<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964</id><updated>2011-07-12T21:36:40.058-04:00</updated><category term='cover letter'/><category term='resume'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='application'/><category term='employment'/><category term='hiring'/><title type='text'>Alec-Dotes</title><subtitle type='html'>My own inner-dialogue captured on a blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-1470983263306695655</id><published>2009-11-04T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:14:47.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordpress</title><content type='html'>I'm on Wordpress now: &lt;a href="http://alecdotes.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://alecdotes.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The template is nicer and I like the customization options much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Al&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-1470983263306695655?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1470983263306695655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=1470983263306695655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/1470983263306695655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/1470983263306695655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordpress.html' title='Wordpress'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-2990792854211467222</id><published>2009-11-02T08:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:11:17.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expert, Shmexpert</title><content type='html'>One thing I've really enjoyed about marketing is just the process of it all. Countless times I've had to market products that I either:&lt;br /&gt;a.) have no interest in (i.e. office supplies) or&lt;br /&gt;b.) have no real experience with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I find that I enjoy learning about the types of products and finding clever ways to market them. It poses a challenge and provides significant potential for untapped creativity. Thus, I've come to believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't need an extensive knowledge of a product or brand in order to market it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that too much knowledge can hinder one's marketing efforts on a particular product or brand&lt;/span&gt;. So,  I've created a makeshift graph for my theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/Su7l2Sfq12I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vnrrXuC9a-Q/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 475px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/Su7l2Sfq12I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vnrrXuC9a-Q/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399505724104169314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is from my own (amateur) personal experience with marketing. If you were to Google some successful and/or horrendous marketing campaigns, I'm sure that there would be quite a few that pertain to this theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I think a fresh perspective on a product or brand is the backbone for every successful innovational marketing strategy. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having no investment in a certain brand or industry might keep you from thinking along the same lines as the experts on the matter.&lt;/span&gt; No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, you can't really market something if you're completely out of the loop. I'm not sure I could just start rattling off ideas for marketing women's lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to be an expert on a product to market it? Or can you simply get by on just knowing the basics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-2990792854211467222?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2990792854211467222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=2990792854211467222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2990792854211467222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2990792854211467222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/11/expert-shmexpert.html' title='Expert, Shmexpert'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/Su7l2Sfq12I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vnrrXuC9a-Q/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-6270428113199911398</id><published>2009-10-19T18:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:44:10.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble, Innovation-Al</title><content type='html'>First, my new domain name &lt;a href="http://www.innovation-al.com/"&gt;http://www.innovation-al.com&lt;/a&gt;. It has a new homepage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest project is fun and currently 25% complete. It's more cohesive and polished (so far) than "Hire Me" which was constructed in about two days. This is a multi-week project filled with different talents, more ideas and as a result, more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot though. Keeping busy and creating stuff is what I really love to do. Showcasing my ideas and getting everyone excited about delivering something really cool is what I'm all about. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note that: in my next interview, that's what I'll respond with when the question "What are you looking for in a job?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comes up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only concern is that because I'm making 99% of this entire project it may seem as though it's all about me (which of course it isn't).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm just trying to avoid coming off as the one stealing the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I did produce the whole thing thus far, so it basically is my project. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But that doesn't mean I'm overshadowing the client's message at all&lt;/span&gt;. The entire piece of work is dedicated to their marketing cause-- I'm just the one (along with some great female vocalists) conveying the information for them. Hmmm... I believe I've said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I need to be careful that I don't overstep my bounds as the client. My problem lies in the fact that being a one-man-team makes it seem like I'm trying to be the one in front. When the project is done this won't be the case. I'm Humble Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes according to plan, this thing will drop on November 1st. Possibly earlier, depending on my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-6270428113199911398?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6270428113199911398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=6270428113199911398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6270428113199911398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6270428113199911398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/humble-innovation-al.html' title='Humble, Innovation-Al'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-4719121075730723720</id><published>2009-10-14T22:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:50:28.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity = Insomnia Fuel</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why it happens, but most of my creative ideas hit me while I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just about to fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps it's because my mind is clear of stress and worry in the seconds before I nod off, or maybe it's something to do with the subconscious. Either way, once a good idea hits me, I immediately slink out of my near comatose state and my mind starts racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.mac.com/shapsteve/images/ch950103.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 195px;" src="http://homepage.mac.com/shapsteve/images/ch950103.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bit of frustration involvled as I scorn my brain for not thinking of such innovation during normal, waking hours. I feel like it's Christmas Eve and I know I'm getting The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time in eight hours because I "accidentally" uncovered the shrink wrapped N64 box in the basement toolbox last week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care if I just discovered that Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;-- I'm gonna save the Princess. But, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my exciting ideas have been a result of me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;making work for myself&lt;/span&gt;. I really believe that's what you gotta do when times are tough. And by making work, I mean all of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approaching small businesses and offering to help with marketing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assisting people with selling stuff on eBay for a cut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tutoring high school students in Calculus, Physics, Writing and Statistics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting TEFL certified by taking an 100 hr online course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Developing a website for an HR Consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Of course, my exciting ideas are stemming from the first bullet point, in which I'm helping out small businesses with marketing. I'm a novice no doubt, but it's a great way to get my feet wet with how stuff works. I'll figure out how stuff works myself--just like I did with the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great idea that kept me up last night involves (among other things) the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Guitar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An old friend from high school who majored in theater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Bakery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free Bagels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YouTube&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(hopefully) Engaged Customers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increased Sales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billy Costa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trueyankeeblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/authentic-new-york-bagel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://trueyankeeblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/authentic-new-york-bagel.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what matters at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-4719121075730723720?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4719121075730723720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=4719121075730723720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4719121075730723720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4719121075730723720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/creativity-insomnia-fuel.html' title='Creativity = Insomnia Fuel'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-7348247347041321843</id><published>2009-10-08T18:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:56:55.