Baby Boomers, Gen X’ers, and Millenials – oh my!

I just want to show society what people born after 1960 think about things… We’re sick of stupid labels, we’re sick of being marginalized in lousy jobs, and we’re tired of hearing about ourselves from others.
– Douglas Coupland, Canadian novelist, interview with the Boston Globe, 1991, about his novel, Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture

I finally found a pair of pajamas that I wanted to wear for day and evening wear.

I finally found a pair of pajamas that I wanted to wear for day and evening wear.

I read an online article today on the Pew Charitable Trust’s recent study and its conclusion that Generation X’ers were the hardest hit by this past recession compared to the four other age groups that were also examined. Gen X’ers – also dubbed the slacker and the Boomerang Generation – have been saddled with student loans and credit card debt, although I’m sure a lot of Generation Y or Millenials are in the same situation. I looked up the time periods for the different generational groups because beyond Baby Boomers I don’t know Generations X and Y from Adam. Myriad sources differ vastly on the start and end years, which only adds to my generational confusion. Therefore, I’m relying on the Pew Internet and American Life Project’s delineations because I’m familiar with their studies and I reference their research in my work now and then. So according to the Pew Research Center: Older Baby Boomers (1946-1954), Younger Baby Boomers (1955-1964), Gen X (1965-1976), and Gen Y (1977-1992).

Gold jewelry with pajamas: Kate Peterson necklace (El Cerrito, CA), Carmela Rose reclaimed vintage earrings, Alkemie cuff (LA), rings by In God We Trust (NYC) and Sundance.

Gold jewelry with pajamas: Kate Peterson necklace (El Cerrito, CA), Carmela Rose reclaimed vintage earrings, Alkemie cuff (LA), rings by In God We Trust (NYC) and Sundance.

It never made sense to me to define any generation within a span of nearly 20 years because of the broad spectrum of political and cultural changes that occur in that time frame and the different impact of those events and movements on children and adults. I associate Baby Boomers with stability, one-company careers, big house and two cars in the suburbs, and two-week or more summer vacations. In fact, they were the young adults navigating through upheavals such as the Vietnam War and the Civil Rights movement. It’s important to divide the generation into Younger and Older Baby Boomers because they grew up differently. The Silent Generation (1937-1945), which grew up in the aftermath of the Great Depression and endured WWII and the Korean War, worked to overcome those hardships and establish the suburban lifestyle that their Younger Baby Boomers would enjoy and expect when they became adults. While I never really thought of myself as a Baby Boomer, as a Young Baby Boomer, I could relate to having those aspirations. And even though I wanted to be a writer since I was a girl and have a career, independence, and travel, I realize that I expected to follow The Brady Bunch path. I just needed to get my degree, travel, work hard, and then get married, raise a family, and drive that station wagon into that two-story house’s garage.

Add a different Japanese print with this textile purse to the ensemble.

Add a different Japanese print with this textile purse to the ensemble.

Long before Douglas Coupland wrote Generation X in 1991, the photographer Robert Capa coined the term to describe the twentysomethings who grew up post-WWII and were subjects of a photo-essay that was published in 1953. It’s not quite the time frame that we think of today as being Generation X. Regardless, some put Generation X starting as early as 1961. Really though, is there that much of a difference between 1962 and 1965, which is the year that David was born and also the year that the Pew Research Center marks as the beginning of the Gen X generation? As much as he gives me a hard time about being older than he, there’s little difference – musical tastes aside. There’s a big difference, however, between someone born in 1965 and someone born in 1984, which is the span that The Harvard Center defines as Generation X. My family, friends, and acquaintances born in the 1960s are, for the most part, hard-working and earned the fruits of their labor. David will complain about co-workers, born after 1980, who are listening to their iPods with earplugs, clicking out of Google Maps when their managers walk by their cubicles. That’s the description we’ve come to associate with Gen X’ers. It’s not me and it’s not David. And to be fair, it’s not the majority of people born within those years.

Japanese-inspired print, chocolate burn-out shawl, and shiny bronze pumps.

Japanese-inspired print, chocolate burn-out shawl, and shiny bronze pumps.

