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The Top 12 Phrases I’ve Hated in 2007

1. “Let Me Preface This By Saying…”

…that I like to say this to justify everything else I’m about to say. A fine example would be: “Let me preface this by saying that I have refused to listen to a single word you’ve said during the last hour of this excruciating meeting since it has clearly been a complete waste of my valuable time. Having said that, I suggest we setup a follow-up meeting to discuss what has been said here with the primary focus being clarification of said goals.”

2. “Having Said That…”

…let me restate that I’ve just said something of vital importance, so important in fact that it needs to be reiterated. Let me point out that it was, in fact, said. The words resonate in such a way that our discussion needs a moment to do nothing but ponder the sheer weight of their implications.

3. “That Said…”

…we can acknowledge the abbreviated version of the prior phrase, “Having Said That,” thus saving valuable fractions of a second whilst continuing to pollute our conversation with meaninglessness. Unfortunately, this provides us with precious little time to frantically think of something truly meaningful with which to follow up.

4. “You Know…”

…is the age old filler phrase which, when properly and abundantly utilized conveys to the audience an utter lack of concern for or understanding of anyone or anything. No, I don’t know. We’re supposed to be having a conversation, one in which I am in dire hope that you will shock and amaze me with your vast knowledge of a subject with which I could never have imagined being so intrigued, that is, until you provided me with this enchanting, illuminating explanation. Such depth and painstaking elaboration can so easily be avoided by these two infinitely presumptuous words: “You Know.”

5. “Wrap My Mind Around It”

Please do not attempt this, for it can only end in an emergency room somewhere, at which point you’ll be in no position to delicately explain your predicament. The upside is the psychoactive medication you may quite suddenly have legal access to. Avoid the antidepressants which take two weeks to “get into your system.” Two weeks is a long way down a road you’d prefer not to crawl on your knees. Whatever you do as you’re trying to “Wrap Your Mind Around” anything, do not, under any circumstances, “Get Your Head Around It.” You’ll find yourself in a different emergency room with less sympathetic orderlies who will be more than happy to staple your scalp back together like a shag carpet.

6. “Low Hanging Fruit”

This one goes out to my homies in an environment where such phrases can and will be interpreted in the most deviant of ways. Imagery will infect the minds of those so close to the edge that merely seeing those words typed in a large font in front of them could result in a month long rampage of debauchery worthy only of a Hunter S. Thompson novel. This is particularly risky now that Hunter S. Thompson is no longer with us to provide some semblance of sanity and hope to the proceedings.

7. “Man Alive”

I have yet to research this one. All I can say is that hearing it in the midst of a conversation in New York City or Long Island makes me feel like maybe I should have devoted at least a part of my upbringing tossing bales of hay in Iowa, or Idaho, or Kansas even. I don’t know if it’s a politically correct phrase designed to offend no one while still expressing shock or disdain. Color me offended by this one, so mission not accomplished.

8. “This is the Expectation”

This is my middle finger. It will get done, and if it doesn’t, it might have something to do with the fact that we are human. The harder you push, the less anyone wants to do anything for you. Please feel free to e-mail your grids, write them very legibly on your whiteboards, or better yet, detail them in voicemails at least five minutes in duration. I will promise to respond via Blackberry, while driving a stick shift in traffic, a novella describing each and every milestone which has been rendered obsolete due to the rapidly changing nature of our business, so we can waste no more time moving forward to the newly improved, lengthier set of expectations.

9. “The Take Away from This…”

…is that the more people you pack into a room for any specific purpose, the less likely that purpose will get accomplished in any reasonable length of time. The hope is that the attendees are folks that perform a valuable function within the organization, some perhaps perform multiple valuable, yet unsung, functions, due to their inherent nature to do what is ethical and preserve the organization for which they labor. The take away is most often cynicism due to a meeting such as a conference call between five to ten top level executives who spend 90 percent of the call holding down the mute button. Instead of a “Yes” or “No” you’ll hear a half-second of static to indicate that someone is listening to something. That keeps a conversation moving at break-neck speed. The take away is…

10. “We’re In Our Busy Season”

Congratulations. You now have full authorization to expect your associates to work round the clock. Surely their families will understand, after all, we’ve known about busy season far in advance. They have had plenty of time to restructure their lives around the needs of the organization. Some will celebrate Christmas or Hanukkah a month later. People will look at them strangely when they light a Menorah in April or try to cut down a Douglas Fir in August, but so be it. Their families, especially their preschool-aged children, have an implicit comprehension of the intricacies of corporate responsibility.

