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Bedtime Story: New Moon

Reading a little bit of New Moon before I go to bed. I am not feeling well and may not go to work tomorrow. I'll see... I just need somethig to distract me right now, otherwise I'll lay in bed and think until I fall asleep. Now is not a good time for me to left to my thoughts.

Five Ideas: The Seth Godin Unboxed Set!

Arrived in Japan: the boxed book set of Seth Godin classics. A beautiful limited edition collector's item in branded wooden box. I ordered with the counter at 777, and only 800 were ever made. Phew! On the photos, can you find where it almost says, "we need you to read us"?

"Close cover before striking." Where does it say that?

 

 

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Tamizhan Geththu !!!!

Read it fully to know about tamizhan Courage..........

Tamizhan Geththu !!!!

Bill Gates organized an enormous session to recruit a new Chairman for
Microsoft Europe. 5000 candidates assembled in a large room.
One particular candidate is our Tamizhan Ramasaamy.

Bill Gates: Thank you for coming.
“Those who do not know JAVA may leave the room...”
So immly 2000 people left the room.

Ramasaamy says to himself,
'I do not know JAVA, but I have
nothing to lose if I stay. I'll give it a try !'

Bill Gates: Candidates who never had experience of managing more than 100
people may leave.
So immly 2000 people Left the room.

Ramasaamy says to himself
'I never managed anybody by
myself, but I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can
happen to me ?' So he stays.

Bill Gates: Candidates who do not have management diplomas may
leave.
So immly 500 people Left the room.

Ramasaamy says to himself,
'I left school at 15, but what
have I got to lose ?' So he stays in the room.

Finally,
Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak Serbo-Croat
to leave.

So immly 498 people left the room.

Ramasaamy says to himself,
'I don’t even know to speak even any one word of Serbo-Croat

but what do I have to lose ?' So he stays
and finds himself with one other candidate; Everyone else
has gone.

Bill Gates joined them and said
'Apparently you are the only
two candidates who speak Serbo-Croat language, so I'd now like to
hear you people have a conversation together in that language.'

Calmly, Ramasaamy turns to the other candidate and says 'Endha ooru?'
The other candidate answers… ' Erode pakkam !!!!'

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regards,

Thamizhan

Johnnie Walker Still Walking - A Great Marketing Story

This is an exceptionally well-crafted story that puts into practice several key marketing principles. Watch now and see if you spot 'em.

Here's a few:

1) The "walk" metaphor - It's part of the family name, the brand, the story, and is brought to life as the crux of the action in the rolling hills of Scotland. 

2) The brand execution - From the top hat to the tilted label to the square bottle, all the visual elements come together to create a unique position in people's minds and hearts.  

3) The values portrayed - Intelligence, ambition, family, fire in the belly, vision... all characteristics that deeply resonate with viewers and convert them into raving fans (even if they don't drink scotch!).

4) The power of story - The same information could have conveyed through a (boring) bullet point laden Powerpoint presentation, right? But human beings are wired for stories - it's just how we are. Need I say more?

So... what's your story?

fokus | drowning in the shallows

After a long day a young man went for a walk along the stream that flowed by his house. The sun was setting. He was lost in thought about the days work he had left behind. Attempting to put it all behind him he shrugged off the thoughts of work and began to focus on his surroundings. The sounds of the earth quieting down for the night.  The smell of flowers drifting in the humid summer air. The glass-like trickle of the stream. Then he heard a still, faint, voice cry "help" - it was so faint that it would have been easy to miss.

There it was again, "Help!"

Each time it became clearer to him. The sound was coming from somewhere close by and seemed to be carried along by the stream. He slowly walked upstream looking for someone who was in distress. It sounded like a woman's voice. As he walked the sound became louder and louder but he saw nothing. Only when the sound began to fade and get quieter did he stop and turn around. He walked back a few steps where the cries for help were loudest; though they still had a faint muffled sound.  

Nothing. No one. 

He looked down at the stream and to his amazement was a beautiful girl in the water reaching out and crying for help. She seemed to be trapped in the water of a deep pool near the streams edge. There was no time to waste. He reached in to grab her arm but it slipped out of his grasp. She looked panicked and afraid. He tried again and got a better grip of her wrist. He felt her grip tighten around his wrist. Slowly he began to pull until her arm was out of the water. But something was pulling back. Soon his arm was almost completely submerged in the water.  

