Moooooooooooooooooooo

Get me out of here

...this week its been a herd of milking cows (you know they agreed not to wander if the farmer would only agree to warm his hands) - those babies are as good as a printing press with butter milk at $5.40 per kilo.

...then it was another errant CEO who got offside with his Board and wanted money to clear out his desk.

To finish the week off, a winery with problems over its American distributor - too much money spent marketing in Boise, Idaho and not enough in New York, New York (boy, do Kiwi's and Americans negotiate differently).

A great low cal diet of good commercial conflict.

But hey, come Wednesday I'm hoping to post from some groovy internet cafe in Boston where this farm boy will be attending the spring conference of the International Academy of Mediators - Dialogue at Harvard: Master Thinkers Meet Master Practitioners.

That means an awful lot of masters loitering around but hopefully I'll get to hang out with some of them.

On the way, I'm going to drop in for a beer with mates at Venice Beach, work on my tan and meet with the folks from Pepperdine University's Straus Institute for Dispute Resolution on the hill at Malibu.