Twenty years ago I worked in a cigar-smoke office and escaped to a fountain in a downtown lobby on my lunch break. Today my office is two blocks from it.
The Fountain Two Blocks Over
Your Mission Is Master Data
My mail comes addressed to a name almost nobody calls me. Same man, two names. Professional groups have the same problem with their purpose, and the fix is the same one data people already know: a golden record.
Getting My Feet Under Me
I'm in a new season at work and don't have my feet under me yet. I've been here before, at a data job in DFW where enthusiasm without understanding frustrated everybody, including me.
Rhythm and Rest
I found a 2023 draft about the rhythms that kept me steady. Three years later, the list matters less than what happened to it.
The $2 Signature
I paid two dollars for a thrift-store copy of See You at the Top and found Zig Ziglar's signature inside. On his 100th birthday, three things I'm still learning from him.