11. “Ethics Training”

I’ve needed this for over forty years. It’s an absolute revelation. Finally, I can dig up the old phone numbers of people I’ve wronged and explain that I had lacked the proper training which prohibited me from treating them like inferior beings. They’re still far inferior to myself, but there have been such advancements in the language for communicating this to the masses that I now believe I can significantly increase the percentage of my acquaintances that no longer view me as a mortal threat to their significant others, or themselves, or their miniature dogs that still think they’re dogs. Sure, there have been the occasional disappearances, but the place is quieter, peaceful even. I might even start wearing the tie.

12. “Privacy Practices”

Since you’re reading this, I’ll take a leap of faith and assume that you’re not receiving this post via psychokinesis. The notion of privacy is ludicrous, yet extremely profitable. Lawyers can keep this going in circles indefinitely. You’re on a computer. You complete various transactions on a computer. You might very well be connected to your entire life savings via a computer, or most likely a series of interconnected computers. Throw a couple of paragraphs up there that were composed by some folks claiming to be lawyers and rest easy. There really aren’t armies of organized groups in countries like Romania and Russia paying legions of people to acquire your personal information via the Internet, or if there are such nefarious activities, that legalese will protect you… or will it? Who is it designed to protect?

“In Conclusion…”

There is no conclusion. There will always be phrases that piss me off. I find myself saying things, and eventually they piss me off. I can be so damned repetitive, especially when I write. On the off chance that I write something I perceive as somewhat witty or might make someone laugh, I’ll stash it in my bag of tricks and plagiarize myself at a strategic moment. Who’s going to know? What will they say? “You unoriginal bastard, you just wrote that on your blog weeks ago. Can’t you come up with anything better than that?” Or maybe they’ll just laugh, preferably a large group of them, at the same time, in a genuine “that was really funny” manner, not that “this guy is a joke” kind of way. Days later, one of my killer catch phrases might just pop up in a meeting and become the mantra for that next huge initiative which will slaughter the competition provided the team can get their heads around it. You can’t be overly optimistic under the circumstances, as the majority can’t manage to punch a timeclock correctly.

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Saturday Hanukkah

I believe we’ve located the menorah. It’s been in our storage unit since we moved. We will probably light all the candles on the last night. I’ve been told, ‘You’re a good Jew.” This was at a time when I was at a gathering at my sister’s house. A friend of hers was having some difficulty with her digital camera, so I sprung into action. Afterwards, she said to me,”You’re a good Jew.” I think she was some high-ranking official at my sister’s synagogue. I was just helping someone out, and there she was slapping a label on it. When we finally get around to lighting the candles, I’ll be doing it more for the enjoyment of the children and my wife than anything else. If that makes me a good Jew, so be it. I’m just trying to celebrate.

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Creativity Begins Here

The dream gift was originally intended for Ava: safety scissors shaped like a cute, friendly, innocuous beast which she could use for her endless arts-and-crafts projects, such as cutting up important government documents, credit card bills, bank notifications, etc. while her parents would guzzle cheap rot-gut whiskey and whine and laugh about the great old times when worry would kill you quicker than anything. Nikki took Gia out into the world on a quest for such treasure as would bring the light of glee into the eyes of our now-two-year-old, a quest which would end up in the bowels of holiday weekend shopping hell.

The beacon appeared towards the end of the excursion, and it is pictured here in all its packaged brilliance. What better offering to your innocent daughter than a friendly, inoffensively colored mallard to assist you with your paper shredding, chopping and older sister-threatening daily chores, particularly when it boasts ‘Shark Sounds when you cut!’ and one can only hope ‘Here’s to Swimmin’ with Bowed-Legged Women!’

Duck Scissors Front of Package Duck Scissors Back of Package

The question remains, as we are compelled to ‘Also look for the Duck Scissors’ on the rear of the packaging, is whether the Shark Scissors quack. I might have to hunt down a pair.

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Baby Number Three

So we’ve gone and done it. I should say, my wife did it, for the third time, this past Halloween. It was once again an awe-inspiring experience participating in the delivery of our third daughter.

Our Halloween Baby

There’s an interesting video over here at CNN which caught my attention. It’s titled “Little Baby, Big Stress”. It has some interesting suggestions on how to manage stress once a baby is born.

One particularly amusing concept is scheduling a date once a week with your spouse. It might be nice to live in some parallel universe where there were people nearby whom we could trust to watch our children so we could indulge in such activities. As it stands, we’re more or less on our own. We did have some family in town for a couple of weeks, during which time the offer was extended for us to go out to dinner or something, just the two of us. We opted to stay home and relax. At least, that was the plan. As for me, I was physically incapable of relaxing, sleeping, eating, or thinking coherently. When the pediatrician gave us an A-plus, said baby’s doing great and that he had no advice for us since we seemed to be doing everything right, I was speechless. Had I attempted to say anything, it would probably have been unintelligible nonsense, my parenting privileges would no doubt have been stripped from me immediately, and my wife and baby would have been sent home with a police escort. It would have been a strait jacket for yours truly.

