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My Drug Stash Ready for Taking, originally uploaded by Chris Abraham.
Mark bought me a persimmon Nespresso coffee maker which requires coffee pods. Every week or so, I bike […]
Come be a fly on the wall with part of the My ooVoo Day experience with Bob Garfield of On the Media on NPR and AdAge’s Bobosphere.
Here’s a short clip of today’s My ooVoo Day with Bob Garfield that I grabbed for a few seconds using my Nokia n95 8GB — it is a little choppy on video because I have too much crap loaded on the phone. So, here’s a little bit of what you missed […]
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Bob Garfield on My ooVoo Day, originally uploaded by Chris Abraham.
I got to host On the Media’s Bob Garfield and represent crayon LLC and ooVoo today during My […]
I just received the below email in my Facebook Inbox because I am a member of the ooVoo Facebook Group. Well, I have been sitting on some cool news that I assume I can share now since it has been released into the wilderness. Lots of cool stuff: My ooVoo Day, a […]
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Coffee with Attiya in NYC, originally uploaded by Chris Abraham.
I was lucky enough to woo my dear friend, former colleage, and sometimes consultant, Attiya, to coffee right before […]
Last night I joined the party train with the Berlin English-speaking expatriot community at Marietta Bar. Met up with John Brownlee, met some very lovely girls — a German and a Romanian — beauties — who are courting Big Pharma and want to practice their English, and then I had some time to chat with […]
I fell in love in England, all the way back in 1991. An English Rose, Elizabeth Humphries. And there were many foolish poems I had penned to and about her and us.
I got to spend some time hanging out with Martin Marty at Renaissance Weekend a couple years ago. All I knew about him was gleaned from lunches, dinners, and panels together. During last night’s run, my friend Marty Marty started speaking into my iPod earbuds in the form of an interview on Speaking of […]