Author: david bressler

A short post today... There's so much good stuff happening but I want to try to blog more regularly. I wonder if shorter posts with less flourish will generate more conversation?

In any case, last night I was reading through Seeking Alpha's...

Admittedly I have a bit of ADD and get distracted easily. I love to read, but can't read poetry, or even classics, where I have to pay attention and remember the beginning of the sentence when I get to the end. It's why I studied math... I got to learn by doing, not by reading (pretty ironic,...

As some of you know, I'm more than just a pretty face. In fact, more years ago than I care to think about, I got my MBA because I was more interested in how and why technology got used in the enterprise way more than how it was implemented or what technology it was.

Of course, as with...

Rob Hailstone, an analyst over at The Butler Group, just wrote an article talking about our IONA...

As I write this, I wonder if Joe will wonder why one of his (very loyal, and loved by many) employees (me) would promote Oracle on the company blog! Hear me out Joe... this is good news, for us, and for Oracle (and BEA) customers.

Just back from vacation (I know, y'all missed me), and...

Today, I write like my colleagues. No humor. No funny title. No family stories. Just boring technology evangelizing.

I apologize.

But, I have something to say, and it can't wait until I think of a funny, but related personal story.

People often ask about policy portability. In...

Anyone ever see David Letterman's stupid pet tricks? I think we should have a tech show called stupid IT tricks. I recently heard that one CIO's strategy for meeting user requirements...

I have.

And, more recently than you might think. She had experience that I didn't and she knew how to use it. I didn't stand a chance.

Some of you know that my role on the Progress Actional product line is both external and internal. I spend a good...

The guy who made airline-seat TV screens into touch screens.

Yep, there I was as asleep as I could get on my red-eye between JFK and SCL, and all of a sudden I feel someone poking the back of my head. Poke, poke, poke.

As I was counting to ten, in a sleep befuddled daze I played back...