Everything any girl said to me in high school was a lie. Any excuse any girl gave me was nonsense. I am stunned. But I know this because I listen, as I work my second job as taxi driver for my children, to my daughter and her friends discuss what excuses to give boys about why they won’t call them, won’t hang out with them, won’t see them at a party, etc. etc.

Oh the darkness.
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The day the irony died at ESPN: The entire opening weekend of the college football season on ESPN was sponsored by a movie in which college girls get butchered one-by-one.

After a brief sojourn to beautiful West Texas last week where we had to endure a hopelessly unreliable hotel Internet connection, we’re back with this week’s recommended reading from your friends at Blogenberg…

• James Andrews makes a good case for why we need a new way to measure the sucess of TV and film.
• Rapid changes in technology raise a good question: how do you change long-ingrained habits gracefully and permanently?
• This headline (and the article it leads) is a nice bold underscoring of how information consumption is changing: “Friends, not editors, shape internet habits.” (free registration required)
• After 26 years, Reading Rainbow is off the air.
• Vanity Fair has this really interesting profile of former Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson in the October issue.
• For green consumers, it’s not all about altruism and that should speak volumes to marketers of green products and services.
• Evidently, the NFL is serious about its ban on tweeting by players, coaches, officials, team employees, player rep, and media from shortly before games start until post-game interviews are completed. Ridiculous. Makes us want to say, “Hello, NFL. We’re the 21st Century. Have we met?”
• Wired: How to fold a wicked paper airplane.

I’m passionate about another. Dealing with it is not easy. I don’t want to hurt my first love.

It’s hard to develop a hobby when you own a business. But photography has turned my head. I’m trying to get good at it — reading, learning, practicing. It’s just that, I have to be very aware that I can’t let my new love distract me from the one that keeps me warm at night, which is, of course, Rosenberg Communications.

Succeeding at business must be an all-consuming passion. A pretty new thing coming along, like photography, can be dangerous.

But I can handle it.

First of all, my teenage daughter told me the father of one of her friends is cooler than me. That’s impossible. I’m the coolest dad. I can mumble along with Eminem. I have to do something. I’m going to start spreading a rumor among my daughter’s friends that this other dad wears thong underwear.
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I spent two days in west Texas. San Angelo, to be exact. A few things I learned there include, one, that Friday Night Lights is true. In west Texas the women know more about football than me. Second, the people are very nice and, this is the very weird thing, they don’t speed. Everybody goes the speed limit.

And I learned that at Leddy Boots, well over a thousand bucks and a yearlong wait gets you an amazingly beautiful pair of hand-made cowboy boots.