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit Scamming Me</title><content type='html'>In any other instance, three job offers in one day would be pretty sweet. Of course, in my predicament (or any recent college grad's), I have to raise an eyebrow and question these proposals. Perhaps two eyebrows. Especially if they contacted me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;seeing my musical cover letter. I mean, c'mon-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; contacts me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my suspicions were initially overshadowed by mere excitement and curiosity. An email with "Job Offer for Monster Listing #(insert random number)" in the subject line set my double-clicking instincts on edge. My heart began to race. My hands got sweaty. Mom's spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.solarpowerrocks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/scam23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.solarpowerrocks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/scam23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess they caught me off guard in my unemployed state. I picture these recruiters not as human beings, but as soulless entities, not unlike Agent Smith from the Matrix. Like a Venus Flytrap, these recruiters let out the sweet scent of a job offer which ultimately masked the terrible, terrible mandibles of (most likely) some cold calling or sales job. I've done cold calling and I'd rather gouge my eyes out. Thank God for the internet, Google and its most reliable anonymous employer reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several seconds of Googling these fine corporations, skepticism began to set in. I soon began to feel worse than before I even knew these offers existed. It was unflattering and almost offensive-- th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.tinypic.com/7yh0xz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 279px;" src="http://i4.tinypic.com/7yh0xz7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ese companies trying to take advantage of me in my post-college-seeking-employment-in-a-crap-economy state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place had an average review of 1 star (out of 5) from over 30 reviews. One person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually said&lt;/span&gt; they'd rather poke their eyes out than work there again. Hey! We can relate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is just my advice to those college grads who might be reading this and are currently job seeking. You're probably smart enough to know not to go for these types of offers, but you never know. Unless you've submitted an application to a place that contacts you with a proposal, don't take a job offer from them. Unless they're a well known company-- in which case &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jump on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon-- what type of company would be looking to sign up inexperienced college graduates before even meeting them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-7348247347041321843?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7348247347041321843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=7348247347041321843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/7348247347041321843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/7348247347041321843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/scam-me-no-more.html' title='Quit Scamming Me'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/7yh0xz7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-1406482964425247590</id><published>2009-10-06T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:21:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I almost killed my MacBook. My dad warned me not to position drinks in close proximity to my shiny, aluminum, first major-credit-card investment, but I've always considered myself an agile person who never spills anything. Of course, my tall glass of Arnold Palmer Iced Tea Lemonade had to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the series of events that led me to cursing loudly and frantically running for paper towels, but I was scared for my laptop. My MacBook has been a real pal over the past few months-- and like a clumsy drunken friend at a bar, I spilled my drink over my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more drinks by the laptop. Ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-1406482964425247590?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1406482964425247590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=1406482964425247590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/1406482964425247590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/1406482964425247590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/10/close-call.html' title='Close Call'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-6890662161185840880</id><published>2009-09-29T14:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:10:22.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Track</title><content type='html'>What's new in my world? Top 10 most recent developments (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've read nearly a dozen books in the last three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My High School friend is getting married this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house is empty during the day-- The cat is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been hitting the gym five times a week. I no longer need to check-in at the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I experienced my first bachelor party in NYC this past weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've started doing freelance work for a past employer and my neighbor, both involving web and graphic design.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm writing a song for my-friend-to-soon-be-married and his bride as a wedding present. I have yet to figure out the chorus, but it seems good so far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no idea what to be for Halloween. I need suggestions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of my friends have been swallowed up by the real world and are currently AWOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to buy the new Mike Doughty and Lou Barlow albums that come out on October 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-6890662161185840880?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6890662161185840880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=6890662161185840880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6890662161185840880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6890662161185840880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/keeping-track.html' title='Keeping Track'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-215934209066714335</id><published>2009-09-21T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:15:19.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostradamusings of Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://playfoursquare.com/images/press/foursquare_boy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 106px;" src="http://playfoursquare.com/images/press/foursquare_boy.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying harder to become a prognosticator of social media trends. I feel that having a firm grasp and/or opinion on where I think it's going will convey a stronger sense of passion for the medium during interviews. Rather than just being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;along for the ride&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steerin' this media ship&lt;/span&gt; to where I think it's going. That was an homage to "Speak Like a Pirate Day", which was this past Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with everything being so volatile, I have a tough time really pinpointing where social media will be in say, ten years. For me, all signs point to Life-Streaming. Micro-Blogging day-to-day activities may seem mundane and/or meaningless, but if done with the right sense of style and delivery, a valuable (and interesting!) story can be constructed. And I'm a big fan of creating and/or reading cool stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think &lt;a href="http://foursquare.com/"&gt;FourSquare&lt;/a&gt; is one of the coolest ides yet for a social media network. It's almost like a real-life video game achievement reward system, except it gets you off your couch and meeting people. And from a business perspective? Think of all the cool stuff you could do for your customers if you knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where they went the most, what they liked and perhaps who they went with&lt;/span&gt;? I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally capitalize on this&lt;/span&gt; if I owned a business. If you haven't signed up, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do it now and &lt;a href="http://foursquare.com/user/albiedrzycki"&gt;friend me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We'll conquer this city of Boston, we will. And maybe Providence too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-215934209066714335?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/215934209066714335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=215934209066714335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/215934209066714335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/215934209066714335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostradamusings-of-social-media.html' title='Nostradamusings of Social Media'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-4558585031567174899</id><published>2009-09-21T09:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:13:19.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SreIRLCK85I/AAAAAAAAADE/-Z2ttA4g0s0/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SreIRLCK85I/AAAAAAAAADE/-Z2ttA4g0s0/s200/IMG_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383921708145767314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an attempt to clear my mind and save some money, I hiked Mt. Monadnock in New Hampshire this weekend with my sis and dad. I kept a comfortable pace between my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;climb-the-mountain-as-fast-as-you-can sister&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-thought-the-elliptical-would-train-me-for-this&lt;/span&gt; father. It was an enjoyable round-trip hike of roughly three hours and we had a huge Thai dinner afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being hesitant to spend time with the family (it seems like a hindrance on me blazing my own trail in life) because I almost always end up enjoying the excursion in the end. Then I get mad at myself for putting up a fuss in the first place. Stubborn Al.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-4558585031567174899?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4558585031567174899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=4558585031567174899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4558585031567174899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4558585031567174899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/hikes.html' title='Hikes'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SreIRLCK85I/AAAAAAAAADE/-Z2ttA4g0s0/s72-c/IMG_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-9107677373025601893</id><published>2009-09-17T09:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:17:43.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Frustrating Pickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/042507/pickle-delivery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/042507/pickle-delivery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y parents tell me to relax. To enjoy not working. "You'll be working the rest of your life," Dad says when I trudge into his artwork studio that is adjacent to my bedroom, voicing my woes about the job search process that is much like a roller-coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I can't really enjoy myself unless &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know for certain &lt;/span&gt;that either a.) I'm being productive to deserve this enjoyment or b.) have something lined up that will, in the long run, be productive. Plus, believe it or not, enjoyment usually involves money and the spending of such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my job hunt adventures could fall under category "b," but the uncertainty of actually getting something after every prospect is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing me. &lt;/span&gt;I have a bottle of Korbel champagne waiting in my fridge. It was originally supposed to be for my acceptance into the JET (Teaching in Japan) program, but being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the indefinite wait-list&lt;/span&gt; has let the alcohol age indefinitely. I bet that on the day I finally get a job offer, the JET program will call up and say that an opening has freed up for me, in which case I will proceed to smash the bottle of champagne over my head and go on an angry Korbel rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly more important than the monetary component of a new job is that I need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet and interact with people&lt;/span&gt;. It's that simple. I fricking love my hometown of Medfield, Massachusetts, but it's like grandparents-- you won't be hanging out after 6 p.m. I would meet up with my high school friends, but they're off doing their own things, whether it be jobs or grad school. And visiting them (especially NYC dwelling pals) really burns a hole in the wallet. See the pickle I'm in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-9107677373025601893?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9107677373025601893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=9107677373025601893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/9107677373025601893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/9107677373025601893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-frustrating-pickle.html' title='A Very Frustrating Pickle'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-4395609629210436487</id><published>2009-09-11T14:28:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:39:24.