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There is a movement online. A groundswell of opinion, that has been building for a couple of years.
First there was a lot of lip service to transparency. A spill over from the corporate days where transparent management was a big thing. Transparency was a good idea in practice…but who really practiced it?
People aren’t standing for lip service any more, they are outing bad business practices online. A combination of a higher focus by Government regulators, and customers themselves, demanding transparent and ethical business dealings. The shady and the completely fraudulent have been given notice, and they really need to take heed.
We are taking founding members for the Secret Women’s Business Network at the moment. Even though we are charging a ridiculous $4.95 a month to join the group, top post in the main membership area is a video explaining how to unsubscribe. Why? Because we believe in ensuring that every thing that we have hated about other paid-for programs, is fixed in ours. We are quite militant about that. We don’t want people to pay us because they “forgot” to unsubscribe, or because the amount is so low that they don’t expect much for their money.
We are not fearful about people unsubscribing because MONEY is not our motivation, our MEMBERS are.
It doesn’t take courage to be militantly ethical, it takes integrity.
On Monday the Secret Women’s Business Network will be launching our membership site with an announcement and a link to join up. because I am the founder of the SWBN I am going to take a small liberty and do some pre-leaking (hey if Apple can do it then so can I).
You didn’t hear it form me but…
Secret Women’s Business Network – Bringing business women together to profit.
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Yes some already exist, but listen for the stampede of running feet to produce some of these.
And no I am still not buying one and I don’t think enough of my market (yet) will be buying one either.
I'm not biting
I has a small dilemma yesterday when I was creating business cards to give out at the 30DC Coming Home conference next month. Do I create a Secret Women’s Business Network one with our logo and URL and put the title “Founder” on it? Do I plug Local Then Global my startup offline/online small business consultancy business, and put the title CEO on it? But what about my other projects, my Sphynx Cat blog and The Podlife ? And then there are the sites that are just being born that should mature a fair bit after the conference itself..how can I capture all of those in a simple business card….
So I went for a very old web idea, one that hasn’t seen the light of day since the early 90’s but I think it will work in this case. I am creating a gateway website to all of my web properties and businesses.
You should know by now I am a huge fan of transparency and the gateway neatly dovetails into that philosophy by showing off where I am and what I am doing. It gives a more rounded version of who I am and it will also show off how productive I really am.
The URL will only appear on my business cards and so initially I will be able to see how effective business cards really are when tossing them around like confetti at a conference.
Thanks to wallyg for the image
I was wheeled into a room to have a spinal block anesthesia inserted so I could be awake to see the birth of my daughter by c-section. This was going to be a better birth for me that my son’s. For him I was in labor for 60 hours and finally had a ceasarean when he became distressed. So there I was on the trolley..waiting.
My at-the-time-husband had gone on ahead into the operating room and was waiting for me. All gowns and smiles, this was going to be a piece of cake for him, though there would be no hot and cold running nurses and baked dinners while he watched me labor, not like last time. I never wanted to know what the sex of our babies were before they were born, my motto was “there are precious few surprises on the day”. In both deliveries I was dead wrong about the lack of surprises.
“Roll over facing away from me and draw your knees up” the anesthesiologist ordered. I did as instructed. While he washed my back with iodine he explained he was going to just give an injection into the spine as this was to be a “wide awake” ceasarean and not an epidural, which was almost the same thing but they left a tube connected to a catheter so the paralytic could be topped up if needed. Being my usual compliant self I nodded understanding and said “yes” and “ok” a lot.
First was the pinprick of the numbing local anaesthetic to dull the pain of the needle to go into my spine. “OK you may feel a little discomfort and pressure” and I steeled myself for the pain that you know is coming whenever a doctor says “little discomfort”. There was pain, but immediately there was something else.
In the blink of an eye I couldn’t breath. One second I was fine but in pain, the next I was trying to gasp like a fish. A nurse rushed over and looked at my blood pressure, she shouts “she’s flat!!!” . The anesthesiologist grabs a catheter and shoves it in the back of one hand and hooks a bag of saline to it, and repeats with the other arm. The nurse is shouting numbers.
My brain totally disconnected from what was happening. It wasn’t an out of body experience, it was detachment from the events. I was still seeing with my eyes and hearing with my ears, but the struggle was no longer stressful. One single thought came into my head “I am going to die”. I didn’t struggle, I didn’t think of what was involved in dying, or what would come after for those left behind, I just gave up…immediately. I am still haunted by that lack of …fight.
