Throwing Q’s Into the Privet Bush
For the last 18 months, I have thrown Q’s into the privet bush without any concern for young rabbits, foxes or even Ford Prefect for that matter. In fact, this marks the 99th time I’ve set fingers to keyboard here at Agent Genius since Benn and Lani were kind enough to extend an invitation back in 2007. Stopping just shy of the 100 mark seems strangely appropriate.
Odd tangent: Athol Kay said he would retire if I ever joined a multi-author blog. Score that Me 1, Wool Face 0. (And yes, some of us still miss the stupid sock puppet.)
As the real estate blogosphere zigs toward social media and the like, I find myself zagging back toward more simple solutions. Why? Because for all the discussion about Redfin and Trulia and Zillow, and for all Inman’s attempts to posit that agents make too much money, almost nothing has changed about the basic fundamentals of the real estate business the last couple of years. The trappings may be different and the packaging more flashy (pun intended) but it’s largely the same game.
Which means most of the bandwidth I’ve used here has been for naught. Or so it feels sometimes. I apologize for the inconvenience.
The Meaning of Life’s 42
I’ve reached a point where my business is on the verge of the quantum leap I’ve dreamed of for years. There’s nothing I’m doing that I haven’t shared ad nauseum; at this point, I’m tired of talking about it over and over again. Believe or don’t, implement or won’t … too many blank stares … it’s time to unplug. My feed reader overfloweth as it is, given most waking hours are spent building the business and not worrying about the latest internecine debate on the fate of real estate.
At least, time to unplug at AG. AllPhoenixRealEstate.com will roll on, if for no other reason than to give my mother something to read in the morning now that the East Valley Tribune is gone.
And so I say to my gracious hosts, thank you for the soapbox. To those who have commented over the years, one day you’ll realize that I was right all along even if my logic was hidden in Yiddish. And to my loyal readers, thanks to both of you.
So long, friends, and thanks for all the fish.