The basu! Guide to the Movies

This is my personal email. The views expressed here are mine alone, and not those of my employer. Teambuilding II: Or The Story of My Life I was recently involved in something called a Vertical Offsite . Now, since we were actually at my company’s headquarters for this event, I guess technically it was an on site. As for the Vertical, well, you’re guess is as good as mine. In any case, the essential part of any self-respecting corporate retreat is the all-important teambuilding event. Something that brings us all together and teaches us, once and for all, the supreme importance of functioning as one unit. So naturally this year they chose go-karting . After all there’s nothing like intense individual competition where it’s in everyone’s best interests to bump each other, push each other, crash into each other, sneak by during a caution, and get to the finish line before anyone else to drive the concept of self-sacrificing-for-the-greater-good collaboration h

This is my personal email. The views expressed here are mine alone, and not those of my employer. I Love/Hate the Fuzz I was talking to my colleague Matt Matyas on the way to In-N-Out the other day and he told me that he had never, never , been pulled over by the cops. I then proceeded to tell my young colleague about the numerous times I had had the misfortune of being at the receiving end of the long arm of the law. I Love the Fuzz Back when I lived in Orange County, I pretty much kept to myself. Now whether that was due to me trying to plumb the shallow depths of my soul in isolation or to the fact that I did not have any friends in the area is open to debate; but needless to say, my weekends were spent window shopping at South Coast Plaza. Every thing changed when I got Santino (my Salsa Red 2005 Prius) and I proceeded to hightail it to Los Angeles every chance I got. It was on one of those little jaunts that I made the mistake of hanging out wit