Author Archives: Marshall Ramsey

Today’s lecture will be based on an excellent post by Tony Robbins. I’ve posted pieces of it here but please read the whole post by clicking here: How to #Win at Social Media  My comments are in bold. “A social profile … Continue reading →

My alarm was set for 3:59. My eyes opened at 3:45. My feet hit the floor seconds later. I walked onto the football field at 4:40 and by 5:00, I was stretching. My rotator cuff hurts — hell, my whole … Continue reading →

Today we discussed the role of Social media in an emergency and the first two chapters of Michael Hyatt’s book, Platform.       Notes from Platform but Michael Hyatt.   Chapter One: Create a Compelling Product (Content).   There … Continue reading →

This week’s news reinforced something: Don’t be a victim. The shooter in Virginia, a narcissist if there ever was one, blamed everyone for every problem he had — yet in the end, he was his own downfall. (Unfortunately, he took … Continue reading →

Things I learned from Katrina: 1. Don’t drive in the middle of a landfalling hurricane. I had two trees nearly crush me and saw an interstate sign fly off its poles. 2. Trees do unnatural things when faced with 70+ … Continue reading →

Someone yelled across the newsroom, “Water is on the third floor of the Beau Rivage!!” It was at that moment, I knew the Mississippi Gulf Coast would be changed forever. That was ten years ago today. And the Gulf Coast … Continue reading →

Here are the articles I am going to discuss today in class. Click on the headlines to read the articles. USA Today: Murder on Social Media — Killer wanted World to Watch  “The Twitter and Facebook accounts were created just … Continue reading →

Grandpa had said the house had survived Camille. But Grandpa wasn’t here fighting for his life — He was safely in his grave. Caught in the middle of Hurricane Katrina, Linda Grambling was trying desperately to avoid hers. Katrina’s storm … Continue reading →

The oaks reached to the sky yet at the same time knelt down and touched the sea. Robert St. John and I pulled into Pass Christian that evening for a book signing. The humidity was like syrup. Lights twinkled and … Continue reading →