
Yesterday you would have found me on the sunny deck of a beautfiul house in Mill Valley, peering across a valley to the slopes of Mount Tam. The master of the house, a close friend, we go back thirty years, fixed me in his gaze and looked a bit puzzled before exclaiming, “Jay, you shaved off your beard!”
True.
When I saw some of the photos from the Learning Technologies Conference in London earlier this year (below), I couldn’t identify with the guy in the photo.
The Jay in my head is racing to shake things up, make his dent in the universe, and help businesses outperform their greatest expectations, but the guy in the photos resembled a nutty professor.
I cut off my whiskers the day I got back to Berkeley in February.



This is my final bearded performance for the rest of time. Enough gravitas.
Please say hello if we bump into one another at a conference. It’s still Jay in here. Or here.
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Geez. I don’t know whether people are not listening or not believing. I feel quite passionate about these things.
Anybody out there?
jay