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Crazy seo idea for freetibet.org: link to it with “olympics” as the anchor text.

What???

Half of you (which would be 2 of you) don’t know what that means…but I just found a post about using SEO (search engine optimization) powers for good, and I thought it was a pretty sweet idea.  So here is the deal:

If you post a link to a site, you have to have “anchor” text–this is the text that you actually click on.  For instance: really awesome guy.  You’ll notice that clicking on the text “really awesome guy” takes you right back to my homepage–which is probably where you were anyway.

One of the ways that search engines bots try to figure out what sites are about is by looking at the anchor text from links going to that site…so I just gave google a clue, that craigsanatomy.com is about “really awesome guy.” (I will laugh so hard if I end up ranking for that search term).

OK…enough with the lesson, what Stephan Spencer was suggesting in the above mentioned blog post was that we get the site freetibet.org, ranking high for the keyword “olympics.”  How do we do it?  I just did it.  We put links to that site using the word olympics.

So how do you do that?  If you have a blog, try adding it to your blogroll (see the link on mine to the right?).  You are probably using some sort of editor which lets you make links (the button on mine looks like three chain links–”linked” together).  But if you are not, you can copy and paste this html code into your site (this is handy for myspace, and other sites that don’t have html formatting helpers).

<a title=”olympics” href=”http://www.freetibet.org”>olympics</a>

See?  That isn’t so hard is it?  Ok…go on now–free tibet everyone!  We only have a couple weeks till the big games, so we need to get crackin.

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25 Years: Ok, I’ll reflect

Today, I think I’ll start telling people how old I am.  I mean, I think 25 is respectable…isn’t it?  Not that I haven’t been respectable before now, in fact, I’ve always fancied myself to be a helluva guy (that’s the narcissist in me), but before today, when I was 24, or 23…or even when I first became a sales rep and I was 22.  I felt like I had to hide my age, or I "won’t get no respect."

But since this blog has a massive following, of at LEAST 3 readers, I think I’ll go ahead and make a list of 25 things…well, I’m not really sure what these are, but there will be 25 of them.  So here goes:

  1. Respect.  Aretha knew what she was talking about.  It’s everything.  Respect people.  Give them the same common courtesy that you would want.
  2. As awesome as Halo3, Rock Band, Wii Sports, and World of Warcraft may be, nothing has ever topped Mario 3 for NES.  And nothing ever will.
  3. Selflessness is important, and hard.
  4. Sales can be the easiest job in the whole company.  It can also be the hardest…often times it can switch with little notice.
  5. Sure, twitter may be a flash in the pan, and in 10 years I’ll look back and laugh…but it’s still really addicting and fun right now.
  6. Love = Selflessness.  For more on Selflessness, see #3.
  7. Marriage  (part A)= Great.  And so much different than I imagined it would be–but so much better too.
  8. Marriage (part B)= Having someone so close to you is like an unescapable mirror that always tells the truth.  You can hide yourself from the rest of the world, but your spouse knows the true you–and they still love you.
  9. Ok, I’m back on respect–but specifically in sales.  Have you ever been "pitched" to by someone who seemed to have an attitude like you were barely worth their time? …if you want to earn my business.
  10. Networking is great, but go for quality over quantity (a little of both won’t hurt).
  11. Exercise is good.  I am a strong supporter, and I really admire those who do it.

Ok…I failed to come up with 25 things–but not because I don’t have 25 important things, just because I’m lazy.  This is only ten things (or is it eleven…my "1,2,3…" seems to have been replaced with strange punctuation marks?).  It’s the end of the work day on my 25th birthday, and I think I’ll cut out 5 minutes early to have some dinner with the fam.

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I might just be endorsing a Microsoft product?!?!?

Ok, so if you know me very well, you know that I don’t generally like “Big Computer” (aka Microsoft) and its products.  I would rather not have to restart my PC 5 times a day, and I also don’t like paying large sums of money for software that is available elsewhere open-source style.  Plus…from my limited knowledge of web design, servers, and Content Management Systems…Big Comp. is just plain annoying to try to work with (ASP?  Please!).  So I’m a mac fan, an open source fan, and a bit of a linux geek too.

BUT…as you know part of my job  at  5 Alarm Music, is to manage and edit the blog (plus I write here, and on rockworms every now and then).  We’re using WordPress, which I would give a B+ because it’s simple, easy to use, and generally very bug-free (except for line breaks–geez I hate that I can’t get hard line breaks!).

However, even I don’t enjoy having to log on and use the WSIWYG editor within wordpress.  It’s decent, but not great, and even though it autosaves every few minutes, if I loose Internet connection while writing, I risk loosing my post!

Mkay…so to quit rambling,  and get to the point: this morning I read a post from a new blogger I’m reading (he writes about communications and IT in churches!), and he promoted Windows Live Writer.  It’s really pretty nice!  I can draft posts offline, and the editor is truly  WSIWYG, because it analyzes the style from my blog, and emulates it; so my posts actually look just like they will once they’re published.

Well Big Computer, you may have won this battle, but you haven’t won the war (for my heart)…yet!

PS Whatever happened to Microsoft Buying Yahoo! anyway?