But back to the article’s study: while I don’t think of myself as a Gen X’er, I will say that perhaps one trait that I do share with Gen X’ers is a smidgen of disillusionment with certain adages, such as good prevails over evil and hard work pays off. This may be a trait that spans generations because cynicism and disillusionment are everywhere. That said, despite the rockiness of the past five years, I remain hopeful that most of the time good prevails over evil and most of the time hard work will pay off.  Sometimes I feel as if on one level I’m no different from my mother; I’m just as exhausted at the end of the day as she, who picked grapes in the summertime and packed oranges in the wintertime. Perhaps I am not better off than my parents, depending upon how you define “better off,” as many experts tell us is the case. To be sure, my mother lived a harder, more physically demanding life than I do. But I also have many memories of her laughing and gossiping as she and her fellow rummy players sat around the card table in our family room on Sunday afternoons, with the sound of Louis Prima’s trumpet sputtering from our huge stereo console speakers. Those memories make me realize that it’s not all one way or all the other way. We are shaped by the world around us and hardwired at birth, which makes each of us unique. Whether we have a lot of money or not, whether we have a lot of time or not – which to me is much more precious than money – and whether we’re Baby Boomers, Gen X’ers, or Millenials, we can make decisions, and continue to make decisions, to define who we are and to determine the quality of our lives.

In celebration of Walt Whitman

I greet you at the beginning of a great career, which yet must have had a long foreground somewhere, for such a start.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and poet, in a letter to Walt Whitman, American poet, essayist, and journalist, 21 July 1855

No stars, but red, white, and blue stripes - and classic denim.

No stars, but red, white, and blue stripes – and classic denim.

Who didn’t read Walt Whitman’s poetry when they were in high school? As unsophisticated as I was in high school and despite English teachers “teaching” Whitman as a poet whom they had to interpret for us students, I still appreciated his poetry back then and appreciate it even more now. Precisely because on one level he didn’t need to be interpreted, especially when it came to poems as expansive and full of realism as “Song of Myself,” which was included in Leaves of Grass:

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

At a time when we read so many poems in archaic language or poems that rhymed or were contained by strict forms – such as iambic pentameter – it was refreshing to read Whitman’s free verse. His boldness appealed to me as a shy teenager. He spoke to all of us and he embraced us all. The poems I most remember him for were the ones that our teacher exposed us to – both about Lincoln: “When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d” and “O Captain! My Captain!”

Today is Whitman’s birthday. Celebrate our great American poet, who was born in 1819 on this day, by reading one of his poems aloud.

Silver accessories include architectural earrings from Lava 9 (Berkeley, CA), necklace from Wyler's (Portland, ME), Sundance stack of rings, and double band from In God We Trust (NYC).

Silver accessories include architectural earrings from Lava 9 (Berkeley, CA), necklace from Wyler’s (Portland, ME), Sundance stack of rings, and double band from In God We Trust (NYC).

Post script: As I thought about Whitman, my mind started wandering and I asked myself if there wasn’t a fictional high school in a classic television show that bore his name. Walt Whitman High School in Los Angeles was the setting for the famous history classroom – Room 222, a comedy-drama that ran from September 1969 to January 1974. I looked it up on Google and then listened to the television show’s theme song, which took me back to my childhood. I didn’t watch reruns of it; my sisters and I watched it every Friday evening, after The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, and before The Odd Couple and Love, American Style. What a blockbuster line-up. Those were the days. Watching Room 222 back then, that’s what I thought high school was going to be – a thought-provoking place where teachers and the other adults there were passionate about wanting students to make the world a better place once they left. At that time, it made sense that the focus was on an African-American history teacher, played by Lloyd Hanes, supported by an idealistic student teacher (remember Karen Valentine?), the compassionate guidance counselor, and the supportive principal. Not that I can remember too much about the topics covered – and I’m sure many were over my head – but the show grappled with political and human rights issues. That an episode, which aired in 1971, dealt with anti-gay harassment is pretty amazing for its time. We’ve come a long way, and yet we still have a long way to go. But bringing this blog entry back to Whitman the poet and “Song of Myself” seems fitting and comes full circle. Whitman spoke for us all, as we should, too:

Agonies are one of my changes of garments,
I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person,
My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

Happy Birthday, Walt Whitman!

Red, white, and denim, with architectural elements.

Red, white, and denim, with architectural elements.

The Vacation that wasn’t

It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
– Confucius, Chinese teacher, politician, and philosopher

Another bold outfit for a Monday. Retro-inspired Talbots dress and Kate Spade handbag.