We nearly boycotted Thanksgiving, but I decided to take advantage of the fact that, dare I say it, I was beginning to feel human again. So I cooked a turkey, complete with stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, the works. I stared at our third perfect little girl. I reminded myself of how lucky we are. My wife reminded me of how lucky we are. I think I’m even starting to feel lucky. It’s one thing to intellectualize it or hear it said over and over, but it’s another thing entirely to feel it. I admit that I’m very selfish that way. I have this need to feel good about things, to enjoy life, to have a good time whenever and wherever possible. I don’t want my daughters seeing their father reduced to a neurotic mess of a human being and thinking that’s what they have to look forward to when they get older and accumulate responsibilities.

Life is good right now, despite the string of recent and current events which are providing endless entertainment for my family, friends and coworkers.

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Relocation

Just up and relocated the entire family to the Capital District. That would be the region surrounding the capitol of New York State. Most non-New Yorkers have no clue as to what that means. Most non-New Yorkers, including many who have visited the state, consider New York to encompass the four block radius surrounding St. Mark’s Place in Greenwich Village. That would be located on Manhattan Island. That’s right, Manhattan is an island. So is Long Island. Queens is a borough. New York City has five of them (boroughs, that is). Queens, and Brooklyn (another borough) for that matter, both are part of Long Island, though neither Queens-ites nor Brooklynites seem to grasp or admit that. I grew up in Queens, which is not necessarily relevant, depending on who happens to be reading this.

Bedroom WindowNow we’re in a renovated textile mill, supposedly the largest textile mill in the world, which has been converted into loft apartments. My one-way commute has been reduced from 40 miles to 4.5 miles. The kids are loving it so far. The architecture around here is fascinating. Supposedly, real estate around these parts hasn’t suffered quite as much of a blow as elsewhere. Still, there are those back on Long Island who rolled their eyes at me when I told them we were moving… UPSTATE. We are now ‘upstaters.’ The key phrases regarding Upstate New York vs. ‘Downstate’ are “your money will go so much farther,” “such an easier pace,” and “what about when it snows?” Right now we’ll just go ahead and enjoy the autumn weather.

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MySpace at Last

I’ve finally succumbed to peer pressure and threw up a MySpace account here. For someone who prides himself on being technically savvy, it seems a little late in the game. Frankly, I’ve been a little creeped out by the whole MySpace phenomenon, with all the sexual predators floating around, not to mention the hordes of lonely, desperate, socially inept types who can’t pry themselves away from their computers long enough to skulk out of their dingy basements and meet people the old fashioned way, face to face. I’m not advocating alcoholism here, mind you, but there’s a lot to be said for the occasional visit to the local watering hole for a shot and a game of pool. Sometimes it’s just that kind of night that could lead to marriage and children, if that’s your thing. Of course, it’s much easier to pretend you’re a hundred pounds lighter and thirty years younger, soliciting twelve year olds because you’re just so in tune with their needs. I know plenty of people who are convinced that computers are evil. Apparently it’s the Internet itself that ends marriages, rather than the people compelled to abuse the greatest collective source of information the world has ever known. So maybe I’ve been guilty of labelling MySpace unfairly. After all, guns don’t kill people. People do. I will keep this website and blog going, selectively throwing up a MySpace blog entry, maybe sharing a photo here and a video there. With a little luck, I’ll avoid getting sucked into the dark abyss.

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Parents Orientation

Gia starts preschool officially in nine days. One week from today, she begins her ‘Phase-In,’ and that same night, there’s a ‘Parents Orientation.’ This is one more affirmation that I am really a parent. I wonder how many other parents at this shindig will feel as disoriented as I feel. I still haven’t come to grips with the fact that I have offspring. In my professional life, I grapple with the feeling that I’ll be discovered as some kind of impostor, that someone someday soon will wake up and realize that I know absolutely nothing. I’ve expressed this to some of my associates, and happily, they’ve laughed at me, so for now, the snow job continues. What will it be like when I’m surrounded by a bunch of other parents, at a very parent-focused event? I’ve been around parents before. I even had parents myself. What’s the story here? Why the apprehension? I don’t even have long hair any more, so there’s even less reason for people to look at me like I’m some kind of freak. Really, I’m looking forward to the experience. It’s all part of my big experiment in adulthood. I’m trying to remain very selective with it though. Wouldn’t want to be an adult all the time. What a waste of time that would be. I can see how my kids look at me when I even try. They know better, much better. They are both much wiser than I ever was.

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How to Pay to Sleep on the Job

I’ve been pushing the siesta concept for years. Looks like these people are capitalizing on it. (Goodbye, yet another window of entrepreneurial opportunity for yours truly.) Their website even has a nifty little graph which supposedly illustrates how ‘Cognitive Performance Deteriorates Without Naps.’