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Secret, Creative Pre-Interview Plan</title><content type='html'>I'm expanding my job search radius to areas outside of Boston. This weekend I travel to New York to interview at a company I've been following for awhile that does pretty much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything I want to do&lt;/span&gt;. It looks like a really cool place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was always open for relocation, I really did not apply for jobs outside the Boston/Cambridge area because of commute convenience for interviews. However, now that I have several friends and relatives sprinkled throughout major cities, I can actually interview without blowing through tons of money on lodging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I wouldn't mind trying to survive on my own for a little bit. If I manage to land a decent gig in New York, I would go apartment/part-time-job searching immediately after leaving the concluding interview. Of course, the part-time job is speculation, but if I need to do it to get by I will. That's not to say that I'll put any less effort into any marketing job that I can get. I'll be extremely motivated to put my all into whatever I land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every int&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://steynian.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/new-top-secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 144px;" src="http://steynian.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/new-top-secret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erview, I've learned a little bit more about what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should do at the next one. &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I learn from my mistakes, but I also think of new creative things I can do before/during/after the interview. For my one on Monday, I've developed a creative plan so cool that I will not even disclose it in this blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously, it's top secret and wicked cool.&lt;/span&gt; So, if you're reading this and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happen to be an employee at the company I am interviewing at this coming Monday at 2 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;, I suggest you buy a pillow to protect your jaw for when it hits the ground. Well, I might be hyping it a little bit, but I think it's cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-4395609629210436487?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4395609629210436487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=4395609629210436487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4395609629210436487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4395609629210436487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-top-secret-creative-pre-interview.html' title='My Top Secret, Creative Pre-Interview Plan'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-3966807379762206306</id><published>2009-09-05T11:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:40:23.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Value Proposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm changing my employment strategy tactics. I'm shaking things up a bit. Why? First, consider the exact number of interviews I've had. It's put together in this nice little equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lCrHB1hxJaE/Sn84DhM1gTI/AAAAAAAACJE/hLcnyAP46jk/s320/the+count.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lCrHB1hxJaE/Sn84DhM1gTI/AAAAAAAACJE/hLcnyAP46jk/s320/the+count.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Three Phone intervie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ws + Five 1st round interviews + Three 2nd round interviews = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Interviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But unlike the Count, I'm not particularly jovial when reciting this number. Despite the fact they've been a valuable experience as my job hunt continues (what doesn't kill me makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stronger)&lt;/span&gt;, the daily commute into Boston is really burning a hole in my wallet. Did the Count ever have a segment on subtraction? If not, my MBTA situation would be an ideal theme for it. One, two, THREE ROUND-TRIP TICKETS! I love to subtract!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Why All the Interviews and No Job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven't landed a job yet, I'm pretty pleased with the way I've interviewed. Besides the two phone interviews (the method I despise), I've made it very far in each face-to-face interview. My phone interview performances have been similar to those times in High School when I called up a girl to go on a date--full of awkward pauses and uncontrolled sweating. The bottom line is that I perform much better with non-verbal cues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have no evidence to back up this theory, I feel as though I get beat out by the more experienced applicant when I've made it to the second round of interviews. Either that, or the marketing team thinks I'm a complete loser. So, this predicament has led to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My New Value Proposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got all sorts of interview experience and savvy, I'm really buckling down with new strategies and tactics to really land the job. Once I secure an interview with a company I really want to work for, I'll lay down this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although I can express my ambition to work, I can't overcome someone who has equal ambition but also more experience. So, give me a chance to prove myself. I know I can do some great stuff if you just give me an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If it doesn't work out, I'll at least gain some experience (and therefore be better matched up against my interview competition: Mr./Mrs. Ambitiously Experienced). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So look out Mr./Mrs. Ambitiously Experienced. And watch yourself companies-who-want-to-give-me-a-shot. I've got a new value proposition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-3966807379762206306?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3966807379762206306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=3966807379762206306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3966807379762206306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3966807379762206306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-value-proposition.html' title='The New Value Proposition'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lCrHB1hxJaE/Sn84DhM1gTI/AAAAAAAACJE/hLcnyAP46jk/s72-c/the+count.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-6995728048070383118</id><published>2009-09-01T11:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:27:57.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Tweet Deal For The NFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.manageyourshapeblog.com/.a/6a00e54f9153e08833011571eedbc8970b-500wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.manageyourshapeblog.com/.a/6a00e54f9153e08833011571eedbc8970b-500wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell it's been decided. In what appears to be an attempt to limit play-by-play disclosure, Roger Goodell has &lt;a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/sanfrancisco/stories/2009/08/31/daily20.html?jst=b_ln_hl"&gt;metaphorically killed two birds with one stone&lt;/a&gt;-- the first in the form of the light blue avian Twitter mascot and the second (less literal) being my desire to follow NFL players during game-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the most logical reasoning behind restricting NFL athletes to Tweetlessness during matches and for a 90-minute window before and after games (i.e. distractions, play-by-play disclosure). But after reading several articles &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I still can't figure out the main reason for doing this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Top Three Theories:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Betting:&lt;/span&gt; Someone injured and Tweets about it before an injury report? Might sway some bets in Vegas. Gotta draw the line between fan communication and the disclosure of bet-able information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Distractions:&lt;/span&gt; Although I'm fascinated by what is going through Randy Moss's head before high-stepping into the endzone for a touchdown, other people may find it excessive and distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Case-By-Case:&lt;/span&gt; There have been several issues where someone has been fined over a tweet. Antonio Cromartie from the Chargers complained about Dolphin's stadium food and was punished with a $2,500 fine. By making one rule that bans tweets altogether, it eliminates the need for individual cases, like Cromartie food-slagging. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Those are my three best guesses. I'd like to hear some of your theories, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't find an article that explains the reasoning behind it&lt;/span&gt;. However, odds are it has something to do with betting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But keep in mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is football the exception? Why not other sports like baseball and basketball?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why the 90 minute window? Is 90 minutes the official social media buffer time limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quick Quiz: Which NFL team has the most active Twitter users?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-6995728048070383118?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6995728048070383118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=6995728048070383118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6995728048070383118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6995728048070383118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-tweet-deal-for-nfl.html' title='Not A Tweet Deal For The NFL'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-157669111271249403</id><published>2009-08-28T12:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:41:14.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Wants To Endorse Your Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'ve received conflicting opinions regarding the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legitimacy of LinkedIn recommendations.&lt;/span&gt; In this post, I'll discuss my thoughts on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;But first, an Alec-Dote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;introduction (Trust me, it ties in):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All throughout high school I worked a summer job at my hometown's swimming pond. No, I wasn't a lifeguard. I also did not teach swim lessons. Before I was promoted to &lt;a href="http://www.insidesocal.com/tomhoffarth/dwight.jpg"&gt;Assistant Manager&lt;/a&gt; after years of dedicated service, I was a snack-bar operator. While the guards were off rescuing kids from drowning and the &lt;a href="http://www.itsnature.