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Erik Qualman
Author of Socialnomics
Author of Socialnomics


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What an honor to be partnering with such a great organization #AIIM16  

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Interesting post on teamwork in organizations. Also gotta love Magic Johnson #Spartans  

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A short video poem w/Morgan Freeman honoring the legacy of #MLK. What will be your #legacy starting today?

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Here's out latest video from Equalman Studios designed to inspire. 

Fun exercise (are you game?): After watching the video post one sentence here on what you want people to remember you for. 

Do you recognize the voiceover in the attached video (Shawshank Redemption anyone?)

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We just released #Socialnomics  2014 - happy viewing! 

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This tiered MOOC model is interesting. What does everyone think about it? Are their still too many gate keepers with this paid model? Or, the fact that most of the education is free, just the support or credit is a cost, makes this model work for everyone? Would love your thoughts.

Best, Erik

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Here's the TED talk on Digital Shadows. Was it too risky for me to mention that multi-tasking has 2x the effect on the brain as marijuana?

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I'm giving a FREE webinar on #DigitalLeadership tomorrow (5/2) at 2 pm thanks to my sponsor Education First | Promo code and sign-up here:

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Our latest video from Equalman Studios - The Power of Mobile #mobilenomics #socialnomics

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Why? That word has so many meanings this morning. Why is an innocent 8-year-old boy dead and many others wounded? How many families are wounded? Why did I fly out a day early and am safe in the beautiful city of Berlin, while my heart is in Boston? A day earlier than normal. A day is such a difference, today.


These are the thoughts that roil in my head as I watch the rain come down on the night streets outside of my German hotel. As the rain washes along the pavement, I see the blood of the victims run along the streets. Blood from the images; horrific images etched in my brain from last night. Images that hypnotized me, as they did millions of others, until late in the evening. Too late.

The blood and the rain run together outside my window and I can’t free it from my mind. What about the minds of those that were there?
Knowing, full well, that the rain will never wash away everything. Among the lives and limbs lost yesterday, was something else lost, the loss of innocence. Had I not flown out a day earlier, what then?
I had stood in that exact same spot a year before, cheering and waving - overcome with emotion, with joy, with pride. My daughter, placed securely on my shoulders, and my second daughter to be born a month later. Together, cheering on the heroes of the day. 40,000 hearts beating as one. Patriots Day. Only now, a year later, how could my emotions be so different? Sad. Angry. Helpless.

Would I have been in that same sunny spot? The perfect vantage point to cheer on our heroes of the day? A short walk from our home. Would my daughter be safe on my shoulders or down playing with her little sister? Vulnerable. Would our cheers turn to tears? These are questions that don’t need to be answered. I know the frightening answer. What I don’t know the answer to is Why? Why? 

I write today, as I’m an author, and this is my form of therapy. Yet, this piece, I will not read for typos and grammatical errors. The emotion will be too great for me to read again. Emotions. Police sirens scream outside my hotel window, yet they sound different from those back home. How did the sirens sound yesterday? Helpful? Hurtful? Both?

Will I take my daughters down to the race…next year? I don’t know. And that is a tragic answer. Not as tragic as the lives and limbs lost yesterday. And, if I don’t take my daughters next year, did they win? Who are they? 
So many questions. Who has the answers? I will take my daughters next year, otherwise the victims will have suffered in vain. I will not let them win. Who is them? 

My daughters need to stand up to them, even though one can’t stand. She will stand on day soon. Yet, some runners can’t stand this morning or tomorrow. But, we will all stand, stand together, stand united. 
Though it will be painful, as Americans, this is what we do best. In the darkest hour we stand together.

Why? Because this is what makes America great. I should be signing the hundreds of books placed in my room and preparing for my speech tomorrow, but one can’t do that, not when your heart is hundreds of miles away. Not when tears fall onto the pages. I may be in Berlin today, but my heart and tears are in Boston. Tears. Why?
The sun is up outside my window now. Although it will struggle to do so, in a few hours, the sun will rise again in Boston. United. The good outnumber the bad, always have, and always will. 

God Bless Boston, and God Bless America. 
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