Posted by: Alison Gilbert | August 25, 2010

How Networking Leads Become Clients

You network often. You have a stack of other people’s business cards that could fill a file cabinet. Yet, you don’t seem to be getting much business. Could it be that you have not learned how to do THE NETWORKING DANCE: 6-Steps 4-Networking 2-Success?

Making Contact

Step One in the Networking Dance

Step One: THE ‘ATTEND A NETWORKING FUNCTION’ STEP

Make contact with ‘your partners’ by chatting with them, listening to their needs and getting their business cards. Bring a pen and plenty of your business cards so you can give cards to all your partners. Make notes on the back of their cards including where and when you met, details about their needs and any other pertinent info. (That is why it is important, when you design and print your business card to leave the back blank and unlimited to have plenty of space and be able to write notes).

Step Two: THE ’FOLLOW UP MEETING’ STEP

(This is also known as the F/U Step). Follow up with your networking partners either by phone, personal note or e-mail to remind them of your meeting and to indicate your interest in reconnecting with them, preferably in person.

Step Three: THE ‘ESTABLISH A PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP’ STEP

(This step is often called the ‘One-on-One’ Step). Meet over a cup of coffee, breakfast or lunch to get to know each other better. At this point, you still want to listen more than talk to get to know them personally and to find out common interests and other aspects of your lives where you both connect.

Step Four: THE ‘ESTABLISH A BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP’ STEP

Once you have built up a bond of trust and ‘good feelings’ about each other, then it may be time to start feeling out the situation to learn more about their business needs and how you can help them.

Step Five: THE ‘DO BUSINESS’ STEP

You feel their pain and show them how you can help alleviate it with your products and/or services. You do business together.

Step Six of the Networking Dance

Step Six of the Networking Dance

Step Six: THE ‘MONEY RAIN’ STEP

You receive financial compensation for your work. Remember to follow good, clear business practices so that you are both on the same page and know exactly what each is getting from and for the ‘6-Steps 4-Networking 2-Success’ dance.

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | August 8, 2010

Have You Ever Been Kissed by a Giraffe?

As I mentioned in my last blog post, the ‘Introduction to How I Spent My Summer Vacation’, I had not been on an airplane since 1996. So flying to both California (Santa Barbara and Dan Diego) and Colorado (Denver and Basalt) in one month was more than I anticipated or expected to enjoy. But as the serendipitous nature of life would have it, I had three of the greatest adventures of my entire life.

Today’s blog post will focus my first adventure, my experience with Chuku and Chamoa; they are @ 18 foot tall mother and daughter giraffes who live what seems to be a very contented life being the center of human attention at the San Diego Zoo’s Safari Park several times a day.

They are the benefactors of tourists who sign up for various length photo (and feeding) safaris daily. Although they are well equipped to feed on their own with very slimy long black tongues designed ideally to acquire leaves from the abundance of acacia trees, there is nothing like being hand fed (and reciprocating with an occasional kiss.)

I was one of the very honored few that established such a rapport; even our guide said that I was highly social, from an anthropological perspective. Chuku, Chamoa and I took to each other like long, lost friends.

The above  video and still photo below really tell the story. So I won’t say much more. I simply want to leave you with the thought of my memory of getting two of the ‘slobberiest’ kisses I have even received in my life and loving every moment of my time with them.

A Giraffe Kiss in Exchange for Some Acacia Leaves

How sweet it is!

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | July 26, 2010

How I Spent My Summer Vacation: An Introduction

The last time I had been on an airplane was in 1996. It was not due to a fear of flying or lackluster interest in traveling; in fact it was quite the opposite. But after 9.11 and all the restrictions placed on air travelers, I became very reluctant to fly. In fact, my husband took several trips on his own to El Paso, Ohio and Denver without me because of this.

But as life would have it two opportunities or challenges arose both within the month of June, this year. The first, in the beginning of the month, was a Memorial Service to be held in Santa Barbara for my husband, Phil’s sister and brother in law combined with some family vacation time in San Diego.

The second, held at the end of June in Colorado, was my brother’s (Scott) daughter’s, (Jody) wedding. That occasion allowed for a combined trip to Denver to stay with Phil’s niece and then travel up into the magnificent Colorado mountains near Aspen.

