Greg Swann and I conducted our super secret stategy session, last week in Phoenix. The results are in; there will be a one day BloodhoundBlog Unchained Online Marketing Conference in San Diego.
Mark your calendars for Friday, November 13, 2009. The conference will go from 10AM until 5PM and be held within walking distance of the San Diego Convention Center. We picked this date for a number of reasons:
- we didn’t want to conflict with the scheduled Cyberprofessionals’ meetings
- it’s the day after REBAR Camp
- we can have a happy hour afterwards
- easy fly-in and outs are doable; the location is a short cab ride from the Lindbergh Field (SAN)
The cost will be $49.00. A $10 discount will be offered to alumni and the Cyberprofessionals. If you’ve already reserved a spot, we owe you some money. Expect that refund this week.
Much more information provided later this week; the location will be confirmed by Monday and the schedule will be up on Friday
PS: if you’re planning on attending the Grand Opening of the NAR Expo,, you’ll have plenty of time to make it there before the 7PM deadline.
PPS: There will be limited seating so jump on this when Greg sets up the Paypal link.
I have always loved
Cathy and I watched The Path to 9/11 on television tonight. I had forgotten that we were in Metro New York for the Turn of the Millennium. My father lives in Connecticut, and we went there that year for New Year’s Day. The photo you see is my son crawling all over a bronze statue of a stock broker in Liberty Park, directly across from what was then the Merrill Lynch Building — on December 30, 1999. I lived in Manhattan for ten years, from 1976 to 1986. For quite a few of those years, I worked just across from Liberty Park, in the Equitable Building at 120 Broadway. At the other end of that little brick park was the southeast entrance to the World Trade Center complex. I worked insane hours in those days, and, very often, when I got out of work, I would go sit at this tiny circular plaza plopped down between the Twin Towers. Not quite pre-dawn, still full dark, but completely deserted — and to be completely alone in New York City is an accomplishment. I would throw my head back and look up at the towers, the fourth movement of the Ninth Symphony running note-perfect through my head.