Now that we all finally know what Mashable does — throw parties and charge admission — maybe you can help us write a better caption for this photo, more evidence that when you've got to get something off your chest, Pete Cashmore will be there to watch you do it. We'll rename the post after the best one. Monday's winner was abmw with: "Does that sandwich come with an RSS feed?"
What's not nearly as sexy as Mashable CEO Pete Cashmore? Having to tease out an audience with discoveries like "An Almost Perfect Web-Based Twitter Management Tool." Yes, Twitter traffic is growing fast, but the vast majority of people in the world haven't discovered Twitter yet, let alone realized it's something they need to manage.
Mashable was in town to do what they do best — throw parties. For CEO Pete Cashmore's sake, let's hope the faux blogger is doing a Morrissey impersonation and not Ian Curtis. Have a better caption? The best one will become the new headline. Friday's winner: "They put #$*&@! Sanger back in my bio, again!? " by mrfomoco.(Photo by Brian Solis/Bub.blicio.us)
Pete Cashmore, the blogger impersonator and CEO of Mashable, waves his wad at an Internet Week party in New York. Can you suggest a better caption? Do so in the comments. The best one will become the new headline. Yesterday's winner: "I'm leaving, Larry said there'd be girls here," by 26footjasontaylor.
(Photo by Brian Solis/Bub.blicio.us)
The class of 2008 has already begun to realize the tragedy of actually having to work for a living. Cheer up, kiddos; it could be worse. You could be employed, part-time, cutting and pasting Google search results for Jason Calacanis's Mahalo. Or you could serve as Mashable CEO Pete Cashmore's personal assistant — the entry-level gigs facing off in our third matchup to determine the worst job in tech. Vote below.
To come up with the estimated pay for tech's 10 worst entry-level jobs we spoke to former and current employees, HR reps and friends of friends working these jobs. But still, some of our commenters expressed disbelief over the salary estimates. "80 grand for an entry level job? Time to apply and kick those whiney losers out! Let's see how they feel about their new job bagging groceries at the Safeway," wrote mwbeeler. Loakim said:
Soon America's most bright-eyed graduates will enter the workforce and make their workaday homes in cubes at Google, MySpace, or Amazon.com. And they will suffer not just the indignity of having to work for a living, but also the dispiriting realization that a job at a cool company isn't always that hot. These employers, and the others hiring for tech's 10 worst entry-level jobs, listed below, will look spiffy on a resume someday, but for now the only good these jobs promise the world is the pleasant feeling you and I can share knowing we're not the ones stuck in them.
I've long been fascinated with the ubiquitous gladhandery of Pete Cashmore, the 22-year-old founder of Mashable. And I've been meaning to ask Cashmore what, exactly, he does. Al Gore's cable channel, Current, has saved me the awkward moment. As a video clip shows, Cashmore talks on his cell phone, takes cabs, and meets with Internet luminaries. He claims that this process helps Mashable "get the news." For example? He interviewed Bebo founder Michael Birch days before the company's $850 million sale to AOL. Did his facetime land him the scoop? No. For that matter, Cashmore really hasn't written anything for Mashable in ages. Understandably. Appearing to be a blogger is a full-time job. The full clip:
With wine and women, why isn't Pete Cashmore happier? The Mashable blogger's smile had to be mashed into place by Julie Wohlberg at a party thrown by Netvibes. Suggest your caption in the comments; the best will become the new headline. Yesterday's winner: scalawag, for "On the firing line." (Photo by Andrei Zmievski)
At last night's PopSugar-TechCrunch party, I hadn't hoped to become part of the story, but LA Times reporter David Sarno suggested Arrington's 86ing of my date inspired Mashable's Pete Cashmore to invent a story about his own ouster. I don't know whether there's anything to Sarno's theory. But I do know this: Cashmore and Arrington are full of it if they think either of their operations are "top 10 blogs." (Photo by Robert Scoble)
Saturday's Twitterati Drinkup, a self-mocking gathering of the 250, almost saw the ruin of blogger Pete Cashmore, if you believe Pete Cashmore. In an effort to keep the following image out of the hands of "the media," Mr. Mashable offered compensation to photographer Andrew Mager in the form of blogging about him, and when that didn't work, actual money. As he explained to the lady whose tit he's tilting at, Nikol Hasler of the video podcast Midwest Teen Sex Show, "This is the sort of thing Gawker and Valleywag would have a field day with." Sorry, Pete, but we're not sharing this one with Gawker.
Mashable founder Pete Cashmore isn't dating Julia Allison. Still. But he is moving to San Francisco today. In this clip he sounds like he's lived here for years. Mahalo's Sean Percival asks Cashmore: "How long do you think its going to take before classic American greed and venture capitalists corrupt you?" Cashmore's swoon-inducing answer: "I think it's happening. I'm completely corruptible." Jump into our arms again, big boy — we think we're in love.
Social network fatigue is nothing new, at least to The 250, and VCs are finally catching on — the Starbucks social network might be the watershed moment when everyone stepped back from updating their umpteenth profile, put down the double-tall soy mocha and said to themselves, "You know, maybe we've reached the point of diminishing returns."
Embedding videos into Valleywag comments is as easy as dragging and dropping a YouTube URL into the comments field. One advantage this method holds over Mashable's video comments: Embedding a YouTube video of yourself takes at least one extra step. Trust us: No one wants to hear you talk. Especially me. I get paid by the pageview.
Mashable's adorably awkward Pete Cashmore really, really wanted to get a photo with the Valleywag crew during SXSW's opening parties. Lost in the middle-school-dance ambiance of Six, the Austin bar which served as our first stop for the night, I mistook the official Mashable hand mascot for "the shocker." But when Pete popped up again sans puppet at the way more laid-bac Gingerman, he tried again — and lightly punched my tit area . Casual approach, yes, but why not just pitch me like I really was one of the guys? That seems easier. (Photo by mashable)