Phone calls are fun
Ring. Ring.
Bill does most of the work around the Three Point Four Media empire (someone has to), but I have been trying to help out as well because teamwork makes the dream work and what not. Also, I recently got some AirPods and it’s great to put them in and do important businessperson stuff. Really frees up the hands to do important businessperson gesticulating. (As someone who stuck with wired headphones for far too long, I feel confident saying that the kids are v silly for returning to them.)
Where were we? Right: phone calls. Three or four times a week, I’ve been getting on the phone and talking to people in our gestures vaguely into the void world. Some inbound. Some outbound. All good conversations. I very much prefer phone call to Zoom. No one wants to see my face.
I did email one guy the other day—a friend of another person I had spoken with—about talking, and he emailed back saying he’d love to but he was in the process of moving abroad and, oh, also he had spoken to Bill a couple weeks prior. Whoops. This is a work in progress.
Want to chat business or life? We’re around.
An article
Kim Velsey goes long on the market for Nantucket houses are about to fall into the ocean. One man purchased two such houses, for a combined $1.3 million, which is possibly a steal.
He did allow that the home’s precarity, a few feet from the edge of a 40-foot drop, offered “both a great view and a scary view.” (“I wouldn’t let young children play in that yard,” one broker told me.) But there were other indications that the purchases might have involved more than a little wishful thinking: A similar house down the street was $8.4 million, so, Charles said, it was “really worth $8 million if you really think about it.”
Yes, sir, that is one way to think about it.
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A show
Continuing the theme, here’s a house that will not fall into the ocean around Nantucket, which is good because it’s so large that the sea level would rise a foot if it did.
People, however, will end up dead. Pick your poison with that island, I guess. Or maybe just stay away.
Also, who is the detective? Why did Mare of Dorchester need to fly in on a helicopter? Is there not a single detective on Nantucket?
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A project
We signed on with an up-and-coming film production studio to help them with their website.
We’re starting small and building, the best way to do business. In any new client relationship, it’s ideal if both parties can be nimble and navigate around any icebergs. But also, we’re excited. Full steam ahead.
Also, Bill wrote a good thing for
: The core of great brand writing is reporting***
An app
Back in August, a friend was like “I listened to this podcast about a new Monopoly app, and I started playing, and it’s very fun, and you should download it, too.” Being both an enjoyer of Monopoly and easily swayed, I did. And, boy, was that decision the best and also the worst. This game is unfathomable silly and also very addicting. (These things might not be unrelated.) I’m not going to explain how to play because you will almost certainly think less of me, but you should download it and then we can be friends on the app and trade stickers to get more dice rolls. Totally normal stuff.
The lesson, as always, is that podcasts are terrible.
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A race
Good news: 6th, 5th, and 2nd fastest swim, bike, and run times, respectively.
Bad news: 69th (not going to make a joke this is a business publication) and 34th (nice) fastest T1 and T2 times.
What was I doing for almost three minutes between swimming and biking? Who knows. Mostly struggling to put on my triathlon top, giving up, considering biking without a shirt, deciding that was a bad idea, then struggling to put on my tri top, finally succeeding only to realize it was inside out and starting the whole process again. I also ripped the bib off my tri belt by accident and stuffed it down my tights. Weird choice there. A real comedy of errors.
Otherwise, very much enjoyed the Rockaway Beach sprint tri. Chaos in the best way. Why close the boardwalk when you could instead have a million people doing a million different things and yet it all sort of works out? A true New York City athletic experience. No sharks in the water, either. You take the wins where you can get them.
Bill returns in two weeks. October oy.