Another bold outfit for a Monday. Retro-inspired Talbots dress and Kate Spade handbag.

I was supposed to take this week off for vacation, which I was going to use to work on the final revision of my novel – the novel that I started back in 1997. Coupled with a three-day weekend, I had high hopes that I would indeed finish my novel, and then have to figure out how to carve out the time to consider my next steps – research online publishing and social media marketing, and then actually execute on publishing and marketing. I believe that’s two separate jobs, in addition to my blogging, which is a part-time job and takes up my weekends and free time when I’m not doing everything else that I need to be doing to have a functioning home and world and happy family, and then there’s my day-time job.

As fate would have it, I found out that I didn’t have the hours to take this week off. My first reaction was of outrage and then defeat. How could I finish my novel when I have to rely on the two weeks of vacation allotted to me on a yearly basis? (My third week is actually used for doing something with my family.) And beyond finishing my novel this year, and online publishing and marketing it, how on earth can I find the big blocks of time to return to my second novel, which I had begun in 2006 and requires a lot of research?

Go for the jugular with blood-red carnelian earrings and necklace by Carmela Rose and Juicy Couture ring.

Go for the jugular with blood-red carnelian earrings and necklace by Carmela Rose and Juicy Couture ring.

The more questions I encountered, the more frustrated and helpless I began to feel. As the days passed since learning of my fate, I realized it was just as well. A few projects are due around this time, and there is no escaping having to work on them this week, so my “week off” would have been compromised.

Of late, my “free” time has been reserved for fixing image issues with my blog and limping along as I build a Facebook fan page for my blog. The former has been time and labor intensive, the latter I’m still trying to figure it out. Stay tuned.

Slip on statement sunglasses and I'm ready for Monday, come what may.

Slip on statement sunglasses and I’m ready for Monday, come what may.

Despite coming into this week, which has shaped up to be quite different from what I had planned a few weeks ago, I tell myself: There’s nothing I can do for the time being, but I will get there. I will get to my destination and be made stronger for the detour in my journey. I will finish my novel and I will be happy with it. The technical issues for the blog will be resolved. The fan page will be populated with images and content, though it may not look pretty in the first iteration. But everything will happen because this time I won’t stop. Sometimes it’s okay to push the timeline, the deadline. I may die a little inside because things are delayed once more. But it’s a gnat hovering in my face. Nobody is going to die or get hurt for yet another delay.

So long as I don’t go backwards, everything will be okay. It’s Monday, the beginning of a new week. The beginning, the beginning.

Book spine haiku, Volume 3

Consider me
As one who loved poetry
And persimmons.
– Masaoka Shiki, Japanese poet

It’s time for another edition of book spine haiku. This volume features my friend Kathy Verschoor, my husband David, and yours truly.

Kathy's contribution.

Kathy’s contribution.

Kathy's second contribution.

Kathy’s second contribution.

David's contribution.

David’s contribution.

My contribution for book spine haiku, volume 3.

My contribution for book spine haiku, volume 3.

My fashionable haiku contribution.

My fashionable haiku contribution.

It's a breeze to mix patterns with black-and-white separates. Just add a bright red handbag for contrast.

It’s a breeze to mix patterns with black-and-white separates. Just add a bright red handbag to stand out even more.

Clear bangle (Anthropologie), necklaces and earrings by Carmela Rose, stack of rings (Sundance), and double band from In God We Trust (NYC).

Clear bangle (Anthropologie), necklaces and earrings by Carmela Rose, stack of rings (Sundance), and double band from In God We Trust (NYC). Aside from the bangle, keep the jewelry delicate and let the colors and patterns of your outfit be the focal point.

Be playful and mix patterns in black and white.

Be playful and mix patterns in black and white.

What youth baseball has taught me

Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
– Babe Ruth, Major League Baseball player

Opening day with friend and teammate Isaac, Pinto Seals, March 2008.

Opening day with friend and teammate Isaac, Pinto Seals, March 2008.

