People are often thrilled by the fact that I try to keep track of
their interests and inclinations. I avidly file away tidbits I learn
while listening to them talk, but I’m not yet used to asking people
for more details or engaging in small talk. I’m starting to think that
there’s more to small talk than just passing time, though. I guess
asking about all of these things makes good business sense.
re: your post on keeping track of people and their interests – did you ever hear of the “Mackay 66″ ? A guy here in the US wrote a book about selling, and he requires his saleman to keep a “66” on each customer – 66 things you should know about them. See http://www.mackay.com/howhelp/Mac66.html – at least 1 thru 57 is useful for friends too.
I wonder what other lists are out there…
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On our way back from Infoweapons (and on the prowl for non-fried
places to eat), Paolo and I spotted a brightly-lit cafe with Japanese
characters sprayed on its windows. We stood there for a moment,
deciphering the inscription: ÃƒÂ¥Ã‚Â–Ã‚Â«ÃƒÂ¨Ã‚ÂŒÃ‚Â¶ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¨ÃƒÂ¨Ã‚Â»Ã‚Â½ÃƒÂ©Ã‚Â£Ã‚ÂŸ. Tea house and snacks. Coffee
and snacks. Something like that.
Then we saw the bookshelves overflowing with manga.
We went in and stared at the manga collection for a moment. I amused
myself by trying to translate the sign posted above the bookshelf. The
English caption mentioned Japanese people who want to converse with
Cebuanos. Being neither Japanese nor Cebuano, I wondered if they’d let
me come and practice Japanese anyway. A look at the clientele—old
Japanese businessmen, pretty Filipinas—and at the high prices posted,
and Paolo and I looked at each other and laughed. It might be like one
of those snack bars I saw in Shinjuku…
Hmm. Maybe we can have a cup of hot chocolate / coffee and read as
much as we want. Maybe Wednesday. Hehehe…
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Babe’s airing on HBO right now. It reminds me of this Windows 3.11
game about herding sheep. The strange thing is that I can’t quite
remember playing the game. I mean, I remember playing it, but I’m not
sure if I really remember playing it.
There goes my sanity, I guess… Does anyone else remember this game?
I miss Maxwell’s Demon, too. And Jezzball. Whee.
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