Today I had a day date with a web entrepreneur, and, a few weeks ago, I tooled around town with yet another one. 

It seems left and right of me in this town folks are launching starter budget web projects, all of which have (or are in fact yielding) great returns on the efforts going into them.  You'd think being exposed to all this that I'd get off my duff and really try to develop and market something myself rather than simply "lop them out" like I do.  Fact is, however, while I do enjoy innovating and coding - I'm not much a business man or, really, much of a social manager.  You have to be somewhat focused and organized to make things work, and, you have to be willing to interact with and trust others.  I'm sure my penchant for developing in quiet desperation is the same reason I'll never be a filmmaker, either, much as I'd love to become one.  Ah, dreamin'.

So, that I prefer to build and launch at prototype scale via my Dave the Web Guy persona, is reflective of my desire to keep things, however limiting it may ultimately be for me, within my direct control.  Saving for larks and the like, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to cash in with a dot com of my own. 

Fortunately my web entrepreneur friends are more well-rounded and get along nicely and productively with others. 

My buddette Rachel launched TypecastAudiobooks.com.

Tonight I just got word that my Tampa friend Rachel launched TypecastAudioBooks.com.  It's pretty straightforward in what it is - literally a place to purchase and download audiobooks for playback in an MP3 player.  I encourage you to check it out and, maybe, if you help make her and her legions of artists any degree of success, I'll somehow be inspired to put more into my own stuff.  Go there!

Obama and Michelle Obama were in town Saturday. By literal chance I happened along the Belasco theater just as the police were preparing for the Presidential attendance of "Joe Turner's Come and Gone".

President Barack Obama's motorcade on 6th Avenue in NYC

Initially thrilled that I was at the curb and might see him in person, we were informed as show time approached that we would be cleared from the area when Obama actually got there. So, I, like many of the folks who had gathered, begrudgingly lined 6th Avenue some three blocks up instead.

Me about two to three hours before President Obama shows up at the Belasco Theater.

The video is the footage I shot from the motorcade when it eventually arrived. Obama himself appeared to be in the second limo-ish style vehicle of two that go by. It was from that vehicle where the clear profile of someone's hand waving at the crowd was, but, of course who could really tell looking through all that tint. Could have been the official presidential waver.

Mike Tyson's loss is a tragic read.  I wonder if the "cable" they keep referring to is that safety cord that's supposed to pull a magnetic button away from the exercise console when the user trips or falls.  It's supposed to break the circuit and thus trigger an emergency shutdown of the treadmill. 

If so, it's uncanny to me that it didn't simply pull away as it is designed to do under any sort of tugging stress.  I mean, that's the whole point of the thing.  In any event, god awful stuff here.

This is to expand on my Tweet "Lunch in the park assessing how exactly unattractive women strike me as unattractive, specifically. Insightful conclusions." - and to push out better what may not come through so elegantly in 140 characters or less. It did, in its Tweet-limited form, cause something of a minor agitation among my FB friends.

When I find someone attractive, I usually know why very quickly. When someone strikes me as attractive, I have a litany of instant reasons at bay. She has a great smile, a great bosom, tall legs, a snappy disposition, blond hair, brunette hair, no hair...the list goes on and on. We're all eager enough to let ourselves know why someone turns the crank for us.

But when someone strikes us as unattractive, we are woe to tell ourselves why exactly to any great depth. We marginalize our own curiosity. In fact, many times, we use the very lack of introspect as cause itself to justify our downward-spiraling contempt. Desperate as the decent people we are to evade the crawling discomfort of explanation, or maybe even the responsibility, we typically just don't do it.

So my challenge today, spontaneous as it was and borne of late noon idleness, was, on that park bench, to meet the question head on. Really, just look at the women who turn me the wrong way and ask myself: *why*. Dare to answer the question. Really fondle the origins and just get messy with it through and through, down to the very roots. For once in my life, not fill in a blank about myself with why I'm drawn to someone, but rather, fill in a blank or two about myself when I'm not, or, more precisely, when I'm utterly repulsed.

The actual results of this mental exercise are of course strictly personal and I would never share. Suffice to say that the reasons I mulled ranged from the trivial to the provoking, the superficial to the wizened. And don't be fooled here. In some cases it was more obviously circumstantial, or, something about a woman's apparent public nature even in cases where general physical beauty abounded. In this exercise, being genuinely turned off by sheer personality turned out to be the richest grade of newly found self awareness.

Yes, it was a judgmental process. A daring one to be sure. And yet, there was no ill will nor compassion needed. Many of these ladies dangled happily and lazily off the arms of their handsome lovers who rose above my lowest sentiment of his pairing to enjoy the most important quality of life, which is love in play. Content, oblivious, and living the irrelevancy of my personal opine or anyone's.

It was interesting. I urge each of you to do the same. Find a public place, a park, or a Starbucks maybe, and just put yourself to the challenge. Discreetly of course, and with humbility. Don't wait for my upcoming book on the subject: "I'm Okay, You're a Cow", because the question isn't of human value or our relative piece of it. We all encounter people who we find attractive and we all encounter people who we don't. It's thoughtful to find out something about yourself by means of either. So just do it.

As for this entire topic I can't apologize for having a taste between people or in pointing out the fact that I do. If I so engage a woman of exceptionally regarded beauty, so be it. If I love a woman of lesser taste than the public at large, so be that as well. After all it'll be somewhat difficult for me to hide my strongest preference on my wedding day.