Are You a LinkHater?

SEO techniques have been regurgitated time and time again, the same old stuff spouted by different people. it is not often i write about SEO unless i have got something new to add.

So whats new?

Instead of going into great detail about a million SEO techniques i am going to cover one aspect of how to improve your rankings using ethical SEO methods that are within the Search Engines guidelines.

It`s all about what you say!

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Russ Jones Good Honest SEO

Russ Jones is one of those die hard SEO`s who has a strong ethical SEO foundation, a web developer by trade whose natural progression into the SEO industry has taken him to the top of his game.  Starting out over 12 years ago, Russ has a Bachelors Degree in Political Science and African American Studies.  His SEM strategies and SEO technique has earned himself and his clients at Virante.com strong SERP rankings and his role as CTO of Virante is an absolute bonus to them.

Good old fashioned honest SEO from another i will be following at SEOBegin.

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Laura Lippay no longer clowning around

Laura, is one of the 30 something crowd right now with an insider edge at Yahoo, a fun loving enthusiasm for SEO and SEM, her various experience has come via CNET and The Linus Group, snatched up by Yahoo to become their SEO Program Manager, her blog is a must read.

The latest posts from Laura`s log (with the seo friendly dCEvf5I9erMfIZjmM54ajhgYAw–?cq=1 as the blog page title) <– just kidding Laura don`t shoot me.

Ode To Artiste - Sat, 15 Dec 2007

Ode to Artiste

Every day I operate,

My brain, my mouse, they create,

My addiction is with The Artiste,

His 13-inch screen, my eyes do feast.

Caressing his keys, my fingers whirl,

Although not as good as other girls,

But the Artiste doesnt care cause I'm the one

that's still here when the day is done.

Private moments we often share,

Only Artiste sees me in my underwear,

And only I see him perk up every day

Only I love him in a special way.

We have our own little keywords,

and user names,

And together we play our own

virtual games.

He's got a great set of toolbars

To impress any geek girls,

And every day he brings me

CGI and Perls.

And he leaves me cookies,

and makes big impressions,

Night and day

we have long meaningful sessions.

I adore the way he unzips my files

Our sessions to cyberspace leaves me in smiles

He can download MY mp3's anyday

We do it in real time, oh the only way!

He's got a real gigabyte

And a search engine that's revvin

When he logs me on

I can swear i'm in heaven.

He's got great style sheets,

gives them to me in frames,

And his big database

puts other guys to shame.

So for him I write scripts,

give him jpg's and gif's,

Because he gives me access

on those real late night shifts.

Then he opens Windows for me

every single new day,

And he gives me RAM

even if I dont stay.

He's really dynamic,

a C++ in my world,

I'm so proud to be his only girl.

My Favorite SEO Tool YET - Mon, 19 Nov 2007
I love tools, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE all of the juicy SEO tools at SEO Book.

This SEO extension for Firefox from SEO Book that I found in my email today (I'm about a month behind), is no doubt my favorite tool to date!

SEO Madlib - Your Internet Dating profile - Thu, 11 Oct 2007
I'll be a wife in 17 days, and I met my future husband online. Since that is where I spend most of my time I guess it only seems right. But I wonder if I would have had the same results if this were my actual internet profile...


Madlibs: Your Internet Profile

Why you should get to know me: I'm a cheeky webguerilla who likes to party like a rock star. I have a gorgeous footer and an unethical wit.

Who I'm looking for: Someone who is co-occurringly sophisticated who has traveled around the comment spam and speaks many foreign title tags. It won't hurt if he looks like Dave Filo. But appearances aren't everything. He should also have a reciprocal bank account.

Three things I can't live without: A good .org domain to read, my cell description, and my interactive curiosity.

Best (or worst) lie I've ever told: "I left my primary subject matter in my other social network, officer!"

Place I wish I was right now: In the eyetrackers of a loving H1 tag.

