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Diamond Girl’s Most Innovative Companies of 2012 (Okay, Not Really)

Spring training cuts have begun!  This is bittersweet for me.  To some extent, I like the narrowing of the field and removing-players-who-I-never-knew-existed-in-the-first-place, but I also have a bit of a romantic view of Spring Training and seeing all the mini ballplayers (who, granted are not all that mini at all) getting cut is a little sad.  It also reminds me that the season is coming, coming, coming.  Soon.  This is right about when I reach for my flatiron.  I love the season but it makes me terribly jittery.

Anyway!  I am feeling positively optimistic about the Giants at the moment and am I really alone?  Pagan and Cabrera are making me feel like we should have snapped them up and made them play in orange and black a million years ago and you all know how partial I am to Conor Gillaspie.  Starting with the name, ending with the way he plays.  Spring Training is quite probably the only time I will get to see him rubbing shoulders with the big leaguers, so I am soaking it up.  Along with all the rain that is soaking the windows right about now.  To say I crave Arizona sunshine would be an understatement of potentially earth-shattering proportions.  Then there’s Brandon Belt, of course.  Even since last year, I think we’ve all been murmuring conspiracy theories and considering possible terrible punishments for Sabes if he doesn’t treat him better this year.  We will soon know, we will soon know!  Can you tell that I am loving this?  Let’s just say it’s a pretty fabulous break from achy back/editing book/writing new book/working at job/doing this weird thing called school.  Baseball rockz with a  girl band z.  Okay.  Gooey rant finished.

Then there’s the whole personal element.  Even though the Giants are generally in my very own city of San Francisco, they feel closer and more homey when they’re in Arizona.  (Don’t question my logic, I’m terribly sleepy over here.)  I think it has something to do with all the sweet stories of nice autographs to little kids and meal money and Chipotle.  Lots of Chipotle talk.  Because apparently it’s all baseball players eat ever.  I swear, they could do a whole ad campaign based on hungry baseball players.  They’re already one of Fast Company’s 50 Most Innovative Companies in 2012 (you can read that piece here – it’s fascinating) but they only clocked in at #34.  This could totally push them over the edge.  Take ‘em to #1.  They also might make it onto Diamond Girl’s Most Innovative Companies list.  Which hasn’t even been made yet, but there is a first time for everything. 

Okay, time to write a pitch to Chipotle.  I should get going.  And smile in a misinformed way about the NBA news that Andrew Bogut was traded from the Milwaukee Bucks to my hometown Warriors.  The one basketball game I’ve been to was Clippers vs. Bucks and I have been rather partial to Bogut ever since.  So partial that I just found out last week that he fractured his ankle in, oh, January.  Furious Warriors fans, no need to jump on me.  Misinformed is an understatement.  Still, maybe I’ll run into him at a gelato place I frequent in Oakland or something.  If we can get over the height difference, who knows, we might get along?

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Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About The AL Central (Yes, My Detroit Pride Strikes Again)

What’s that you say?  San Francisco has won two in a row, Timmy is in tip-top shape, Eli Whiteside is maybe-kinda-sorta stepping up to the plate (sorry, lame pun), they’re tied with Arizona for first place and the sun is still rising in the morning and setting in the evening?  Impossible.

Bizarrely enough, it’s true.

Timmy being good is not really surprising at all.  Vogey gets less unexpected by the five days.   Eli, I have always had a deep trust for, so while the rest of the world rocks, I am listening to Enya in peaceful serenity.

That’s why I like the Giants.  Rooting for underdogs is rewarded.  Never mind the waterfall-of-tears-inducing examples of Joey Martinez and Eugenio Velez, okay?

Anyway.  That’s all ancient history.  In reality, the Giants are now going on the road to face the Indians [correction: staying at home to face the Indians!  I was assuming the road, for some reason.], which I am scared about.  The Indians are the team who I cannot name one player from (sad?  Yes.) but who are sort of tearing up the Majors this year.  In case you need your AL Central dose (doubtful) Detroit has given them a bit of a run and they’re currently a game back in second place.  I am, of course, rooting for the Tigers because of Chrysler’s brilliant ad campaign that sparked Detroit pride in me.  I am, of course, rooting for the Tigers because of Chrysler’s brilliant ad campaign that sparked Detroit pride in me.  Weird, I know.  I’ve never been within a hundred mile radius of the city.  I am just an ad lover/sucker.

Speaking of innovative ads and by extension innovative technology?  I got the June/July issue of Fast Company today (Read it.  I mean it.  Best magazine currently on Planet Earth.) and they have an article called “Clash of the Tech Titans” about celebrities breaking onto the social media scene.  Guess who was in it?

They compare his triumphant return to Twitter to “the digital equivalent of watching a supermarket ribbon cutting.”  I agree.  Personally, you know I’m not Wilson fan, but I haven’t heard positive praise for his Twitter from even the biggest Wilson-ites.  He’s a big, popular, profitable personality and I’ve been surprised to see how little he’s utilized his Twitter account.   Bryan Srabian, the Giants Social Media director (I’m going to say it.  Is his name a joke?  I mean, really?  Way to close to Sabean Himself for comfort.)  needs to get on him!

You know what I really want to see?  Jeremy Affeldt tweeting him stuff about human trafficking in Thailand and then Brian tweeting back the clip of his appearance on George Lopez.

Okay, snarkyness over.

Have a great Thursday evening and wish me luck pedal-boating tomorrow.  If I overturn, it’ll be The Sister’s fault, right?

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