Hurting, brooding, kind of liking how it feels, discovering pain and self-pity as a teenager, with Bob Dylan’s Blood on the Tracks. When I hear those songs now it reminds me of that time and it’s even better, it’s been auto-corrected. At… Read More ›
I used to think that art and science were separate, discrete: “the art and science of project management.” In my mind, the art-part was more appealing and mysterious. But as with other things we want to understand, they run back… Read More ›
You have a restaurant. The restaurant is born out of your desire to share your favorite recipes, create a place for people to feel a certain way. Whether or not you know it, you’ve got a brand. There are things… Read More ›
I took a bet I’d like this whole project management thing. I liked the idea of bringing order to chaos, helping people think things through, and getting things done. When I studied project management in the classroom it all made… Read More ›
Woody Allen didn’t read his film reviews, which suggests two things: 1. He didn’t care what the critics thought, and/or 2. He didn’t want the critics to influence his work. It’s important to know who your customers are and what… Read More ›
They used to put up signs in our old neighborhood saying “Football Traffic,” on Saturdays. Our friend Jim said these were his two least-favorite words, together on one sign. Traffic is only good on the Internet. I’ve been reading about… Read More ›
Utah Avenue is a sad, crooked street that runs up the back side of Seattle’s industrial district. I’ve been walking this street for 17 years now since it’s where I work. It’s where I go to clear my head, get… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 