The Frying Pan River

Is this Heaven or the Frying Pan River?

At face value, both of these events afforded irresistible opportunities to travel and take a real vacation, which I rarely do as a 24/7-business owner. In addition, and totally without any previous hint of what was to be, both these trips turned into some of the best times I have experienced in my entire life.

This is not to say that there was not a great deal of emotional turmoil on my part adjusting to bringing all my pills, potions, and personal items within the new aviation guidelines. But alas, I only had to surrender two ice packs and a breakfast drink at the Denver Airport. The icepacks had made it to California and back as well as to Denver from New York.

By our fourth flight in a month, we actually figured out that there is a ‘class’ between ‘Coach’ and ‘First’ called ‘Economy Plus’. As a result, our final flight home did not leave us feeling like sardines or contorted yogis. There were many other lessons and adjustments in traveling as anyone who has flown since 9.11 well knows. But I no longer feel restricted about flying and will not pass up a single future opportunity to experience life and the immeasurable joy I had this past June.

In the coming weeks, you won’t want to miss these blog posts describing the details of how I spent my summer vacation:

Part One: Have You Ever Been Kissed by a Giraffe?

Part Two: Baba Grace White Sheep

Part Three: Have You Ever Kissed a Fish?

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | June 21, 2010

How to Make Bread Pudding out of Stale Bread

Bread pudding

A pan of bread pudding photographed by WEIRDPOH from the site www.allrecipes.com

Anyone who has had an interest in both cooking and not wasting food has probably taken stale bread and made it into bread pudding. There are other uses for stale bread, like making it into breadcrumbs, but my favorite is bread pudding. Believe it or not, this blog post is not about food, per se; it is about the Internet and the mention of food is for metaphorical purposes only.

At a presentation on ‘social media’ that I recently attended, the concept of websites as becoming intrinsically stale was mentioned. A light went off in my head. An observation very much along those lines had occurred to me only a few days earlier while researching nail art, a new hobby of mine.

In attempting to learn more about the topic, I first did a Google search for ‘nail art’. Then I clicked on several links that took me to specific websites for both nail artists and nail art products. What I found at the point (and I am not certain it was even conscious) was the following. After I reached an individual site, I barely browsed through it but looked almost immediately for links to facebook, twitter, etc. Somehow I instinctively knew something but at that moment, I did not know what it was.

When I had time to let the whole recipe come together, after hearing the concept of websites becoming stale, I realized that ‘social media’ is like making bread pudding out of stale bread. These are the reasons that were voiced at the presentation and others that I believe to support this case:

• It is almost impossible to keep a website from becoming stale. Unless someone can update it daily, to keep in fresh, it will inevitably not be current. In addition, new information may not be immediately noticeable, either.

• Secondly, ‘social media’ is by nature, immediate, interactive and personal. Facebook communication takes place daily or several times a day and twitter is live; interaction and communication can take place in seconds, minutes, or hours. How many times have you gone to a website to find that to be the case?

• Thirdly, even the highest ranked businesses (except giants like Google and Yahoo) can hardly compare in the number of visits that facebook has. I am talking in geometric not arithmetic terms.

• But the most important thing to me about ‘social media’ is that the personality of the company or person comes through loud and clear for the reasons mentioned above. Except for ‘live chatting’ capability on some websites or traditional e-mail, this is not the case with anything I have found besides ‘social media’.

Therefore, I have concluded that ‘social media’ is the ‘bread pudding’ of the Internet if websites are the stale bread. And by the way, when you add your ‘social media’ links to your website, be sure they appear above the fold so visitors can see them immediately and visit them in the blink of an eye (or a taste of scrumptious bread pudding).

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | June 14, 2010

GOING PAPERLESS

Just to get you in the mood for this blog post about garbage, enjoy the following video courtesy of YouTube.

On a daily basis, I receive mail that I do one of three things with:

• if it does not have my name on it, I immediately throw it away in the lobby trash receptacle provided by our landlord.

• if it has my name on it, I rip off my name and address and  then throw it in the receptacle.