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Fairwell [possibly] Dead Baby Robins

Well if you followed my tweets this weekend, you know I had a pretty full Memorial Day Weekend.  Indiana Jones 4, Barefoot Waterskiing and Tornado watching, and then post tornado cleanup made for a pretty full couple of days.  However, there was one event that happened this weekend that I am sad to have to report.

We’ve had a Robin’s nest on our back porch for a few weeks now.  Mama Robin laid her eggs there, and then sat on them for a solid couple of weeks.  And just about 2 weeks ago (it was about the same time baby Wade was born).  We kept a pretty close eye on them, and even took some stunning video footage like this:

We felt that we had a pretty good relationship going on with mama and papa Robin.  If they were laying on the nest, they would let us walk up and get a picture, or a video.  They didn’t hate, they’d just fly over to the fence a few feet away and wait patiently.

So when my friends Steve and Kelly came over on Monday (Kelly;s dad lives close and got hit pretty hard by the tornado.  They were returning my chainsaw) we were standing in the back yard with their two dogs, and I wanted to show them how close I was with my baby-bird tenants.

I walked up on the deck, and reached my hand up towards the baby birds (who I didn’t even think had feathers yet), and much to my surprise, all four babies flew–YES FLEW away in fear!  One flew down onto the deck, where Steve and Kelly and their dogs were.  It was pretty scared and the dogs were chasing it around.  The other three were down on the patio and mama and papa Robin came down and skwaked up a storm.  It was sheer madness!

The sad part is, when these babies (who already had read breasts, by the way) took their very first flight down.  They didn’t know that they weren’t yet old enough to fly up.  So they were pretty much stuck down on the ground.

I don’t know for sure if they lived or died.  But I know that it was 45 degrees that night, and I know that there are plenty of other animals around here that would love to catch a tweety bird–especially a young defensless one that can’t fly yet.

I’m a baby bird murderer.  I am.  Somebody call PETA.  I should be hauled away to tweety-bird killer jail with Sylvester the cat.

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This was the peak of my fame:

This is so awesome.  I just randomly found an article about the old band which has two major things going for its awesomness:  1) They spelled my name wrong (I actually think my bandmates didn’t know my name was “Key” not “Keys”) and 2) The picture on the article isn’t even us!  Oh joy.  Gotta love college newspapers.  Man, must not have been anything exciting going on.  Or else Rob (Ham) was just smooth enough to talk one of the kids into doing a writeup on us.

Here you go, enjoy: Musicians Offer More than Rock; Offer Message

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Amy makes Baby Wade Cry

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Wade Tomas Sturlaugson!

Wade Tomas Sturlaugson was born yesterday (May 13, 2008) at 4:38pm. He weighed in at 8lbs 11oz and is 22″ tall!  Mom, dad, and baby are all doing well.

It was a pretty awesometastic experience!  Here are a few pictures, but there is a bunch more pictures and videos (I’m in trouble for shooting video when people didn’t know it) here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/craigsanatomy/sets/72157605049010915/

 

 

 

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I look funny.

Just upgraded to the new wordpress (using the automatic upgrader), and all is good in the hood–except the page looks a little funny.  I’m too lazy to play with the CSS right now.  So both of you readers can just deal with it for now.

kthxbye. 

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The Reluctant Fundamentalist

I just finished a book.

The Reluctant FundamentalistHave you caught your breath yet?  Ok, shocking as it may seem–this one was pretty short, and a quick read.  The book is by Mohsin Hamid and is called “The Reluctant Fundamentalist.”  A story about a young Pakistani who comes to the US for school (Princeton), graduates at the top of his class, and goes to work for a big shot valuation firm in NYC.

I can’t say that this was a literary masterpiece; I don’t think they will be talking about it in 50 years like we talk now about Catcher in the Rye (notice my skeptical preface so in case anyone has something bad to say I have a nice out?  …don’t we do that with lots of things lately?  Yeah the movie was ok…great cinematography, but the plot was lacking, and the acting was just so-so.  It’s easy to take a non-stance stance.  Also, isn’t this a really long parenthetical?  I mean come on…isn’t it over with yet? Yes.  It is.  Now.) , but I still have to throw some props to the author for giving some outside perspective, and the storytelling is unique as well.

I’ll start with the storytelling style:  everything is being spoken from the mouth of Changez, the brilliant Pakistani.  We find him in Lahore (a city in Pakistan), and he runs into an American and strikes up a conversation with him since he spent time in the US.  There are no words in the book that aren’t being spoken by Changez, but the author still gives context as to what’s going by using his narritive to tell what the other person is doing/thinking/saying:

 Ah, they have begun to turn on the decorative lights that arc through the air aboove this market! A little gaudy? Yes, you are right; I myself might have chosen something less colorful.  But observe the smiles on the upteurned faces of those around us. (p. 47)

That is done pretty often.    He’ll infer questions from his American acquaintance out loud, and then answer them.  It actually gets annoying at times, but again, it’s very unique story telling, and it held my attention for 184 pages (if you know me, you know that is an accomplishment!).  The story is 90% retrospective on his time in the US, and 10% present sense stuff.