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/alligator-snapping-turtle.jpg"&gt;fabled snapping turtle "Melba"&lt;/a&gt;, I was saving them from dehydration and malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SpgTTu1Y9VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCkCyZ7GJk4/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SpgTTu1Y9VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCkCyZ7GJk4/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375067384977093970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As you may be able to tell, this position was relatively laid back. There was a quote board on the fridge that had humorous one-liners that the staff occasionally blurted out. Considering I was a young individual when I was first recruited (fresh out of 8th grade), I was eager to impress the older, more seasoned employees. So, what better way than to say something funny and get on the quote board? My goal was to make one of those college-girl lifeguards giggle at my sharp eighth-grader wit and charm. However, there was one minor (but crucial) detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You could not write your own quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Discouraged by this, I sought out a co-worker of similar age and struck a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You quote me and I quote you!" I proposed to my new business partner. It was flawless. We would be able to showcase our sense of humor and wouldn't have broken the Quote Board's Golden Rule. The result? Some of the dumbest jokes ever written on a quote board. Ever. The female lifeguards were not impressed. But go back in time ten years and I would have found the material hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at's th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e Deal With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LinkedIn Recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I brough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t this story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; up because it's relevant to a recent thought I've had about LinkedIn Recommendati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s. The professi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;onal netwo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rking tool allows you to write (and receive) recommendations from pas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t colle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;agues, co-workers, etc. Essentially, it's anyone who yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;u're networked with on LinkedIn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But my question is, are they legitimate?&lt;/span&gt; Personally, I don't think they are. Like my previous Alec-Dote, I basically had someone write my (awful) joke in exchange for the reverse treatment. While LinkedIn allows you to review the credentials of whoever wrote the recommendation, I feel like a simple sentence or paragraph is an insubstantial amount of information to base a decision on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesjsucareercenter.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/linkedin-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 162px;" src="http://thesjsucareercenter.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/linkedin-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When applying for a job, the purpose of a recommendation is for the sake of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;recommending someone. In LinkedIn's (or my Alec-Dote's) case, a recommendation has the tendency to just be written in hopes of a returned favor. I'm sure this isn't always the case, but I get the impression that it happens all too much. Plus, if you ask a friend to write it and they endorse you something generic like "I really love working with Al", what does that say about me to employers? That my friend likes me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there's another problem: recommendations can be seen by everyone. Now at first you may be like, "duh Al, that's the point-- so employers can see my positive endorsements!" But, there was a problem that one of my friend's fathers ran into recently. Several people asked him to write a recommendation, but he only felt that one of those candidates deserved it. So, he only wrote that one recommendation. A few days down the road, those individuals who did not receive recommendations saw that the one co-worker &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;did get recommended while they did not. &lt;/span&gt;Did problems arise? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think LinkedIn recommendations need some work before they're considered legitimate. Like the bad jokes that failed to impress the gorgeous female lifeguards, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe my recommendations will fail to impress employers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;How do you feel about LinkedIn recommendations? Do they need to change or are they fine just the way they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-157669111271249403?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/157669111271249403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=157669111271249403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/157669111271249403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/157669111271249403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/al-wants-to-endorse-your-work.html' title='Al Wants To Endorse Your Work!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SpgTTu1Y9VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xCkCyZ7GJk4/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-7593861441696960577</id><published>2009-08-22T10:22:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:42:09.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersonal Pranding: Guerrilla Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o, I'm not dyslexic. The title of this post was conceived by myself after reading &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/business/article/684878"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, realizing that Guerrilla Marketing is a somewhat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inverse form of 'Personal Branding'&lt;/span&gt;, repeating the phrase "Personal Branding" in my head dozens of times to come up with a clever title and inadvertently stumbling upon this dyslexic mash-up (by accident) that is actually a nice metaphorical fit for what in my opinion, Guerrilla Marketing stands for. Still with me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hang in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Guerrilla Marketing&lt;/span&gt;: Marketers at companies are struggling to get heard. Even leading brands are having difficulty reaching the tuned-out consumers who are frequently bombarded by advertisements. Plus, in this summertime recession, who really wants to spend millions on a Television campaign to advertise to turned-off consumers who are already outside not watching TV in the first place? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A solution&lt;/span&gt;: pay less money and get 'em on the streets with some Guerrilla Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personal Branding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The unemployed are struggling to get heard. Even top notch, experienced workers who were laid off are having difficulty reaching companies that are bombarded with other job applicants. In this recession, some people cannot afford to remain unemployed for an extended period of time, as there are families to support and bills to pay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A solution&lt;/span&gt;: Personal Branding. Let them know who you are and stand out from the noise. Utilize new methods to reach employers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;How are Personal Branding and Guerrilla Marketing Inversely Related?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Take&lt;/span&gt; for instance the latter, Guerrilla Marketing. It's hard to define but you know it when you see it.&lt;a href="http://pzrservices.typepad.com/advertisingisgoodforyou/images/2007/06/19/torturemuseum.jpg"&gt; Sandwich-board clad promotion people.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YPCf8JFgUdI/R2xBsqPwkkI/AAAAAAAAB78/s9j8h1txBds/s1600-h/cloverfieldsf.jpg"&gt;Cryptic sidewalk chalk inscriptions.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.netzkobold.com/uploads/pictures/dropped_calls_cingular.jpg"&gt;Creative Billboard ads.&lt;/a&gt; Brands are seeking new ways to stand out amongst the clutter and in their own ways, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adopting new and radical personalities&lt;/span&gt;. They'll create an experience, an event-- a more unpredictable, spontaneous and improvisational method of reaching the consumer. In this way, brands are becoming more like people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the other hand, observe the practice of Personal Branding. Literally, it's quite like transforming a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person into a brand&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of being that carbon-copy-job-seeker, Personal Branding is a technique to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make the individual stand out from the crowd. &lt;/span&gt;Skills, characteristics and accomplishments can all be exemplified into a job seeker's unique personal brand to make them stand out in the crowded pool of qualified applicants. For expert advice on this subject, refer to &lt;a href="http://www.personalbrandingblog.com/"&gt;Dan Schawbel and his Personal Branding blog&lt;/a&gt;--he's turned the whole technique into an art-form.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o do you see the inverse connection? When economic times are tough, both Brands and People begin to look for more innovative ways to become noticed. Marketers take their brands and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have them adopt personalities&lt;/span&gt;. People take their skills, accomplishments and personalities and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adopt their own personal brands. &lt;/span&gt;Obviously they're not "becoming" one another, but I think it's safe to say that each are adopting some of the others attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why Is This Happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hypothesize that the economy has instigated the need for both brands  and people to stand out and are thus seeking these new methods. In a broad sense, both brands and the unemployed are attempting to stand out from the crowd. It's interesting to see this shift in the way brands and people behave, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts? Critiques? Agreements? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate-mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do your worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-7593861441696960577?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7593861441696960577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=7593861441696960577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/7593861441696960577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/7593861441696960577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/bersonal-pranding-guerrilla-marketing.html' title='Bersonal Pranding: Guerrilla Marketing'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-3948528384297390411</id><published>2009-08-09T14:49:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:53:17.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Issue With Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o matter what type of degree you have coming out of college, finding a job in the current market is pretty darn difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/marketing_interview.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 209px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/marketing_interview.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After keeping up to date with the latest business news and participating in a few job interviews, I'm beginning to believe that Marketing is the toughest (business) major to graduate and land a job with in this economy. I'll lay down both my personal and observed reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marketing Department is Laid off first: &lt;/span&gt;It may be a myth, but I can never shake this nay-saying when I've heard it from several different sources. Of course, every situation is different, but one can't help postulating that companies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will cut marketing and advertising budgets&lt;/span&gt; when the economy is slumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College Inexperience: &lt;/span&gt;Sure, I've taken roughly a dozen marketing classes, and learned all the theoretical concepts. I've even taken two corporate immersion classes along with several internships for a little "real world" experience. But nonetheless, I lack the experience of a real world position. I need that entry level job to get the ball rolling, but it's so tough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I'll Bring To The Company:&lt;/span&gt; In hindsight, I really need to formulate a mental list of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top five&lt;/span&gt; qualities that I will bring to a company. After participating in my latest interview, this question arose and I really was at a loss for words. I quickly dodged the word "experience" in my head because of the last point-- I suppose I could tailor a response that highlights what I've done based on its quality, but not quantity. As a marketing major fresh out of college, what do I say that I'll bring to the company? Creativity (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that one&lt;/span&gt; gets a follow-up question every time)? How about A dedicated work ethic? A bag of bagels for the marketing team every Wednesday? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; left my most recent interview shaking my head and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing I could have answered this last one better.&lt;/span&gt; But, it's a learning experience. Landing a job with a Marketing degree is an entirely different ballgame in the Business Major Spectrum (in case you're wondering, I made that phrase up). An Accountant earns stellar grades, graduates and kaboom-- they're fit for a job. But I don't have any interest in crunching numbers for a profession or figuring out someone's finances. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could do it&lt;/span&gt; but it would wear me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone else in a similar situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-3948528384297390411?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3948528384297390411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=3948528384297390411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3948528384297390411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3948528384297390411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/issue-with-marketing.html' title='The Issue With Marketing'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-3070991321167841547</id><published>2009-08-03T22:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:53:41.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/soundtracks/680-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/soundtracks/680-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a member of &lt;a href="http://www.betagammasigma.org/"&gt;Beta Gamma Sigma&lt;/a&gt; (the honors business fraternity) I get a free yearly membership to Business Week and Fortune. It's basically like the fraternity I never joined at Bentley-- but instead of keg parties, hazing and sorority girls, you get free magazine subscriptions, a certificate and the occasional discount to the Apple Store. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it-- I originally began ordering Business Week while I was at Bentley University not because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted to read it&lt;/span&gt;, but because I thought it would be a good supplement. Sort of like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vitamins that don't go down too well&lt;/span&gt;. But I began reading them on a daily basis and became hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be all about reading Sports Illustrated on a weekly basis, but now that NASCAR and Golf have become annoyingly popular (and have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half the magazine&lt;/span&gt; dedicated to their happenings) I've switched over to Business Week. I could really care less about the course layout at the upcoming Master's Tournament or whichever NASCAR driver is being &lt;a href="http://www.kansascity.com/sports/story/1346245.html"&gt;tested for meth-amphetamine. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the latest issue of Business Week &lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/09_31/b4141021419387.htm"&gt;had a story&lt;/a&gt; that was rather unsettling for me. Actually, many of the most recent articles have been depressing/frightening/upsetting due to the state of the economy, but &lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/09_31/b4141021419387.htm"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; was more relevant to me (despite the fact it relates to Europe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long story short:&lt;/span&gt; If my generation (Generation Y) is unable to find work within the next several years, we'll be losing the opportunity to gain the skills necessary to qualify for and land a job &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the opportunity arrives &lt;/span&gt;later. Entry level jobs will most likely go to the fresh college grads because the recession will most likely hinder the "lost generation" from competing for jobs in the marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-3070991321167841547?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3070991321167841547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=3070991321167841547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3070991321167841547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3070991321167841547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-generation.html' title='The Lost Generation'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-8084466607225098317</id><published>2009-07-29T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:52:25.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Business Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool! Check it out, you can click on my digital business card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://card.ly/albiedrzycki"&gt;&lt;img src="http://card.ly/images/vcard-blue-big.png" alt="card.ly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-8084466607225098317?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8084466607225098317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=8084466607225098317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/8084466607225098317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/8084466607225098317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/digital-business-card.html' title='Digital Business Card'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-3161763620530230399</id><published>2009-07-24T10:05:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:52:02.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>International Micro-Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnB3uW9roI/AAAAAAAAABo/3qgwiSo-2dk/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnB3uW9roI/AAAAAAAAABo/3qgwiSo-2dk/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362029994442600066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is pretty neat. The internet is fascinating. The one screen-shot you see to the left was posted by &lt;a href="http://redaction.blog.regionsjob.com/index.php/post/2009/07/24/%22Hire-Me%22%2C-le-CV-chant%C3%A9-made-in-USA"&gt;Priscilla&lt;/a&gt; in France. I'll just assume that it's chock full of good, wholesome and positive French compliments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone translate?&lt;/span&gt; I'm curious to know what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube keeps a detailed account of all the video's statistics, including an interesting set of demographics. It shows exactly where in the world people are watching it based on age, gender, etc. It's really cool to know that somewhere in Finland, someone is watching my video. Or Latvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnBo1q0apI/AAAAAAAAABY/7VNmXXJz05E/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnBo1q0apI/AAAAAAAAABY/7VNmXXJz05E/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362029738706889362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one was found on a &lt;a href="http://horse81.tistory.com/325"&gt;Korean blog&lt;/a&gt; called "The Marketing War." As I've only taken elementary Japanese, I'm totally lost with this Asian dialect. Still, it's remarkable to see my video reach it that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation feels like that Simpsons episode where Homer was discovered to look like &lt;a href="http://www.liquidmatrix.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/mrsparkleorig.jpg"&gt;Mr. Sparkle&lt;/a&gt;, a Japanese Dishwashing Detergent mascot. Perhaps I'll reach the same micro-celebrity status in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mental note&lt;/span&gt;: If I ever visit Korea, I must take my guitar in case I'm recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnBzDNVkMI/AAAAAAAAABg/1Wibb-wRsGU/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnBzDNVkMI/AAAAAAAAABg/1Wibb-wRsGU/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362029914140020930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whowhatwherewhy.info/2009/07/looking-for-job-hire-me-i-am-very.html"&gt;This last one&lt;/a&gt; I found on a blog from the UK. I really dig the tags. Although I never explicitly mention it in the video or anywhere else, I'm quoted as saying that "I'm Very Creative." Apparently, the author took it upon himself/herself to quote me self-promotioning myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm flattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have blogged about me-- I appreciate it immensely. This is only the beginning for me and (fingers crossed) when I do land a job, it'll be a great "how-I-launched-my-career" story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue updating this blog with news about the job search and more "Alec-Dotes", but I'll try to avoid mentioning any more media coverage. I endorse humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-3161763620530230399?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3161763620530230399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=3161763620530230399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3161763620530230399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3161763620530230399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/international-micro-celebrity.html' title='International Micro-Celebrity'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmnB3uW9roI/AAAAAAAAABo/3qgwiSo-2dk/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-3633600847578906561</id><published>2009-07-21T17:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:12:52.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, HLN. Tomorrow, Vermont Radio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'m slowly beginning to understand the biggest downside of internet media's viral distribution: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the distance between creator and audience&lt;/span&gt;. When I first made the music video resume, I had just intended to send it to prospective employers who posted positions that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I applied for. &lt;/span&gt;So, if they liked it and were interested in employing me, they'd have no problem sending a reply email. However, when the video went viral, I lost that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selectivity&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could go back and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm simply looking for an entry level Marketing position where I can launch my career.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have included a verse like that in my song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm just lookin' for Marketing in the entry level,&lt;br /&gt;A position with growth potential I'd surely revel..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...I highly doub&lt;/span&gt;t that an employer will reach out to me in an economy this tight. I still need to apply for jobs until I land one. At least I can still use the video cover letter and the recognition it has received for quite awhile-- that is a huge plus. Also, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;news coverage in itself is never bad since it continues the momentum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just get on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conan&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leno&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;--- The latter actually went to Bentley University but dropped out after a semester. That fact would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;be my "in" as a guest on the show. But alas, submitting video to their site is near impossible-- there is very little chance they'd pick my email to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm satisfied with all the interviews and blog coverage. It's nice and well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-3633600847578906561?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3633600847578906561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=3633600847578906561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3633600847578906561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3633600847578906561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/hln-today-tomorrow.html' title='Today, HLN. Tomorrow, Vermont Radio!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-4401883106334062731</id><published>2009-07-19T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:07:09.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention? Check. Job? Soon.