Aimy’s birthday is this Friday.
She was born in Burbank, while I was still trying to close a telephony deal (Centrex or “cloud telephony”).
Phones get smaller (from brick phone to pocket phone) while Aimy grows bigger.
She went with me to many direct sales events, Daddy and daughter singing “We Are the Champions” to psych up for sales training and rah-rah session.
Now she is nearing adulthood while telephony is nearing zero (pricing).
It seems as if the 60’s movement for social change could only do so much in one generation.
Technology picks up the slacks and pushes the envelope (Moore’s law and eco awareness).
Things have gone from a moral approach to a viral approach , from “the Death of God” to “the Death of Distance”. Amazon, Salesforce.com and EMC are offering data warehousing and data mining service (clean tech not smokestack, time-saving not labor-saving). I just got winked at by an online-degree ad girl on Yahoo homepage.
Voice mail, SMS, Twitter and Facebook help usher in the reputation economy (prosumers’ advertising), where each of us is either the spreader or receiver of viral message (Have you seen the trailer for Amelia?). Distributed worker bees.
As of this edit, Facebook fans are protesting the new “recommended” feed, in place of the old Live Feed.
Telephony and computing converge to give us crisp and clear data streaming transmitted at lightning speed. Our next frontier will be peer creation (Web 3.0), Blu Ray on steroid.
Aimy created her mySpace page at a very early age. Daddy can barely catch up with “friends” on Facebook or LinkedIn.
Amelia flew in the air onto the unknown. Aimy “hip hops” on the ground and online. All the powers to her. There is no better time to live, on this side of medical breakthrough (TB, Polio and cholera, all curable) and on the crest of technological invention (Twitter, Google glasses, I phone). As long as she gets it, that one is to live life as if one were dying. It makes every bit (no punt intended) all the more sweeter. War, Recession, Terrorism can never weigh us down. We are the champions!
Go to Disney Land, Aimy. Or see Amelia. It’s your life now. No permission is needed. My struggle is your strength. BTW, Aimy and company won US Championship in Hip-Hop. (How about that for subliminal persuasion).
I think I am going to text her on Friday. It costs much less now with “all you can text” deal. Near zero pricing Triple Play.
Thang Nguyen 555 