Sadly, I was not on that list. Perhaps I didn’t make the cut because ManeyDigital doesn’t focus on “technical communication.” Perhaps my omission was because, frankly, I’m not that influential. Or, as I really suspect, I was left off the list because Mark Fidelman and Aaron Fulkerson are threatened by my insane good looks, sharp wit and even sharper wardrobe.
Yeah, I’m sure it’s that last reason.
* If you aren’t following Mark Fidelman yet, do so now.
In every teenager’s life there’s an iconic band. A band that sticks with them through the years. For me, that band is Rush.
I never got the chance to see them in concert while I was growing up. But that changed this past Wednesday when I saw them perform songs old and new at the Susquehanna Arts Center in Camden, NJ. And they didn’t disappoint — performing the 30-year-old Moving Pictures start to finish in their second set.
Earlier this morning I did something so shameful, so hurtful to another member of the human race that a blessing by the Pope of Popes wouldn’t be able to absolve the sin.
In a Twitter exchange with Redmonk’s James Governor, I mistakenly attached a degrading label to one of his top analysts, Michael Cote. I fully and personally apologize for the words I used and the intent behind those words. My choice of language was intended for another of Redmonk’s top analysts, Steve O’Grady.
So, please, Michael, accept my apology. I meant no ill will toward you when I called you — I shudder to repeat these words — a Red Sox fan.
If you look closely, you can see me — El Gordo — on the seesaw in the middle of this bullring in Cabo San Lucas. You can also see El Toro getting ready to charge me (which he did several times over the 10+ minutes I was in the ring).
Update: Minor corrections and added a must-watch video.
Update: Rumor has it Chucky III got a throw off on the last day for a distance of 1,000+ feet. Way to go!
“Fire in the hole!”
It’s the first warning you get that a 10 pound pumpkin is about to fly out of an air canon for nearly a mile at speeds close to 600 miles per hour. And it’s the rallying cry for the Punkin Chunkin 2009 World Championship.
The what?
Yup, Punkin Chunkin…or pumpkin chucking for those less informed. It’s a 25 year-old tradition in Delaware where teams compete to see who can launch a pumpkin the farthest distance. Come to find out, it’s also one helluva day of tailgating.
The Punkin Chunkin Anthem
Written in 1989 by William and Dawn Thompson. Part of the opening ceremonies.
It was the end of October, the beginning of November.
The air was cold and clear and I said, Boys listen here,
I think I can make a punkin fly.
John said, Cannot. I said, Can too.
So we put that punkin in a bucket, swung around, away it flew.
John said, No fair. We said, Hell, it’s in the air.
So the challenge was made and the gauntlet was laid
To build a machine to power a punkin through the air.
John said, Springs are the way to go. Bill said, I don’t believe so.
It’s Punkin Chunkin time again.
Come on, all you neighbors and friends.
I’ll show you how to make a punkin fly..rain, snow or blow.
Them punkins are gonna go!
Not knowing exactly what to expect, Jenn and I packed the girls and the mother-in-law into the family truckster and shot down I-95 to my parents’ house in Delaware to experience a Saturday of pumpkin chuckin. Well, we knew a little of what to expect, since Jenn’s childhood friend was part of the 2008 adult torsion record-holding team, Chucky II (which managed to chuck a pumpkin 3091.78 feet in 2008) and my parents TiVo’ed the Discovery/Science Channel’s coverage of the 2008 competition. Even that wasn’t enough to prepare us for the day.
Pulling into the parking lot — er, into this massive farmer’s field — we were greeted by the sound of a jet plane taking off from a carrier deck about 100 meters away. Except it wasn’t a jet. It was a pumpkin launching out of a 50 foot-long cannon sticking out of the top of a converted yellow school bus. Car parked, we set up our chairs and cooler near the fence behind Team Chucky and started the day’s festivities (fueled in part by some nice bottles of wine and Landshark Lager). The tailgating scene is best painted as an unholy trinity of Jimmy Buffett, NASCAR and MIT. The party atmosphere represented the best of a Jimmy Buffett pre-concert parking lot, complete with funny costumes, games of beer pong and camaraderie; the look of a NASCAR race, complete with cowboy hats and couches in the beds of jacked-up pickup trucks; and the brains of MIT, complete with feats of engineering normally reserved for endeavors more suited to national safety than gourd chucking.
The competitors lined up in a semicircle along the outside edges of the field. At the far end, were the children’s launchers, followed by the giant air cannons piercing the sky, the mechanical trebuchets and catapults, and the torsion-powered launchers like Chucky III. All-in-all there were more than 100 contraptions, each manned (and womanned) by teams of 5-20 people, watched by a crowd of 80,000. The contraptions were as varied as the crowd: some made out of pure wood, some scrapped together from junkyard parts, and others looking like they were built by NASA using leftover rocket parts. And the teams were just as eclectic: Chucky III was built by a team that included an IT exec and a botanist.
