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Alex jams with Sage the drummer |
Suddenly, there he was, just beyond the tasteful silk flower arrangement: Jonathan Seybold in the flesh. Alas, the ring of admirers and sycophants was impenetrable. My thoughts grew dark.
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NetObjects' Tom Melcher tells Alex a scary story |
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Kobixx CTO Stephen Pendergrast wins Dubious Theory award |
I needed some old-school common sense from someone with perspective, with authority, with... a finely-tailored suit and tie. Just at that moment, a lane opened to Seybold. He was ready for the first question.
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Jonathan Seybold deflects a personal question and wins style points |
Ah, the Seybold wit I had heard so much about. When the laughter subsided, I moved on to a matter of far greater import. I was digging for dirt that CNET rumormonger Skinny DuBaud himself would be proud to have under his fingernails: the Debate Debacle, or why Andreessen's middle name is "chicken."
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Jonathan tells Alex the truth about Netscape and poultry |
Oh, Jonathan. Discreet as ever. A perfect gentleman, much nicer than one fellow technohack who lambasted Andreessen for ducking the debate and allowing the slick Redmondians to steal the show. (The day after the keynote, the Seybold Show Daily headline cooed "Microsoft wows 'em in keynote").
Mumbling Marc should take a tip from Sheldon Laube, a cofounder of USWeb, a Web-hosting franchiser based in Le Val du Silicon. Laube had a beard to make King Lear proud and waved his arms more than the lead in a high school drama club production. After telling us about his 68-year-old mother whose life has forever changed by masquerading as a twenty-something in AOL chat rooms, Sheldon let us in on a secret: the Next Big Thing.
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USWeb's Sheldon Laube lets Alex in on The
Next Big Thing |
By the time Sheldon was done, the band had packed up, wallets had been emptied of business cards, and the Web publishing software vendors had wiped the cat hair off their faces. My work, for the night, was done.