When my son Jacob began playing tee ball in first grade, I never attended a single game that season. Don’t get me wrong. I was a long-time baseball fan since before high school – this dates me, but my favorite player was Carlton Fisk of the Boston Red Sox in the 1970s – and I have been a San Francisco Giants fan since moving to the Bay Area in 1990. But I wasn’t ready to join the ranks of parents who spent their weekends at their children’s sporting events. I didn’t want to give up my weekends. Fast forward two years. In third grade, he showed skills and a love for the game, which reawakened my love for the game. Fast forward four more years, after David has been coaching Jacob’s teams and managed one of the league division’s summer all-star teams for two years. David now manages Jacob’s travel team, the Hornets, who play in tournaments every other weekend.

Jacob at the plate, Pinto Seals, spring 2009.

Jacob at the plate, Pinto Seals, spring 2009.

Baseball is life
They say baseball is life, and if you love the game you understand why. Team sports teach kids how to work together towards a goal, instead of as individuals. Every player on the field has a role in every play; the moment the pitcher is in the wind-up, the other eight players are moving (or should be moving) in anticipation of the ball coming to them. I’ve heard David tell all the kids on the field, “The ball’s coming to you!” (Years earlier, David once told Jacob that when he was playing the outfield as a kid, he always wanted the ball to be hit to him. That was fire in the belly.) If the ball isn’t hit to them, they should be moving, either to where the ball is or to the next play, covering the bases or the immediate areas to back up their teammates. You should always have your teammate’s back.

Little League Day with the Oakland A's: Geo Gonzalez signs baseballs for Jacob and his buddy and teammate Nic after participating in the pre-game Chalk Talk on the field.

Little League Day with the Oakland A’s, April 2010: Geo Gonzalez signs baseballs for Jacob and his buddy and teammate Nic after their participation in the pre-game Chalk Talk on the field.

Moms in the stands
Like most moms, I wanted my son to do his best and to suck it up when he made an error, but, of course, he wasn’t supposed to make any errors. During summer ball after third grade, Jacob had meltdowns when he made an error. He took himself out of the game by stomping around in the outfield or defiantly putting his arms to the side in right field, basically giving up while his team was in play. I was aghast – horrified – and angry. David had long talks with him about not letting his team down. It was one thing to beat yourself up and quit, but you can’t shortchange your team. (We used to call him the master of self-flagellation, a trait no doubt he had gotten from me but had taken to new heights.)

He still gets upset when he’s pitching and not getting the support defensively or when he’s still thinking about his called-strike-three at bat to end the inning before. I can see it in his body language – the slumped shoulders, the hard blinking to keep the tears at bay – but he isn’t melting down to the point of being useless to his teammates. That comes from slow-growth maturity. And as painful as it was and still is for me, his mom, to watch from the stands, I realize that he is learning on a stage – the baseball field, in front of coaches, teammates, and families – which is something that I, as a painfully shy child, could not imagine.

Hornets, 2nd place at San Anselmo, July 2011.

Hornets, 2nd place at San Anselmo, July 2011.

Embracing risk
When he moved up from the Pinto level (grassy infield and squishy ball) to the Mustang level (dirt infield and hard ball), he worked himself out of the position of shortstop, which he had played with such fierceness and command the year before. He confessed to his fear of the ball, which greatly disappointed me. I kept telling him he just needed to overcome his fear. Although he has embraced centerfield, overcoming fear is still an important life lesson.

I never realized that I was risk-averse, too, when it came to youth baseball. If Jacob pitched two great innings in a game, I wanted him to come out after that inning, not only to preserve an unblemished pitching effort but also to have him leave the mound with more confidence. If the team was winning or in a tight game in the latter innings, some of us moms in the stands would hold our breath, wondering if our son was going to pitch, and then breathe a sigh of relief when our son didn’t trot to the mound and pick up the ball.

Hornets, 2nd place, San Anselmo, July 2012.

Hornets, 2nd place, San Anselmo, July 2012.

Last year, in one of the tournament games he pitched a great two innings and in the process threw very few pitches. His team was ahead and it was the other team’s last chance to overcome the Hornets. Jacob overthrew the ball, trying to strike out the side in the bottom of the sixth. He walked batters and gave up hits. Soon the lead shifted and the other team won. Jacob was devastated. I was devastated, too. But the other emotion that coursed through me was anger. How could David let him pitch that third inning, when two is the modus operandi? Why push his limit? Why, to be more pointed, ruin the great two innings he had just pitched? David’s response: He pitched well those two innings and threw 19 pitches total, so they put him out there again, expecting the same stellar results. He has to learn how to handle the pressure, David concluded. I didn’t agree with the reasoning. The season ended with me still believing a new pitcher should have been inserted.