</title><content type='html'>The Video-Resume had a bigger impact than I initially anticipated. But now I need to figure out how to utilize what I've created into actually landing a job (believe it or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the attention with the video, no doubt, but the toughest part now is actually deciding where to go from here. Do I network more with prospective employers? Do I try to maintain the video's lifespan by continuing its distribution? I think I need to research what others have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-4401883106334062731?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4401883106334062731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=4401883106334062731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4401883106334062731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4401883106334062731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/attention-check-job-soon.html' title='Attention? Check. Job? Soon.'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-5663494396555921805</id><published>2009-07-17T15:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:23:01.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minutes of Fame</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was pretty neat. What began as a supplement to my paper resume ended up as an interview on CNN via webcam. Let me tell you, those gorgeous anchorwomen had me smitten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmDc9TiqrgI/AAAAAAAAABA/P_wT7B9tT0E/s1600-h/Picture+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmDc9TiqrgI/AAAAAAAAABA/P_wT7B9tT0E/s400/Picture+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359526502346698242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible world of viral internet material distribution is fascinating. Who knows how it spread around so quickly and through so many channels. However, I did post it on everything I could to maximize its reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the feedback has been great too. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Via Twitter:&lt;/span&gt; "HA ck out this guys video resume—hilarious—hire him so he doesnt have 2 write more music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regarding the CNN webcam interview:&lt;/span&gt; "remember, you don't have to wear pants!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment From Spain: &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Ver para creer!! Como hace la gente CVs en Internet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And about that last one... Apparently, according to Youtube, my video was the #23 ranked "How-To" video in Spain, as of yesterday. I am muy calor in the Spanish world. Maybe I'll have a celebrity status if I ever decide to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, all this will net me a job. As of now, I have phone interviews lined up with Monster.com and Sperry Top-Siders. Also, I've gotten about half a dozen emails that loved the video and want to see my actual resume. If this doesn't work in landing me a job, I can always follow through with my plan of creating an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off-broadway musical&lt;/span&gt; based on my entire educational and work career and begin inviting prospective employers to come see it. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret (CNN spelled "Biedrzycki wrong"-- but they pronounced it correctly!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmDYg-yfF8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ev1t_eKEZqo/s1600-h/6448_124479191562_650871562_3021063_4768895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmDYg-yfF8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ev1t_eKEZqo/s400/6448_124479191562_650871562_3021063_4768895_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359521617693054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-5663494396555921805?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5663494396555921805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=5663494396555921805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/5663494396555921805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/5663494396555921805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/15-minutes-of-fame.html' title='15 Minutes of Fame'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/SmDc9TiqrgI/AAAAAAAAABA/P_wT7B9tT0E/s72-c/Picture+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-2441066384277708655</id><published>2009-07-15T17:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:08:03.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='application'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><title type='text'>Music-Video Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem:&lt;/span&gt; I wrote too many cover letters. After awhile, I wondered if anyone was actually reading them or just crumpling them up into little paper basketballs. I'm assuming it was the latter, because I did get relatively creative with my prose in several of the applications. Creative enough at least to maybe--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just maybe--&lt;/span&gt;get a human (not automated) email response letting me know my application was received. But no, my thirty-minute generated prose was probably scrunched into a ball and deflected off the wastebasket rim like my hopes (and odds) of scoring a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solution:&lt;/span&gt; I made a Musical Cover Letter / Resume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ot4K-KCLAqs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ot4K-KCLAqs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing somewhere that if you want to get noticed, make a music video. I also remember reading about some guy who got hired for a company because he designed a whole website dedicated to why the corporation should hire him. Essentially, he was applying for the job in a unique, creative way that illustrates what he can do for the company. It's really two messages rolled up in creativity. So I was inspired by both ideas and made a music video resume. I tried to balance professionalism with humor (it's basically how I operate anyway) with what I know how to do (write a fairly decent tune). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/Sl5NcBbm5NI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XnAwdOaiOv4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-2441066384277708655?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2441066384277708655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=2441066384277708655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2441066384277708655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2441066384277708655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-video-resume.html' title='Music-Video Resume'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-4856989197189162740</id><published>2009-05-25T21:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:10:30.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music By Me. Take a Listen!</title><content type='html'>Here's another by me recorded on Memorial Day. It's called "For Granted." Just click the link below and visit my Last.fm page to listen! Hope you like--&lt;br /&gt;-Al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Soul+Proprietor"&gt;http://www.last.fm/music/Soul+Proprietor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-4856989197189162740?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4856989197189162740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=4856989197189162740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4856989197189162740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/4856989197189162740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-music-by-me-take-listen.html' title='New Music By Me. Take a Listen!'/><author><name>Al</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611510132982649805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7STw43al-rA/StcUVMBLqhI/AAAAAAAAADU/bD1ZOmVi2tk/S220/twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-3386264069865429293</id><published>2009-05-06T10:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:21:44.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Subscribe to AlTunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SgGq5p6dyCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KLwtV20fFDM/s1600-h/altunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SgGq5p6dyCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KLwtV20fFDM/s320/altunes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332731341263718434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      Now, in my free time of job searching / JET wait-list-waiting / going-nuts-because-my-dad-works-at-home, I've decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;write and record an acoustic album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I've already got a track listing of roughly 5-6 songs that I've written, so it's just a matter of getting out the ol' 8-track, finding my mic, finalizing some lyrics, and doing some recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll probably release a few songs online to send to people and then burn copies once the album is finished. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends get free copies!&lt;/span&gt; So, if you're reading this and would like one (I'm drawing the album art too-- sweet!) let me know your mailing address. I'll then verify whether you're my friend or not to determine how much you'll owe me (actually, if you're reading this, you're probably my friend anyway). Once they're done I'll mail them out to you, free of charge. Pretty cool, huh? So &lt;a href="mailto:biedrzy_alec@bentley.edu"&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fpeople%2FAl-Biedrzycki%2F18604753&amp;amp;ei=b6gBSoWuL4SmM67BpOYH&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFbxEvOgKj-eL4o-d32ffp6qpmqJA"&gt;message me&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/albiedrzycki"&gt;tweet me&lt;/a&gt;-- whichever style you prefer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-3386264069865429293?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3386264069865429293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=3386264069865429293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3386264069865429293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/3386264069865429293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ima-gonna-make-album.html' title='Subscribe to AlTunes'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SgGq5p6dyCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KLwtV20fFDM/s72-c/altunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-2222442528295675030</id><published>2009-02-03T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:03:31.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SocialVibe</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm beginning to do some work on SocialVibe for my independent study. It's a social network that integrates Facebook-like features into point allocations that benefit the user and a charity they decide to sponsor. It's a pretty neat idea, since social networks are addictive to begin with. SocialVibe has a point system that reflects on your usage and involvement. People who use the program and its features more are more likely to win prizes since they have more points. Points also correlate to charity donations as well, so there's another incentive to use it (especially if you're that type of person). So yeah, I can earn more points by influencing people to sign up and try it. That's why I posted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=482533&amp;amp;i1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.socialvibe.com/user_photos/1884619/untitled_thumb.jpg" width="94" border="0" height="109" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.socialvibe.com/m/invite/invite_msg_b.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.socialvibe.com/m/invite/spacer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=482533&amp;amp;i1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handsome Al&lt;/b&gt; invites you to SocialVibe.com&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.socialvibe.com/?r=482533&amp;amp;i1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.socialvibe.com/m/invite/join_me.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there's not much to lose. You'll give me free points by signing up. Or you can just go to SocialVibe.com and sign-up without my invitation, just to spite me. It's entirely up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-2222442528295675030?