in important negotiations all over the world.

Out just today, I think it is no small coincidence that

I’m sure everyone’s heard by now that Google has launched its own e-reader.
Now, I’m no business whiz, but when I see a third, large company enter the foray in a marketplace that is already dominated by two–let’s say Westlaw and Lexis–usually the third one doesn’t do so well.
Why?
People don’t like making decisions.


Last night, I was reading our Declaration of Independence–don’t ask me why–and I noticed something very interesting. First, let me say that I am no expert on it. Just another average joe with a law degree.

You know how programmers in the early ’80s always built “back doors” so that if they had to hack

If I had a quarter for every time a lawyer asks me, “How can I hide my contacts on LinkedIn? Won’t everyone steal my contacts if I post them,” I’d be … well, I will save that discussion when ever you ask me out for drinks …
That said, lawyers are TERRIFIED that if they

I think I have finally figured out why lawyers don’t like social media. Typing.Yes, typing. Many of the lawyers of a certain generation are used to handing over dictaphone tapes, orating from behind podiums or simply taking handwritten notes on a legal pad. They can’t be bothered to type.Now, with the “burgeoning” of technology into


I’ve been watching a disturbing trend. More and more people are laconically letting the likes of Facebook, Google, Amazon, Twitter and FourSquare taking over their lives.

I admit. I am as much a victim, perhaps even more of a victim, than you are.

My excuse is that it’s my job.

But what about the rest