Ok, now onto the perspective.  This will get me in trouble with some of my red blooded ultra conservative friends.  You won’t like this book.  So don’t read it.  And I won’t try to explain it, or explain that the very reasons you won’t like it are the reasons that you should read it, because that never works.  Changez found himself living the American dream.  Ivy league graduate, white collar wall street executive, beautiful girlfriend, and lots of money.  This all takes place, not surprisingly, leading up to, and in the months following 9/11, and the attacks on the World Trade Centers.  Even though he was living like most Americans hope to live, he was still at his core un-American, and as tensions here and in the middleast rose following 9/11, he started reflecting very deeply about our country.  The following was, for me, the most poignant (Adam, don’t say it) collection of thoughts:

 I had always resented the manner in which America conducted itself in the world; your country’s constant interference in the affairs of others was insufferable.  Vietnam, Korea, the straits of Taiwan, the Middle East, and now Afghanistan: in each of the major conflicts and standoffs that ringed my mother continent of Asia,, America played a central role.  Moreover, I knew from my experience as a Pakistani–of alternation periods of American aid and sanctions–that finance was a primary means by which the American empire exercised its power. (p. 156)

I know someone will shoot me for being unpatriotic here, and please don’t think that I am not well aware of what a privilege it is to even write a post like this one without fearing for my own well being.  But I have always felt–even as a young teenager and cheerfully guzzling down whatever uber-conservative evangelical cocktail of mis-truths I was handed by my church, school, and sometimes family–that the whole “Team America: World Police” (a movie which I’ve never seen, but wholly support, if for no other reason than an awesome title) idea is just not right.

I can’t say that I would have done a better job, if the decisions were up to me (which is why, I will NEVER be involved in politics).  And I don’t even know how to conclude my own rant.  Other than to say this: I hope that those of you who are in any position of power (government, business, financial, what have you), will take into account who you affect with your decisions, and what it is like to be in the shoes of each of those affected…not just your own, or your co-powerful, co-rich, co-management, but everyone.

For more info: The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid - Main - Harcourt

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Wild Turkey

I’m in Brady, TX right now.  It’s 4am and I can’t sleep, yesterday was an interesting day–thought I’d share:

Not Wild Turkey4:30 am  Dad picks me up to go to the airport.  We’re flying to San Antonio to go Turkey Hunting with Cuz Strickland ,who is a client of mine and probably the world’s best Turkey hunter.

5:45 am get through security and onto the plane…barely.

6:15 am learned that my dad likes Sudoko–this is funny, if you know my dad.

6:30 am Bored, picked up the magazine and started Sudoko’ing myself.  I finished my first puzzle, dad was still working on his 2nd when we landed.

8:30 am Land at DFW.  McD’s for breakfast; Cuz missed his flight, try to get him on ours, success.  Cuz is fun times :)

10:30 am Land at San Antonio.  We’re the only 3 people in the entire airport who did not come to watch the Final 4 Basketball games.

11:00 am Whataburger, with fries and sweet tea.  Hit the road–it’s over a two hour drive from San Antonio to Brady, TX.  A beautiful one.

1:30 pm get to Brady–the Days Inn–meet the othe guides and the other cameraman.  His name is pronounounced “yock” I’m not sure how to spell that, so I’ll just go phonetical.

2:00 pm It’s hunting time.  We drive out to the ranch–20 minutes outside Brady, first we pull up and shoot the shit for a few minutes while Cuz and Yock get there camera gear all setup (there cameras are all decked out in camo–so were all of us from head to toe.  I have pictures, but no way to upload them).  Cuz and Dad have been talking about the “Old Lions vs the Young Lions” (Cuz and dad are close to the same age, so are Yock and me).  There is clearly a competition going on here–we must kick the old farts butts.

–I’ll stop with the timeline and just tell you about the hunt now.  We pulled up to a grove of trees and Cuz and Yock gave us a quick class on how to sit.  Seems silly, but turkey hunting can involve sitting absolutley still for a long time–I think I sat under one tree for about two hours today.  Team Young Lions went down to the canyon, team Old Fart–er–Lions went somewhere else.  Oh–and this ranch has 6,600 acres, which is “A little small” for Cuz’s liking.

We hunted till sundown, and we worked hard, but we left empty handed.  I did see two hens (the lady turkeys), and we walked about 5,000 miles, and right at the end of a very long walk in the opposite direction of our mule (the ATV that drives us around), when we knew that we were going to have to walk back to it–we heard a “gobbler” on the other side of the trees.  This is exciting.  Have you ever been excited to hear a turkey gobble?  Me neither–but I swear after a whole day of walking, crouching, calling and listening, this was music to my ears.  We never did get him to come out into the open…but this morning, the pro’s assure me that we will see some “Gobblers” coming down off the roost.

I’ll post pics when I get home.  Oh, and Amy–I don’t have cell phone reception anywhere out here, but I’m in the Days Inn in Brady, and the number is 325-597-0789; room 126.  And I love you.

PS We ate last night at “The Hard Eight” BBQ.  I had Prime Rib, Brisket, Sausage, and Chicken by the pound. Plus sweet tea.  It was awesome.

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