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2222442528295675030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=2222442528295675030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2222442528295675030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2222442528295675030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2009/02/socialvibe.html' title='SocialVibe'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-1419524922701658280</id><published>2008-11-01T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:14:56.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshopping</title><content type='html'>I started and finished two pictures today for my MK 400 (Marketing Management) project. We're trying to market to the 55+ year-old demographic. We're calling our product the PlayStation Rejuvenation. The advertisements will run in AARP magazine, encouraging the mature audience to purchase a high-end gaming system. Of course, there will be some product modification in order to make the PS3 more user friendly (e.g. Simplified controllers, large icons to facilitate failing eyesight, etc.) Hell, we could even get Cialis or Viagra as a sponsor. Keep in mind this is a two page ad--that means you'll see the first part, want to know where the advertisement is going, flip the page and then see the second part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SQ0aYq4HLBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1J_m5jtZhDU/s1600-h/old+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SQ0aYq4HLBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1J_m5jtZhDU/s400/old+guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263892550594800658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is an old man playing a Playstation 3? This is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SQ0axbD3HhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pHznUnvLjhs/s1600-h/kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SQ0axbD3HhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pHznUnvLjhs/s400/kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263892975845842450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what happens? The PlayStation 3 acts like a fountain of youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-1419524922701658280?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1419524922701658280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=1419524922701658280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/1419524922701658280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/1419524922701658280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/photoshopping.html' title='Photoshopping'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SQ0aYq4HLBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1J_m5jtZhDU/s72-c/old+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-8132593671612204218</id><published>2008-10-21T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:04:08.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Satiric-Al</title><content type='html'>Get the title? It's a play on words. I'm going to start writing short satire pieces for the Vanguard (Bentley Newspaper) ala &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com"&gt;The Onion&lt;/a&gt;. So, if you're a Bentley Student, be sure to check out next Thursday's Vanguard for my new article. I already have a few ideas on what I'd like to talk about, so hopefully more will keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'll be performing at the pub night (Thursday, October 30th--and wouldn't you know, it's the same Thursday as the satire article too). This will be my first public guitar-ing experience since busking in Melbourne. I'm excited, but it's also right up against karaoke night, which I'm not sure is a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my finger washing dishes last night. My glass coffee pot had a little chunk missing which I didn't see, and while drying out the inside by doing that wrist twisting motion, I sliced right into my index finger. Blood started shooting out and I had to stop cleaning. Strangely enough, my roommates recently proposed buying a dishwasher for the apartment, which I see no purpose in. Was this coffee pot tampering or just a coincidence? The plot thickens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-8132593671612204218?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8132593671612204218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=8132593671612204218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/8132593671612204218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/8132593671612204218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/satiric-al.html' title='Satiric-Al'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-5829389500645634874</id><published>2008-10-08T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:33:36.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing</title><content type='html'>One fun thing about marketing classes the year is my option of drawing mock-up advertisements and designs using PhotoShop. If there's art to be done in a group project, I usually jump on that pretty quick. And most (actually all) of the time, I get dibs. This is probably because most Bentley students are impartial to art. This is just my opinion, but I think that you need to incorporate some form of art into whatever you do to be successful. Well, most successful ideas are creative, and creativity and art are oftentimes interchangeable or synonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to what I was getting at. I really enjoy drawing--I mean, my &lt;a href="http://www.davidbiedrzycki.com/"&gt;dad&lt;/a&gt; is a children's book illustrator, so I guess I'm a product of an artistic environment. Either that or it's genetic, but it's probably impossible to tell now. Here's one I did for my marketing project class. It's a Bentley Falcon carrying away a Babson Beaver. The context of the cartoon makes sense when it's in the mock-up advertisement for the company we're doing the project for, but I signed a ton of legal/privacy forms without reading the fine print. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1aEJ265wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HXNDzo7ThWc/s1600-h/falcon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1aEJ265wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HXNDzo7ThWc/s400/falcon3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254955367623485186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this one, for my GB-401 class, was just me trying to fit as many companies that have a competitive advantage (in some aspect) in one picture as possible. Can you find all the companies? It's like one of those pictures in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Highlights &lt;/span&gt;magazines I used to read as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1bJpZVv0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uwRsgwZ92DA/s1600-h/Competitive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1bJpZVv0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uwRsgwZ92DA/s320/Competitive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254956561500323650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's one more picture here. It's of a persona that I drew for my marketing project class. His name (courtesy of Nehal) is Alan Knowall-- the typical Bentley student. I can honestly say I feel like a drew a complete toolbag. I think it's a viable representation of the gray area produced when you combine business and art. Art is created for its aesthetic appeal, whereas advertisements (i.e. business mixed with art) is used to attract a consumer for corporate reasons, rather than for the aforementioned purpose of art. The result? This guy: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1bugWBO7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/SKYq3cy7_p8/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1bugWBO7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/SKYq3cy7_p8/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254957194725637042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was pleasantly surprised to open last year's Piecework (Bentley students' annual literary compilation) and see my story &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the first page.&lt;/span&gt; Usually, I take precaution when seeing this, because I know it's usually just an alphabetical thing. But after further inspection, the following names weren't entirely in alphabetical order. Either way, it was the first story in the book, and usually, the casual reader (the person who glances at Piecework) will just read the first paragraph of the entire compilation before moving on. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit--&lt;/span&gt;that'll be my first paragraph that they'll glance at. I'm stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-5829389500645634874?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5829389500645634874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=5829389500645634874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/5829389500645634874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/5829389500645634874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/drawing.html' title='Drawing'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SO1aEJ265wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HXNDzo7ThWc/s72-c/falcon3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-2710606923579076898</id><published>2008-05-23T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:32:10.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>As excited as I was to see Indiana Jones 4, I was also equally worried. Even though I knew it wasn't some cheap remake handed on to another director, it still had that "no matter how hard you try, I'm gonna be compared to your childhood memories" attitude floating about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like when something is real good and has the potential to continue to be so. And yeah, you might take your chances and go for more, but there's always the looming possibility of ruining anything additional plus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever came before&lt;/span&gt;. My most recent experience of similar relation is gambling at the casino. My most relevant experience is a childhood memory, and I think it relates to my overall consensus of Indy 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ten years old (maybe younger) I remember going to the pet store to pick out a fish for our new aquarium. "Wow," I remember thinking-- "I get to have my very own fish!" I was initially excited about this new prospect, because hey, getting any fish you wanted was pretty cool. The excitement of this is similar to seeing the first Indiana Jones many years ago. I was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom took me to the pet store and looked for a fish. To my dismay, I had trouble finding a fish. Time was running out and I began to worry-- if I left without a fish, the whole day would suck. But then I saw it: an underwater lizard (a newt). It was in my allowance price range and it would fit inside the aquarium at home. The idea of buying a newt totally kicked the ass of the idea of buying a fish. So, I bought the newt. This is the second Indiana Jones movie in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my brother was with me as well. He was initially set on getting a fish, but not to be outdone, he got a newt as well. In fact, he picked one that was twice as big as mine. I had no problem with this, in fact I was even more excited. When I'm happy and everyone else is happy, my overall mood is heightened. I guess it could be described in an equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Overall Happiness = (My Initial Happiness) x (Anyone Else's Happiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the point. Basically, this happiness is the third Indiana Jones movie, which is my favorite of the four. After getting home, my brother and I put our newts in our own tanks and called it a day. Boy, was that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later my brother had a particularly awesome idea. He said we should put the newts in the same tank so they could hang out together. At first I was skeptical, but I gave in. Maybe they'd be friends. That'd be really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we brought my brothers newt from his tank over to my tank and plopped him in. My brother's newt, who was twice as big as mine, proceeded to waddle over to my newt and bite him across the midsection, paralyzing and eventually killing him. This was Indiana Jones 4 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, proportionally, this doesn't reflect upon my disappointment of the fourth movie. It's just the sort of feeling I got after watching it.  I grew up enjoying Indiana Jones, creating adventure scenarios in my backyard with friends, going on hikes to  discover new areas, etc.  