After three games on a Saturday in Fremont, we're still standing.

After three games on a Saturday in Fremont, we’re still standing, May 2013.

A New season
In a recent tournament in Sunnyale, one of our Hornets moms, Yoko, told me she accepts that we can’t control many things in life and has developed a Zen mentality for everything, including youth baseball. She sings the Kelly Clarkson song, “What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger,” to her son and daughter. In that same tournament, in their first game, Jacob had pitched well in his first inning, and although he pitched well his second inning, the opposing team tied the game. I didn’t expect to see him come out for the “sudden death” extra inning, but he was sent back to the mound for a third inning because he had a low pitch count and he had pitched well overall.

Ready for a Hornets game!

Ready for a Hornets game!

In sudden death, the opposing team gets to determine where in their line-up they want to start their inning, with runners already at first and second. Jacob overthrew a pitch or two before collecting himself to record the first two outs. Then he gave up the game-winning single. Jacob walked off the mound, devastated and crying. I was disappointed for him. But this time around, I was surprisingly calm. I finally understand – in a way that he doesn’t yet – that adversity and defeat build character, even as it hurts mightily now, even as it hurts us parents to see our children this way. I bit my lip and watched David talk to him, as Jacob’s shoulders heaved up and down. David later told me he was telling Jacob that he noticed him overthrowing, then taking a deep breath and composing himself for the next pitch. He told Jacob that his response on the mound was a huge step – regardless of the outcome – because last year he couldn’t regain his composure. That was David’s takeaway. My takeaway was that it’s not about preserving the perfect, it’s about becoming a stronger player and a stronger person. And a wiser mom.

What happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas: Applying business concepts to everyday life

Instructions for living a life.
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
– Mary Oliver, American poet

Daniel Pink gave an entertaining talk at a healthcare supply-chain management conference in Vegas.

Daniel Pink gave an entertaining talk at a healthcare supply-chain management conference in Vegas.

I’ve been to a lot of business conferences and reported on a lot of sessions in the last decade for my work. Sometimes I’m fortunate when conference sponsors secure a big name as their keynote speaker. I’ve been close enough to snap a photo of President Clinton’s nose (yes, it was red) after his opening speech at a conference in Las Vegas many years ago. I heard Mitt Romney at the same conference a few years later when there were whisperings of him being a potential presidential candidate for 2008. I had the privilege of hearing Harvard Business School professor Clayton M. Christensen, who coined the term disruptive technology. I got to talk with Steven D. Levitt, economist and author of Freakonomics after his speech when he was signing books. I reported on a speech given by Malcolm Gladwell, New Yorker staff writer, journalist, and author of The Tipping Point: How Little Things Make a Big Difference and Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking.

At this particular Las Vegas conference, Daniel Pink, author of Drive and his recently released book To Sell Is Human: The Surprising Truth About Moving Others, and Jeffrey Ma, business strategist and author, were the featured speakers. I eagerly attended both events, though I was not reporting on them, because I knew I would come away with lessons from their research that I could apply to my everyday life.

How to move people
Though I was familiar with the book Drive, which was published in 2009, I have not read it. In the book, Pink argues that we are motivated not by carrots and sticks but by autonomy, mastery, and purpose. The book’s intent is to change the way we motivate ourselves and others. In his new book, Pink makes a case for all of us being a salesperson. A survey conducted in 2000 revealed that 1 in 9 people in the U.S. workforce identify themselves as sales people. When asked, however, if in their jobs they have to convince or persuade people to give up something they value for something they can offer – be it attention, commitment, time, and so on – the number shot up to 41 percent. Everyone at some point engages in this activity. It’s essentially selling but without money trading hands.

Pink conducted an attunement exercise with volunteers from the audience to determine how attuned they are to other people's perspective.

Pink conducted an attunement exercise with volunteers from the audience to determine how perceptive they are to other people’s perspective.