• If it is something that I need to read, research or keep, it either becomes part of the to-be-read file sitting, sometimes for weeks in my apartment, until I have time to read and act on it. Then I throw it away attempting to recycle it. If I need to keep it, it is filed in one of twelve file drawers I have for that purpose.

In any of the above three cases, I accumulate much too much paper. At this point, I have about a month’s worth of local newspapers to read, bags of paper and cardboard to recycle and drawers of old bills and other information which I probably no longer need to keep.

This is a photo of the typical amount of recyclable garbage we collect on a regular basis

Just the usual amount of weekly recycling!

The other day, as I attempted to go through one of my mounds of collected paper, I spontaneously came to a conclusion and immediately took action. I began to call every company that I do business with, every organization that I belong to and everyone seeking donations from me.

The words I found coming out of my mouth were as follows, “I will only do business with and support companies or organizations that go paperless with me”.

That meant that I would no longer get my weekly local newspapers in the mail but would be notified when they were available on line, donation requests would be made by e-mail with on-line rather than printed newsletters. Not one single call I made was responded to with any objection.

I was actually dumbfounded. If this action was so easy to take, why were all these companies and organizations continuing to send paper rather than using electronic communication?

Then something Gandhi had said about becoming the change one wants to see in the world came to mind. So although I will not protest the avalanche of paper that is mailed out everyday, I can stop the flood from entering my life and my home.

It is also my hope that when other people read this blog, they will be inspired to follow my example because it is no longer enough to simply recycle. We need to reduce and reuse because recycling is not enough.

This is an adaption of the generic reduce, reuse and recycle logo to encourage reducing and reusing because recycling is not enough

The new logo we developed with a twist on the old reduce, reuse and recycle

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | June 3, 2010

Communities of Culture and Class

When I moved back to my childhood home on LI from NYC in 1988, I was both excited and hesitant. What would I find? Would there be plenty of what interested and was required of me? Or would I find that my exodus from the great metropolis had led me to cultural scarcity devoid of the kind of community I had come to expect. Would I find the foods I loved, the art I cherished, the holistic health services I required and opportunity to pursue my interest in architectural history?

I was greeted with many surprises upon my return to my childhood home. The City of Long Beach  had begun to have a renaissance. The LIRR Station had been restored to its original glory. The beach and boardwalk were still main attractions; there was a thriving holistic community and the arts were about to take off in a way previously unparalleled on this barrier island.

But as much as I rejoiced in the return to the home of my birth, I some how knew that return would not be permanent. In fact, a vacation to the mountains of both upstate NY and in NC instilled in me a yearning to migrate in that direction. But that was not yet to manifest.

As life would have it, situations occurred that allowed me to become both the owner and then the seller of my home. My timing in buying and selling worked out well.

I knew I wanted to move on but did not see how I could do so far away so soon. An ad in the local newspaper announced the opening of a new and unprecedented artists’ loft building in Freeport, LI, a town within a half hour’s drive of Long Beach.

On Valentine’s weekend of 2005, we took the fateful step of ‘just going to take a look at it’. By May of that year, we were it first residents, interviewed by both the LI section of the New York Times and the local Cable TV channel. The ribbon cutting ceremony was attended by many local dignitaries as well as elected officials.

Our time in Freeport was another cultural eye opener. Living in an artists’ loft afforded us the opportunity to meet other local talent; residing in the predominantly Latino downtown area gave me the opportunity to stretch my culinary palate to include a love of Salvadorian, Dominican, and Argentine food as well as the famous Portuguese BBQ called Churrasqueria.

As fate would have it our artist’s loft became known to us as the faux loft and in spite of the many new friends we made, great cultural organizations I joined and outstanding food I discovered, we had to move on after two years residence there.

We considered returning to Long Beach or staying in Freeport but at the last minute found a Grandma style apartment in an area I dubbed ‘Oceanville Rockside Center Baldwin’. Similar to where we had lived originally, this area is something of a stepchild with some amenities provided by one community and others by another. In addition, depending upon which way the wind blew when I took a walk, I was either in Rockville Centre, Oceanside or even Baldwin. It took some getting used to but I have grown to love my new home again.

Over the last 20 years or so I have focused in on my life long proclivities including community interests, the arts, foods of many countries, and architectural history. Each of the three towns in which I have lived has an abundance of organizations and institutions serving all of them.

