"What the f*#k are you doing ?" he screamed so loudly that I dropped my new 3G I-Phone. "Where are the m.f. ing pix of the sexy ASPEN GIRLS" he shouted. "You've lost the edge, dude!!!" The FRO wouldn't let up, on and on and on he continued his rant. "Parade pix and G.D. hikes to the lake don't sell $18 million houses"----I could hear his fat-a$$ fist slam the desk just before the line went dead.
I guess it was a bad time to tell him what I was up to. I booked out of Aspen for the summer... and that user generated content is Web 2.0...and that my stint in ski-hab is taking place in San Francisco...and I'm here trying to "tech up". Oh yeah, and if you aren't networking via the web---you're "an antique". I figured he might blow a lung, ...so for once ...I kept my mouth shut.
The cat's out of the bag. AspenSpin.com is not taking the pix this summer. I'll be back by labor day to continue my domination of "old media" in Aspen.