The making of a CEO

I start the day by sweating in a sun-drenched, poorly ventilated trailer. Sliding out of bed and into yesterday's clothes, I realize, with the kind assistance of that poor ventilation, that I've missed yesterday's shower. Larissa, who somehow remains put together and not smelling like, say, a foot, starts to stir so I reach for the door and begin wafting in that pure Southern France farm air. (You know, that same air that makes you quit your job on Wall St. to live in a trailer on a farm?) She rolls over, props up on her elbow, and throws a sleepy, squinting smile at my effort. I consider this a success and then consider chasing down the rooster to punch in the face, but I've yet to have my coffee.

After breakfast, I work in the field. I dig up roots, turn the soil for new plants, and, when no one is around, talk to the free-range chickens and ducks. Shouting "foie gras" to a confused duck, complete with a Bruce Lee accent and Karate Kid pose, really is as fun as it sounds.

More on this later, but my netbook's battery is flashing and there's no outlet in the trailer.

Getting to the title... check out the article below. I got excited when I read it. It was sent to me by Ben Cole -- a friend, mentor, and the best and most influential professor I had at NYU.

The article, clearly showing how I'm en route to success.