I struggled with where to place my allegiances by the time I had lived in three places within a period of five years. But I finally resolved the dilemma in a unique way.

I have three feet, I decided; one is still firmly planted in Long Beach, another in Freeport and the last in my adopted ‘Oceanville, Rockside Centre, Baldwin’. Within each of these communities, organizations and institutions that are near and dear to me all flourish. Instead of splitting or severing my allegiances, I decided my heart lies in all three and have tied the knot of reconnection and recommitment by joining and participating in as much of the culture and class that exists in all three.

At this writing, I belong to a total of at least nine organizations divided between the arts, architectural history, commerce and community. Most importantly, I continue to enjoy the rainbow of foods that entertain my international palette and have reconnected with friends from all three areas whenever I can. I find that I cannot only go home again but that I am at home wherever I reside.

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | May 28, 2010

Our Carless Weekend

No, there is not a misspelling in the title of this blog; it does mean without a car, not without a care. This blog is about last weekend and the decision we made to go without having use of a car. Understand that it was not intentional or due to some altruistic, ecological motivation on our part. At least, it was not that way initially.

This decision may not seem like much to some but probably is inconceivable to most who will read this blog. Daily, I see people who have come i.e. from other countries riding bicycles to their jobs, taking the bus, riding in cabs and even walking because they do not have cars.

When I visited Amsterdam many years ago, it was quite common to ride a bicycle to work. Although that is changing too, I have seen photos of China where bicycles have been the main source of transportation. It seems that as countries Westernize and become more ‘modern’ all around the globe, they are adopting all of our bad habits, including fast food, polluting, gas guzzling vehicles and other stuff that is both bad for our health and that of the planet upon which we precariously reside.

Anyway, to get back to our carless weekend, our car needed some brake work (I am not mechanical so even though it was explained to me in detail, it went in one ear and out the other). What I did hear, though, was that the car would have to stay in the shop over the weekend because the part was not readily available and would have to be ordered; since it was Friday, it most likely would not even come until Monday. In addition, the last loner car had been lent out. So if we wanted one, we would have to rent a car on our own. No big deal, I thought at first.

So I went about calling my auto insurance company, then going to the special auto rental discount website they recommended and even called the rental car place directly. That place happens to be within walking distance from where we live so it would make the whole process even easier for us.

After all this footwork, the bottom line conclusion was that if we wanted to have a car over the weekend, it would cost us over $150 or at least $50/day not including the cost of gas. My mind immediately went to the thought of not being able to go to all of our favorite local mall stores; initially there was a pang of disappointment but then a sense of relief.

Yes, we would not have to go to crowded malls to fight our way through the parking lot against other equally inpatient shopaholics only to purchase things we really did not need or could wait until we had our car to purchase.

Ah, I thought, now I have a legitimate ‘excuse’ to stay home and relax, ‘play’ with my create projects, and/or ‘work’ on other things that were not as much fun. But primarily, I could just be still.

I began to imagine, even experience with a sense of relief what it would be like to observe as others do, a weekly day of rest, a Sabbath. For a brief moment, I had a glorious feeling.

And in spite of the rain last weekend and the fact that my husband had to bicycle a total of about six miles, in that rain, to complete a commitment he had, we got through the weekend. It was not until Sunday night that I started to have that pang again. We were running low on food and would need our car to go to the supermarket.

By 9:30 Monday morning, before I could really go into car withdrawal, we got a call from the service department of our dealership with the good news. Our car was ready. The labor would cost was less than anticipated, a $25 coupon was available for the work done and the loner car that had shown up outside our window in someone else’s parking spot was not going to be necessary for us to use. What a relief, our car was ready; we could resume our life of driving and buying by going back to our normal routine.

In conclusion, I do appreciate the decision we made to go carless and what we learned from the experience last weekend. I walked, my husband bike rode and we did not miss anything that could not wait until another day. Going carless for the weekend was an almost religious experience. I highly recommend it. It is good for the soul and even good for the earth.