Greg Boser is a genius - Fri, 21 Sep 2007
Ok - I dunno - maybe? Maybe not? Whatever - he's pretty fucking good. But Greg Boser's license plate contest in order to get links started to his new domain www.gregboser.com, where you have to guess who the people are behind these Greg 'ified nicknames for folks in the SEO industry is kick ass. I like it.

I'm going to take a shot at Greg's SEO Vanity Contest, not because I need the free tickets to Pubcon as much as I dont want to use our PAINFULLY RIDICULOUSLY SLOW AND ARDUOUS internal invoicing system to get them.

Just one clarification on your blog post, Greg, that wasn't totally clear:

"I’m not sure how it is in other states, but in California vanity license plates are huge."

Clarification: In Southern California vanity license plates are huge. Ahem.


UPDATE 9/25: On a related note, searches for "greg" are down since 2004.

Bloody turtles, male model theives and sweet jesus I hate Bill O'reilly - Fri, 07 Sep 2007
Just a few random things on this fabulous sunny Friday:

1. The bloody turtle

If you're ever in San Francisco, AND you're a sucker for all things gory and weird, visit Stockton St. in Chinatown. The street is packed with markets full of chinese herbs, teas, fruits and vegetables, but the most interesting thing is the fish markets. The storefronts of these places are buckets full of half live/dead fish trying desperately to breathe and occasionally flopping around, or other freshly decapitated, vaguely identifiable recently living things sitting in pools of blood. It's shocking to say the least. I try to hit that street whenever I'm in Chinatown and the last time I was there I found myself staring at a bucket in a store window with a sign on it in chinese. The bucket had a couple of things in it and a huge pool and spattering of blood all around. I tried to make out what the things were - they didnt look like fish. But it looked like all these bloddy guts and insides were connecting all of the things. I saw one of the insides - a heart or a lung maybe? was still sort of randomly moving (pumping?). And then I saw that one of the things had a turtles head sticking out of it - it was a recently bludgeoned turtle and the things were pieces of it's shell. It was the most disturbing thing I've ever seen in those markets and still, weeks later, I cant get that image out of my head. Igh.

2. Male model thieves.

I mentioned in my last Week in the Life post that we usually have some sort of freak that shows up at the annual Labor Day party in Boston. We haven't actually had a freak for a few years, so it was about time for something good to happen this year. Somethng happened, although it was in no way good, whatsoever. But as always, we can still find something in the mayhem that happened to laugh about. About 8-12 of us set up tents every year in the woods around the outside of the property where the Labor Day party is. I woke up about 4:30 AM to two alarming things going on on either side of me. On my right was Macho, the biggest horse I've ever seen who is stabled in Randy & Liisa's backyard (and we happened to be camping right next to the stable) galloping and whinnying and snorting 10 feet from my head - he was pissed. On my left I heard some guys shouting militarily, uncannily angry about something.

I shuffled out of my tent to go tell someone inside the house that there was something going on so I could go back to sleep and Randy's mother was at the kitchen window ordering me to "get in this house right now, they might have weapons" and I was immediately wide awake. Inside the house people were running this way and that, some were sitting in chairs with shocked faces, some were peering through closed curtains out the window. I saw Geoff come out of the bathroom with an ice pack on his face and heard that the guys outside shouting are some guys who seem like they're on meth and are saying they are the police and beating up anyone who gets near them, including some of the girls who tried to pry them off of Geoff. I looked outside just in time to see them jump into a car and speed off. The police came literally seconds later, and as things started to calm down a little and we all huddled in the dining room recounting the events that just happened, Randy's mother said "I knew they weren't part of our crew because they were dressed well and didn't have beer bellies." We all had our first laugh since the incident started. Someone later took that quote a bit farther proclaiming we were attacked by male models. Surely this year's Labor Day party will not be be known as the year the meth heads stopped by and stole our stuff and beat up our friends, but as the year we were attacked by male models. You never know what might happen in Hopkinton, MA.


3. Sweet Jesus, I hate Bill O'Reilly

One of the kids at the Labor Day party:

If you can`t read Lauras post from her blog above then chances are the widget is having a lie down, so you will be better off using the link to Laura Lipays blog

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