Next thing I was head down on a tilted table, the doctor had a bag of saline under each armpit and was squeezing hard to get the fluids in. The room came rushing back and suddenly I was normal again.
“Ready to have a baby?” the doctor asked. Just like that, like nothing had just happened.
They wheeled me into the operating room and no-one noticed or said anything. It was our secret.
I was slid onto the operating table and my arms strapped out on boards like I was being crucified. “That’s to stop you trying to put your hands inside yourself” and voice laughed “Yeah we don’t need any ‘extra’ help”. They arranged all of the sheets and and a screen to hide the carnage my abdomen was about to go through. The doctor asked whether I had any questions..
“Umm, are my legs laying flat?” . My brain hadn’t disconnected from the fact that they were flat after being drawn up when i was paralysed. I totally understand phantom limbs because the whole time they doctors were rummaging around inside of my I was convinced I was laying in a very unladylike position.
They told me it was time to start and that I would be kept in the loop with what was happening, and that it would all be over very quickly.
“Can I watch?”
They explained to me they would give me a peek, but that it wasn’t a good idea to watch. “It can affect some people badly”. So I had a quick look at my insides and would have loved to watch the whole thing but the curtain was raised again. Within a few minutes the doctor announced “You will feel some pressure now, we need to squeeze the baby out of the incision”. In my mind I appended “like a huge pimple”.
As soon as they pulled her free from my body I started crying. “It’s a girl!” they brought her up to my face and she dripped some blood and guts on me but I didn’t care. She was beautiful, wrinkled and mottled like a German sausage, perfect.
Happy Birthday Kelsie, Mummy loves you!
Perfect ping-pong ball head
It is confirmed that Apple are releasing something on January 27th. The carefully leaked information would point to the fabled Apple Tablet being released into the wild to gallop free, trampling all before it. While I consider myself an early adopter, I do have a set of rules I play to. I buy what I think is going to be useful to me, rather than what is a funky thing to have.
Let me say up front I am NOT an Apple fangrrl, nor ever have been, but when the iPhone was released in Australia I stood in line at 4am to buy. Not because I wanted to be the first on the block (well maybe a little) but because I really wanted a hand held computing device that would suit my need to be connected at all times and not “really” be a mobile phone. I was never a 3 month changer of phone kit, but I did upgrade the components of my PCs on a regular basis. I have been on cable broadband since it was released in Australia and on the internet since, well since there was videotex. So if I am painting the picture clearly here, I early adopt what I need, but leave the toys for later.
So the Apple tablet, do I need it…welllll no. Would I like one? Hell yes. Am I going to pay for one this round? Nope. I will probably salivate over the people who will be at Ed Dale’s 30DC Home 2 conference that will have one. I am sure Ed will be flashing his about, but I will be strong.
Been flogging myself doing stuff in the back room for the last weeks and I need a fun project I can set to break the tension. I have decided to do a flip experiment.
Here are the rules -
Crazy! I know, but fun, fun fun.
Let’s see how I go
Thanks to JB London for image
With the 30DCHome 2 conference coming up in February I am working hard at making sure I get the most out of the conference in personal learning, but also in terms of brand marketing of the SWBN and of myself.
I have set the following goals which are fairly ambitious, but at the same time absolutely obtainable
If you want to meet up with me at a special time then drop me a line, I am looking forward to getting together.
This is my breakthrough conference. The one where I emerge from the shadows and start selling myself and my ideas.
Thanks to Duplicom for the image
If there is one thing that people really, really dislike (especially on the internet) is to trust someone and then be betrayed. Humans will accept mistakes, bad judgement, and ill worded opinions, but they will not tolerate being sucked into believing something and then find out they have been totally conned.
Thus is the case with Chris Reynolds who believed that the product he was selling was above board, effective and successful. After all the creator Ashley Morgan had marketed it as such, and also marketed himself as “not like those other guys”. Alas that all came tumbling down when Chris realised he had been deceived by lies and that Ashley Morgan was actually worse than just a scammer, he would also chase his detractors with fake accounts and harass them to stop any negative feedback. Isn’t that stalking?
Anyway we can only hope that more affiliates stand up when they are selling a crap product and declare they are as mad as hell and they are not going to take it any more. I have always been a big advocate of self responsibility and industry self regulation. I hope other affiliates of this Twitter spam product also have the integrity to call out what has gone on.
Chris’ blog post today tells it like it is and marks the death knell for the Twitter spam product, Genesis Rocket.