In this activity, people are trying to move others. Pink gave some pointers on how to move people, without coming across as a sleazy, untrustworthy sales person. (He also noted that we should move away from thinking negatively of salespeople and consider it a positive skill that can be honed when both buyer and seller have information parity.) Pink identified three fundamental qualities to effectively move people: attunement, buoyancy, and clarity. In order to have common ground with the people whom you’re trying to move, you need to be able to see their perspective; you need to be attuned to them. In a sea of constant rejection, you have to find a way to stay afloat. Instead of pumping yourself up, Pink encourages questioning yourself, which at first seems counterintuitive. However, he says we should think of failure as external rather than internal, temporary rather than permanent, and temporal rather than constant. When you approach failure as an intellectual exercise rather than a pep rally, you’ll actually be stronger in the face of adversity. Lastly, you need to pull the signal from the noise, curate the relevant information from the mountain of data that assaults us on a daily basis, so that when you present your argument to those whom you want to move, they have the right information and nothing more.

Pink cited a study in which “ambiverts,” a term from the 1920s, were more successful selling a product than extroverts and introverts. Being in the middle on the spectrum, ambiverts know when to push and when to hold back, when to talk and when to be silent. In other words, they know how to modulate themselves. We can learn from ambiverts and we can work towards becoming ambidextrous ourselves, so to speak.

Lastly, when trying to move people, make it purposeful – at the core, you’re trying to help people – and make it personal – put a human face on it. People are persuaded by this. “Make it real,” Pink concluded. In moving people, we are serving people, so we should always look upon ourselves as role models and therefore act as role models.

Learning from blackjack
Jeffrey Ma is better known as the subject of Ben Mezrich’s New York Times bestseller Bringing Down the House, published in 2003, which chronicles how Ma and five of his classmates from MIT used statistics to win big – as in hundreds of thousands of dollars – at blackjack. (He has since been barred from playing in Vegas.) Ma contends that we can learn how to make decisions by taking a page from blackjack.

Jeffrey Ma also entertains in Vegas. I think authors of best-selling business books must take acting and comedy classes.

Jeffrey Ma is also entertaining. I think authors of best-selling business books take acting and comedy classes.

Given that I don’t know how to play blackjack, I’m going to dispense with the references to the game peppered throughout his talk. Ma cited a study about why people put off making difficult decisions. Ma put his spin on it, pushing us to carry on and make those difficult decisions. We have the data to make the right decisions, so don’t count on dumb luck. Don’t be afraid – “be okay with risk,” so long as you understand the risk and what the upside is. And don’t subject yourself to “loss aversion,” which is making decisions based on what could be lost rather than on the potential gain.

The biggest lesson Ma imparted was to embrace failure. Stick with the data-driven decision, even if it means a poor outcome. When we try to innovate, no matter what the innovation is, oftentimes we encounter poor outcomes, but Ma encourages us to stick with it, if we truly believe in what we’re doing.

My “I Love Lucy” moment
So I’m compelled to conclude this blog entry with what I call my “I Love Lucy” moment. I left the luncheon soon after Ma stepped off stage. It turns out he was right outside the ballroom, talking with a woman, with his assistant or handler toting his luggage. I stood by the bathroom entrance across the hall for several seconds, trying to figure out if I should go up and ask to take his picture or have our picture taken. On the one hand, is having my picture taken with him on par with having my picture taken with, say, Daniel Day-Lewis? On the other hand, the opportunity to have my picture with someone who is somewhat famous – depending upon who you hang out with – was right under my nose. And lastly, he’ll never see me again, so why not be that crazy person who asks for your picture at a healthcare supply-chain management conference.

While this internal argument continued to play out in my head, Ma and his assistant walked down the hallway. They were several hundred yards away when I decided I was going to make a fool out of myself – because now I was stalking him – and walk quickly after him. He turned around one corner, and then another. It was two long hallways before I could catch up. Ma was surprised, but amiable, as I blurted out that it looked like I was stalking him but, well, never mind. He obliged my request for a photograph. After several attempts of turning the flash on and off and on again, his assistant took a few decent shots with my iPhone, and then we went our separate ways. Here is the picture of the crazy lady and the Vegas-banned card-counting blackjack player:

Is it considered stalking if you run after someone who is well-known in some circles and ask to have your picture taken with them?

Is it considered stalking if you run after someone who is well-known in some circles and ask to have your picture taken with them? As my friend Jack use to say: What would Supertramp say?

Just remember: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Not.

With one last look at you: Fare thee well, Wynn Vegas hotel room!

With one last look at you: Fare thee well, Wynn Vegas hotel room!