Alas, Chucky III failed to launch the day we watched, the result of a new design and not enough time to test it (as if having 80,000 people waiting for you to launch a pumpkin 5,000 feet isn’t enough, each team only gets to take one shot a day…three over the entire competition). But that’s ok. Like Team Chucky, we’ll be back next year, stronger and more prepared (although our preparations will be of the tailgating kind). Until then, make sure you catch the 2009 Punkin Chunkin World Championships this Thanksgiving eve, November 26, at 8pm ET on the Science/Discovery Channel and check out my 2009 Punkin Chunkin photostream.
I finally got around to posting the video from last month’s family trip to Disney World in Orlando. You can check it out by clicking on the image below (or going to this link: http://gallery.me.com/mikemaney#100000). It’s roughly nine minutes long, so let the cache build up for the best viewing experience.
I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that I didn’t make Fortune’s “40 Under 40″ list of business’s hottest young rising stars…or the fact that I no longer qualify for inclusion on the list.
The forecast for this morning called for a 100 percent probability of rain, 15 mile per hour winds and a high temperature of a balmy 38 degrees Fahrenheit.
This was also the first year I chose to ride the hilly, challenging 50 mile course. In past years, I’ve done the hilly 33 mile course. More importantly, this was the first ride Mark had done over 22 miles…and he rode it strongly.
This has become an annual ride for me, and I suspect it will now be for Mark as well (maybe Paul and Troy can come out next year and join the tradition). It is unbelievably well supported, with friendly volunteers manning the rest stops an handing out piles of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, boiled potatoes, bananas, oranges and cookies (someone made a stellar chocolate chip pumpkin cookie at the first rest stop).
Plus, there are covered bridges. Five of them on the 50 mile course. They are historic, wooden and the reason 3,000-plus people normally come out for the ride (the weather kept the numbers low this year, unfortunately).
Thinking we’ll do the 63 mile metric century next year
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My Twitter profile says I’m a former Calvin Klein underwear model, father/husband, and stimulator of developer influencers. Well, I guess two out of three isn’t bad.
First, the personal me: I’m a father to two of the smartest, funniest, most talented and most beautiful girls on the planet (they get most of that from their mother). Speaking of, I’m married to a saint. I look a little like Andre Agassi if he got stung by a swarm of bees. I think Buffett and Springsteen are musical gods. I’ve run a 4:30 mile, a 1:19:00 half marathon and two full marathons (Chicago and New York City). I don't run as much as I used to, instead channeling my inner Lance Armstrong on the back roads of Bucks County, Pa. I’ve skied Tuckerman’s Ravine and survived. Despite being years out of practice, I can still climb a respectable 5.9. I once hung out with Chris Farley on the set of Saturday Night Live.
Some of the things I like (in no particular order): road biking, skiing, photography, travel (the non-tour, no-agenda kind), wine, Jimmy Buffett, Bruce Springsteen, Bill Bryson, The West Wing, and great comedy.
Now, the professional stuff: I’m a media junkie. Despite (or perhaps, because of) being in the PR business for roughly the past two decades, I think the Fourth Estate is one of the most important components of society. I’ve worked with big, global corporations (IBM, AT&T, Unisys), big honking agencies (Ogilvy, Grey, Saatchi) and exciting startups (MindTouch, Krugle, Mashery). I’m a believer in open source and an unabashed Mac fanboy. In my current role, I’m the Director of Influencer Management at Alcatel-Lucent. And if I can ever track down the last of those Polaroids, I'd someday like to run for President.
A respected mentor and former colleague once said I have an uncanny ability to help executives hone their messages and craft compelling, creative stories (that colleague also said I liked to kick the snot out of the competition). I've written a number of well-received speeches for executives, but I'm no Peggy Noonan. I've placed stories in outlets big and small. I'm a geek. I've crippled enough devices with alpha and beta software to be dangerous at a keyboard. That inquisitiveness makes me an early tech adopter (if you think Twitter is buggy today, you should have seen it when I was first using it in 2007).
I attended and (Yay!)graduated from Trenton State College (now The College of New Jersey) with a Bachelor of Arts in Communications and a concentration in professional writing and organizational communications. I grew up in a small town in northwestern New Jersey where I attended and (Yay again!) graduated from Hackettstown High School and lived out my Al Bundy'esque dreams as an all-state soccer star.