I just couldn't relive it again after the fourth. It tried too hard to be too much, and as I remember, if you try too hard to squeeze the last bit of enjoyment out of something you might end up with a dead newt. Or a ridiculous receipt for a $13 movie, $5 coke, and a bruise on a childhood memory. But that's life, and I'm cool with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-2710606923579076898?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2710606923579076898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=2710606923579076898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2710606923579076898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2710606923579076898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-735989504726135040</id><published>2008-05-19T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:31:58.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Roo Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures and Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    Prior to arriving in Australia, I was pretty excited about seeing a kangaroo. In fact, I'm not sure I'd even seen one of these marsupials in person before coming here. I eventually saw one at the zoo (previous post) but at that point I had no idea I'd be eating them—especially on a weekly basis with a side salad, mashed potatoes and a pot of beer. All for a low price of $10. With all things considered, I'm probably actually &lt;i&gt;making &lt;/i&gt;money by eating 'roo every Monday night. And I haven't even mentioned how delicious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGzhTzK8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/w-fj_IGB-Ug/s1600-h/IMG_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGzhTzK8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/w-fj_IGB-Ug/s200/IMG_1472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202157633006676930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I took my camera on this trip for a few reasons. Firstly, after this week's trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.thecroftinstitute.com.au/"&gt;Croft Institute&lt;/a&gt;, Dro awoke my inner paparazzi by taking tons of photos (which is for the best, since I just realized how little time I have left here and how much there is to photograph). Another reason for me to bring the Powershot was the fact that I feel that this weekly trip is going to be one of those memories that stays with me. I mean, after I'm back home for a couple of years, I can always reflect back on my time abroad with Pete, Meg, Matt, Brian, Dro, Courtney, Lamya, Joe, Tom, and whoever else has joined us for these dinners and say, "remember that time we ate kangaroo?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGyhTzK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/LjzrRHxeLWg/s1600-h/IMG_1473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGyhTzK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/LjzrRHxeLWg/s200/IMG_1473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202157615826807714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Interestingly, the whole concept of eating kangaroo in Australia is relatively new. Apparently, it's only recently been popularized by restaurants and food establishments over the past decade, so there are quite a few Australians who find it strange to eat the meat. Me, being a naive American, find little (if anything) wrong with eating it. It's damn delicious. However, the &lt;i&gt;reason&lt;/i&gt; for consumption is not actually because the steaks complement mashed potatoes, salad (and now carrots!) so well-- instead, it's because the bouncy little guys have become a pest (i.e. knocking down fences on farms, eating crops, etc.). So, we're actually doing Australia a favor by eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGzBTzK7I/AAAAAAAAABw/x0M9xLUBsKc/s1600-h/IMG_1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGzBTzK7I/AAAAAAAAABw/x0M9xLUBsKc/s200/IMG_1475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202157624416742322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But I do understand why some Australians may find this absurd. Imagine one day, back at home, the government was like "damn, we're really having an issue with squirrel overpopulation." So yeah, you see where I'm going with this. Maybe the Australians would be the ones who find squirrel steaks delicious, who knows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHG0RTzK9I/AAAAAAAAACA/7gmPGFyp9BE/s1600-h/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHG0RTzK9I/AAAAAAAAACA/7gmPGFyp9BE/s200/IMG_1477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202157645891578834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-735989504726135040?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/735989504726135040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=735989504726135040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/735989504726135040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/735989504726135040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/05/roo-nights.html' title='&apos;Roo Nights'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/SDHGzhTzK8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/w-fj_IGB-Ug/s72-c/IMG_1472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-6228264254086480392</id><published>2008-03-20T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:30:26.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter on an Island</title><content type='html'>I will be heading out early tomorrow morning (the 21st of March) to Phillip Island for my four-day spring break solo excursion. What will happen? Will I get to hold a koala? Will I get to take a photo of an epileptic dwarf penguin? Will the V-Line ticket that I bought actually get me to where I need to go? All these questions will (hopefully) be answered soon enough, with pictures to prove the credibility of my adventure. And maybe, just maybe, a smuggled fairy penguin as well, stashed deep within the vacated laptop compartment of my backpack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-6228264254086480392?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6228264254086480392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=6228264254086480392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6228264254086480392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/6228264254086480392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-on-island.html' title='Easter on an Island'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-2950231515413725237</id><published>2008-03-01T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:09:17.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metric system-- No Worries</title><content type='html'>After a week, I feel good to say that I've gotten used to Australian lifestyle-- at least enough to get by. Of course, because Australians speak English, this transition was pretty smooth. But it's not without its exceptions. For instance, Australians have many different sayings for various things. I was thinking about compiling a list, but I bet there's already one online somewhere. Even so, here's some I discovered on my own: (English meaning is first, followed by the Australian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Pitcher of beer = jug of beer&lt;br /&gt;2.) Raisins = Sultanas&lt;br /&gt;3.) Peppers = (i forget this one but it's weird)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Sweatshirt = Jumper&lt;br /&gt;5.) To Puke = To Chunder (my personal favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently Durgel's name is spelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dougal, (like Doug) &lt;/span&gt;but his Australian accent makes it sound like the former. I've just been calling him "Durg" for short, and I guess I still should... it's probably too late to change now anyway. Phonetically, I must sound really weird to him-- speaking in an American way and only saying his name in an Australian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the zoo. Here are some pics (some are blurry... oh well):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYXYLtANI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ti69mSYlufo/s1600-h/IMG_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYXYLtANI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ti69mSYlufo/s200/IMG_1354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172973911896031442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYYYLtAPI/AAAAAAAAABM/tpp3OcU41A4/s1600-h/IMG_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYYYLtAPI/AAAAAAAAABM/tpp3OcU41A4/s200/IMG_1370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172973929075900658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYW4LtAMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ePkvKbveIg/s1600-h/IMG_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYW4LtAMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6ePkvKbveIg/s200/IMG_1352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172973903306096834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYX4LtAOI/AAAAAAAAABE/8mCQb3NyYpU/s1600-h/IMG_1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYX4LtAOI/AAAAAAAAABE/8mCQb3NyYpU/s200/IMG_1362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172973920485966050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oWr4LtALI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DgqhX1UXi1Y/s1600-h/IMG_1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oWr4LtALI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DgqhX1UXi1Y/s200/IMG_1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172972065060094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYYoLtAQI/AAAAAAAAABU/tkQNSeYMOgk/s1600-h/IMG_1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYYoLtAQI/AAAAAAAAABU/tkQNSeYMOgk/s200/IMG_1373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172973933370867970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-2950231515413725237?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2950231515413725237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=2950231515413725237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2950231515413725237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/2950231515413725237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/03/metric-system-no-worries.html' title='Metric system-- No Worries'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/R8oYXYLtANI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ti69mSYlufo/s72-c/IMG_1354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-5198531989087145381</id><published>2008-02-27T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:54:43.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Be Busking</title><content type='html'>So, I applied for a license to busk in downtown Melbourne. Maybe I can make some money on the side, who knows. It's raining today, so I'm thinking about writing some new songs to busk. That's such a fun word: busking. I will be a busker busking buskingly. Busk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-5198531989087145381?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5198531989087145381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=5198531989087145381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/5198531989087145381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/5198531989087145381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-will-be-busking.html' title='There Will Be Busking'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8677091645341869964.post-9148969463775094636</id><published>2008-01-20T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:52:02.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't leave for another month, but I thought that I should at least start a journal before I leave. Maybe this will work, maybe it won't-- but I want to try to keep a record of my semester abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8677091645341869964-9148969463775094636?l=alecdotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9148969463775094636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8677091645341869964&amp;postID=9148969463775094636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/9148969463775094636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8677091645341869964/posts/default/9148969463775094636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alecdotes.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Alec Biedrzycki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12618529691577463889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nLloKd3EJlE/Sl5AIdnYgWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QN0601D_yPQ/S220/n18604753_9854.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