Hypnotic Cognitive Performance Graph

The graph is nifty, I think, because at first glance, I have no idea what it’s showing me. I’ve even looked at it two or three times. Still I have no clue. I see a couple of lines and numbers and dots there, and there’s some kind of footnote saying where these statistics came from. There’s even Sara Mednick, I mean DOCTOR Sara Mednick, who has a PhD or something from some prestigious college somewhere, who supposedly did studies, and I guess she looks nice enough based on her picture, and the website people say her college was prestigious, and I’m sure her parents or someone was proud when she got that PhD from, oh wait, HARVARD, and I’m getting dizzy because I’m so delirious from not having a nap today that their nifty graph is making me stare into it, deeper, deeper, your eyes are getting sleepy, deeper, deeper, thank you Sara Mednick, thank you so much for spending time and lots of money scientifically researching something that the rest of the world didn’t need a college to tell them, and now things are coming around full circle, just like doctors prescribing Yoga, that’s it, I’m going back to school to study… ummm… ZZZZZZZZZZZ

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Happy 40th Birthday

Happy 40th Birthday

Turned 40 last week. Today’s 40 is yesterday’s 20, or something like that. I feel pretty good aside from the general malaise, which is also a good thing, I think. Self reflection is inevitable at this point. Maybe it’s not inevitable, but here it is. I’m reflecting. Crain’s NY Business Magazine, which I often read because it’s left on the bathroom floor at work, has its “Forty Under 40″ piece listing those wildly successful “Under 40″ people who, we would assume, have managed to make boatloads of money and earned the respect of the community and gobbled up millions of acres of prime real estate and have the words “Chief” and “Officer” in their titles. I’ll have to put Made it into the Crain’s ‘Forty Under 40′ on my list of things I didn’t do before I was 40. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of my life’s ambitions. On the other list, however, I’m finding there are some truly great things. Here they are, in no particular order:

  • Got married
  • Became a dad… TWICE!!
  • Bought my first house
  • Got a real estate license
  • Got a college degree
  • Took the LSAT
  • Played music onstage

OK, so it’s not exactly a comprehensive list, but it’ll have to do for now. I’ve got to go make plans. There’s plenty to do before I turn… 40 1/2.

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Curse of the Blackberry

An associate of mine spent two hours one morning being pissed off. These were a couple of hours which began with a mere minute of checking e-mail first thing, one of the most routine of daily activities. There it was, sitting there: the vague one liner. The sender of this e-mail was not around to explain what it was all about. So, thanks to the wonders of the human imagination, it festered. It caused stress. It painted a person’s entire day a nasty shade. Of course, when the sender showed up, it turned out there was nothing to be stressed about after all. In fact, the entire subject was dismissed with barely even a hand gesture. The power of the e-mail has rarely been more apparent to me. I’ve spent plenty of time myself simmering about this kind of thing, but witnessing firsthand someone else’s stress really brought the point home. Nothing worse than those sentence fragments. The least you can do when you’re abandoning the rules of grammar is make some effort to spell correctly. Now, let’s do some math. Take those two hours of stress caused by four short words (not counting the mangled punctuation) and multiply that by everyone who has made the unfortunate decision to join the legions of Blackberry users.

Apparently, this guy seems to agree with me. He’s even backed his point of view up with some links to statistics. He calls his lecture “7 Reasons the 21st Century is Making You Miserable”, and from what I gather, he blames the Internet for a lot of the misery. I think he’s onto something. For a long time now, I’ve felt e-mail is one of the most overused and abused forms of communication. It’s great for some things, like getting back in touch with long lost family and friends, but it’s a poor substitute for face to face discussion. The fact is, most communication occurs with non-verbal cues. With e-mail (and text messaging, for that matter), we’re restricted to only the words we see. It’s all too easy to misinterpret these words, especially if we want to misinterpret them. An aggravated person can have a field day. Considering how reliant we are on e-mail in day-to-day business, it’s amazing to me that there’s not far more e-mail related violence in the workplace.

I’ve used e-mail and instant messaging in one form or another for years now. I try to be extra sensitive to people who are on the receiving end of my e-mails. That means an extra word or sentence here and there to at least attempt to make things clear. Unfortunately, this can have a negative effect when someone’s trying to read your long-winded e-mail from a Blackberry. I’m always tempted to make my e-mails twice as long to further drive home the point that Blackberries are inherently wrong, but I resist this urge. It’s all about being considerate.

I also use instant messaging. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that people get intimidated by my instant messages because I type so fast and tend to be critical about things like spelling and grammar. So, not only have I managed to intimidate people when we’re face to face, I can actually freak people out with my typing ability and stunning command of the English language. Oh well. I also avoid using all those cutesy abbreviations and smiley faces like LOL and :), all except for WTF. I like that one a lot. Blackberries. WTF.

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