P.S. That loner car that showed up outside our window Saturday morning, was not a gift from Santa Claus, which was my initial thought, but a coincidence. Our neighbors across the hall from us have the same make of car we have. They bring it to the same dealership for service and got there within an hour of when we did on Friday. They saw the same service department agent and got his last loner car (each agent has three to lend). I almost thought I was witnessing a miracle on Saturday morning when I saw the words ‘Courtesy Car’ and the name of our dealership; but the way the whole incident worked out, it really was not far from being miraculous. It was ecological and a blessing, too.

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | May 17, 2010

What is ‘Good Design’ and Does It Still Exist?

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | May 1, 2010

Is ‘Social Media’ Anti-Social?

I began to wonder if ‘Social Media’ was actually ‘anti-social’ rather than a boon to human interaction when I became facebook friends with Nick, co-owners with his brother John of a great Italian restaurant literally located down the block from me, called Bonbino’s.

After weeks of building my facebook friends list which included hours away from my favorite evening TV shows, my daily walks, and just spending time relaxing, I had to ask myself the question, “Does this ‘social media’ stuff make sense?

“I’m isolating myself in my apartment, crazy-glued to my computer, addicted to my newfound ‘friend’, facebook, making mostly ‘virtual connections’ with people I have never met or will ever meet.”

Although I do admit that I enjoy reconnecting with high school mates, locating long-lost friends and becoming savvier as I see who is gearing up to run for political office having discovered the powerful visibility facebook affords them.

I continued my inquiring train of thought about the overall benefits versus drawbacks of the fairly new technology. I reasoned that all I have to do is walk outside and go down the block to visit facebook friend, Nick but also all my other friends at Bonbino’s to get my favorite eggplant parmigiana. Besides this visit, I also say hello to everyone I see along the way as well as in the other stores in the neighborhood.

In fact, the other evening my husband managed to drag me away from the computer; he took me, practically kicking and screaming, out for a walk. I had forgotten how much I loved our evening strolls and visits to local haunts on the way home. I headed towards my Italian paradise only to encounter a couple heading in the same direction. I asked them the time and we got to talking.

They had just flown in from the state of Washington. The motel they were staying at had recommended Bonbino’s so that was where they were headed. They inquired if the food was good. My response was enthusiastically positive.

Once inside, our discussion continued. I whispered to Angelo, one of the staff who was taking their order, not to forget to recommend the grandma pizza. It is my favorite. I spoke with Alan and Shelly, my new acquaintances from Washington State, for a little while longer and then headed to my next social call, the CVS pharmacy/store across the street.

I had a lengthy discussion with the pharmacy staff, who always call me by name; I attempt to reciprocate but it is getting harder to remember names as the list of people I know grows exponentially. I did some window-shopping through the remainder of the store and then headed down the street towards home.

Sometimes I also stop in at the Dunkin’ Donuts next to CVS but this particular evening, I simply looked in the window to see who was working that night. And there right on line for coffee and dessert were Alan and Shelly.

Well, needless to say, I could not resist going in to say hello, again. They offered to treat me to a donut but I declined. I indicated that meeting them and continuing to bump into them in one evening was treat enough for me.

Then as I headed home to my internationally occupied apartment building, I realized that my new facebook virtual world of friends might not ever compare with the quality of my face-to-face world due to my ability to meet people and make acquaintances if not friends with just about everyone.

Posted by: Alison Gilbert | April 18, 2010

MARKETING BYTES, A Spiritual Solution for Business

MARKETING BYTES, A Spiritual Solution for Business

My submission for the 'Next Top Author' Competition

My name is Alison D. Gilbert. I am the author of MARKETING BYTES, A Spiritual Solution for Business.

My mission is to preserve and promote business as an ethical, responsible and creative means of achieving personal financial success and prosperity while supporting the economy, reducing poverty and bettering the world.

My book presents and embraces a system by which this vision can become a reality for entrepreneurs, business owners, leaders of non-profit organizations and for the rest of us.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QVwShDyZlw

The above video, which you can view on YouTube by clicking on the link provided, is my submission for the ‘Next Top Spiritual Author’ Competition. To vote for MARKETING BYTES, A Spiritual Solution for Business, go to the Web site page: http://www.nexttopauthor.com/?aid=2540 to register and then vote for me and as many of the other amazing authors as you like. You can search for my book in three ways:

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