Dear Gawker: Happy Monday, guys! Cold, huh? Staying warm? Has the cold taken some of the real news out of commission? Because honestly, that’s the only thing I can think of that can possibly justify me being linked to Gawker twice in January. Seriously – Have Ronnie or Paris or Matt or whomever been hibernating this month? Come on. Twice? I’m not even at my marathon weight, yet I’m honored with two mentions this month? Maybe I should go buy a Powerball ticket. Now then… You’re wrong. Re-read the email. It’s not about me being in print. Never was. I get enough of that incoming (twice in one month, remember? Powerball numbers 6, 14, 18, 25…) I said source my [...]

I got to do a little experimenting today, along with a little math. (shudder.) Today was my annual "Good Karma Email" campaign. If you don’t know what it is, it’s basically an email that goes out to a few thousand reporters, explaining that I know half the world, and if they’re on deadline, email me, and I’ll try to help, all in the name of good PR Karma. It’s usually very successful. And occasionally, I get an email from a reporter asking "huh? What do you want? Why are you being so nice?" Then I explain that they’re being paranoid, and occasionally, someone actually does something out of the goodness of their heart. They they get even more paranoid. It’s [...]

Personal post. Move along if bored. Nothing like running a half-marathon in the freezing 26-degree temperatures of a New York City winter. It was brutally brutal. This must be what running in space is like. Of course, by mile two, we were all sweating, which kept us warm until the race ended, of course, as soon as we crossed the finish line, we were freezing again. You can so totally tell that I’m not in full-training mode – I ran a 1:53:38, or an 8:40 pace. This was nothing like my 8:05 pace a month before the marathon. It’ll happen again… Trust me on this. Next time you’re pitching Mediapost, or Sportsline, or Ad Week, and you’re emailing Larry Dobrow, [...]

You know, there are times… There are times when I honestly stop, look up, and go, "what the hell am I doing this for? I hate everyone. Clients don’t listen, lawyers drive me insane, no one gets it, this isn’t worth it. There are times when I ask myself if it’s all worth it. I ask myself if momentary freedom is worth chasing clients down day after day to pay their invoices. I ask if it’s all worth it. I ask if fighting the good fight, taking the subway to a meeting in the pouring rain because I don’t work for a company that will give me a driver is worth the agony and soaking-wet shoes. I ask if it’s [...]

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