He tried to pull back but with no luck whatever was pulling on her was stronger than him. He held his own for a short while then felt more of his arm being pulled into the water. He cried out for help. As he was being drawn further into the dark stream he looked at her face, mesmerized by her beauty and saw a smile slowly replace the fear. First his head, then torso were submerged. And then, finally, his feet sank into the dark pool of the stream. All became dark.
He was gone.

 ... Soon, after the young man was gone - all was quiet but the sound of running water in a stream. A girl's faint cry for "help" could be heard near the stream .... there was no answer... only the sound of running water like a Siren's song in the night.

story written by my friend  http://www.flickr.com/photos/mobiusfaith/"  | photography by jermai

Taleggio Cheese Pizza & A Story

One of my buddies is Luigi of Pizzeria Luigi. As such, I get random
phone calls from him. This happened as I was running errands on
Saturday night.

I just got done picking up my dry cleaning at Uptown Cleaners and
hitting up the Trader Joe's in that shopping center in Hillcrest.

While perusing the cheese selection at TJ, I thought to myself, "Self,
I ought to just go to Venissimo." I had a great idea!

So I started driving towards Mission Hills. My phone starts vibrating
and lighting up and beeping. It's Luigi!

L - What up dude?
M - Nothin'...just picking up some cheese at Venissimo.
L - I am at the North Park store, and I am almost off. We should have
that beer.
M - I got groceries, frozen stuff even. It better just be one beer, though.
L - OK. I will be here.

I go in to Venissimo (724 W Washington), talk to the girls that are
working, getting advice on good cheese. See Gina, the Cheese Goddess
herself! Talk to her about cheese plate ideas, catch up, etc.

So I leave there with Teleggio from Lombardy, Italy; Drunken Goat from
Asturias, Spain; Formager d'Affinois - a double cream from France; and
Purple Haze from Cypress Grove, CA.

A fine selection, I must say! Plenty good for the cheese platter that
I will server later (http://tinyurl.com/ygh77sw).

So I drive towards Pizzeria Luigi - North Park (2121 El Cajon Blvd),
and luck out that there is a spot right in front...does it matter that
it is in a red zone? It Saturday after 6:30 pm...who give a F**K,
right?

I see Luigi behind the counter, slinging pies in the back. And I know
I am in for a seriously delicious slice or two right now. The pizza
is bomb ass when that man is in the kitchen.

Other people, possibly sensing this, start flocking to the pizzeria.
There are two dozen people in the place, sitting outside, watching
soccer, drinking beer and letting out whimpers of satisfaction in
between bites.

I am f**king excited to eat this pizza. I was supposed to eat at
home! But you know what...this is special.

I peer in the kitchen and say, "What up, Mate?" Luigi smiles as he is
coordinating orders with the kitchen staff. The kitchen is humming
and pies are going in boxes, and going into the case. There is pizza
everywhere, and smiling faces at every table.

Saturday night! YES! This is gonna be good, indeed.

"So Luigi, I went to Venissimo for some cheese. I got an Italian
one.", tossing him the neatly wrapped wedge. "It's for you, so you
don't miss home too much."

"Taleggio! Good choice.", he says. "You want me to make you a pizza with it?"

I nodded, as I picked my jaw up off the floor.

So he gets into a whirlwind, as he starts picking ingredients for this
custom pie. He picks up some onions, and some mushrooms, slices of
pepperoni. He gets a ball of dough and starts kneeding it. Tossing
it up in the air, the dough joyously defies gravity. He makes a
doughy round canvas in which to paint our pizza.

The red tomato sauce is evenly, and generously spread to the outer
reaches of the canvas crust. He spreads out the chosen ingredients.
He places that pie, with no cheese, right into the oven.

I must of given off a perplexed look, because he eases my concern by
stating "If we put the cheese on too early, it will melt and burn.
Taleggio melts differently, so we gotta make it different."

After what seems like a few mintues, the pizza comes out of the oven,
par-baked. He brings it back to his work surface where he applies
strips of the sliced Teleggio. Back in the oven it goes, for what
would be apparently the melting phase.

I anxiously get a Cherry Coke and a couple of napkins and place myself
by the TV to catch the end of the MLS Eastern Conference Championship
match and this surprise pizza.

Moments later, Luigi comes over with the pie, gloriously baked, and
delicious smelling.

My eyes grew big, my pulse raced, my mouth salivates thinking about
what was in front of me. Yummy.

I took one bite, looked at Luigi, and thought, "Thanks for making my
day buddy!". I wanted to vocalize it, but my mouth was full of this
incredible pizza. And I think by the look of pure bliss in my eyes,
he knew that he did great and he made me a very happy dude.

That was the way I started my Saturday night...