This blog will journal my experiences, thoughts, ideas, and opinions that may erupt with Krakatoan ferocity as a result of BUS 501 - Business Perspectives, a graduate class taught by RonJon, the famous surfer from Cocoa Beach, Florida. But is he really a famous surfer? Can any "celebrity" surfer reside on the Space Coast? The coastline south of Canaveral is all beach break, with gentle waters lapping at the shore like an old hound dog at the creek; there are no curls except when a Category Three rolls up from Nassau. I think I'll call him Ranjan, the business Doppelganger of RonJon, a man who can hang ten on a balance sheet with far more acuity than a wall of water at Waimea.
I contemplated forming a bilateral relationship with my readers, a covalent bond between me - hydrogen, first in the periodic table, fusion-injected star fuel, the closest humans have come to a searchlight with E = MC squared lumens - and you - oxygen, sputtering one atom at a time from a green paint-chipped iron bottle, down a polyethylene tube and into the nostrils of a liver-spotted lifelong smoker. Together we could make the most amazing substance on this planet, two of me for every one of you. We could be solid, liquid, or gas. We could support the marketplace of ideas with our surface tension. With time, we could erode the solid rock of ritualistic business concepts into dust and build our own fluid sacrament of capitalism. But then I would no longer be the stuff of galaxies; instead of burning brightly, I would be extinguished.
So, dear reader, I cannot give your words a sounding board because, as the title says, it's all about me.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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