Here, we’ve compiled a list of the best Kara Swisher Quotes. Let’s look at these pieces of wisdom. We definitely have something to learn from them!
A Microsoft-Yahoo merger is a deal only an investment banker could love.
I think things can surprise you. I mean, I loved Instagram from the minute it started, but I think it surprised a lot of people how quickly it got huge.
Mark Zuckerberg needs no introduction these days, what with all the magazine covers and morning news shows. My mother knows who he is now, and my mother can hardly turn on a computer.
It’s easy to forget the ever-plodding eBay with all the noise made by the more lithe and lively Web 2.0 companies.
While a lot of what is on Facebook is a better amalgam of what AOL, Yahoo, Amazon, and other Web pioneers introduced long ago, with a nice dash of connection and really identified community, this kind of thing is not a new idea.
We really spend a lot of time on building relationships. And so when everyone is like, ‘How do you break so many stories?’ it’s because I build relationships. I do it the old-fashioned way, and I build sourcing relationships, and then I take advantage of those relationships over time.
No matter how young you are, you’re too old for SXSW.
As I always like to keep in mind about everything: Don’t fight the trend.
It’s not all silliness, as interactive SXSW is filled with aggressive learning, discussing, and a whole lot of futurizing.
Dr. Louis Bush Swisher died from the complications of a brain aneurysm that burst without warning one sunny Sunday morning less than 40 years ago.
Everything is a narrative in life. I learned that early on as a reporter at the ‘Washington Post.’
I don’t think you can look at my history and say they love me to death in Silicon Valley.
I have found, writing a blog, that being non-opaque is necessary. You pretty much have to say what you know in much more firm terms or risk that the legions who always know more than you do will tell the story better.
Is a family just the strict definition of a small and discrete unit, or is it about the larger organic group that inevitably grows up around the smaller one?
I don’t mean to sound like a touchy-feely California type here, but I knew that I could finally get over the death of my father only by having kids of my own.
I don’t have bad taste; I have no taste. I wear a lot of the things I wore in high school, but not the cowl-neck sweaters. I was never tall, and I am the same size, so I still wear a lot of those clothes.
I am an unrepentant tweetaholic. I use the communications service all day long to discover news, interesting tidbits and, of course, to flack the work of our tech and media news site, Re/code.
I am a big proponent of being in touch with everyone even when I do not have a story to ask about.
With giant sites like Facebook and MySpace becoming as generic as Yahoo and AOL of old, more and more sites will be looking for an edge by drilling down deeply to serve a highly targeted audience.
Luckily for both the tech industry and Hollywood, there is only one thing that counts – use of the Internet is still growing exponentially, as consumers shift to digital everything from analog.
I think the way to be an influential journalist is to be accurate and to be fair and to get things right and to really characterize things in an honest way, versus being really snarky or cheerleading.
The fact of the matter is that the true hits of AOL have always been its easy-to-use services, such as AIM, email, and Buddy Lists.
Canceling my landline phone account, cutting off service to my home for good, and rendering the telephones that had long sat on tables in every room as useless as my closeted bread machine, I took the final step in a lifelong attempt to free myself from the wires that tethered me.
I’m focused on getting to a place where we can prove that journalism can make good money on the web.
While I am not saying Facebook cannot be a wonderland for marketers, I am still waiting to see the proof of it, and so should every reporter.
While having a profound impact on the development of values is surely an important job of a good parent, force-feeding opinions to them is not.
People are worried about what’s going to happen to journalism – and they should be. Every day, the blogosphere is getting better and print media is getting worse; you have to be an idiot not to see that.
As anyone who has covered the company for any length of time knows, Yahoo’s record on major decision-making has been akin to a hippie commune – a lot of wrangling internally in a culture where everyone seems to have a voice and a reticence to push the button to launch.
Most reporters are so transactional rather than strategic.
Here’s the thing: I fell impossibly in love with the Internet from the minute I saw it in action in the early 1990s. From that moment on, I have studied it, analyzed it, reported on it, and, mostly, have not been without it as a part of my daily life since.
Casting my fate to the heavens, quite literally, I decided to go wireless. Completely wireless. All wireless, all the time, everywhere.
I don’t write about Google except to insult the company.
I love all my scoop children. But consistency and persistence is really my aim.
Equipped with two cell phones – one for work and another for home – I like to think of myself as a kind of 21st-century digital pioneer, ready to network, fax, page, e-mail and – oh, yes – talk at will.
While it is often true that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, it seems like Yahoo’s almost obsessive focus on Google is taking away from its other businesses.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was given the gift of prophecy, except – due to her rejection of Apollo’s affections – nobody would ever believe her warnings.
As more ad spending shifts online, the ability to have expertise and to innovate quickly will become critical.
I know: I am a freakish geek. Or is that a geekish freak?
As I have said many times – I like Facebook. I think it is well built and run. It’s cool. I think it is, in its next-step way, even visionary.
One of my favorite vacation memories was the Thai foot massage and Internet access salons in Bangkok, followed up by my testing cellphone coverage while wading in Provincetown Harbor on Cape Cod.
Really smart people don’t want to say stupid things, and they really don’t want to be a part of a PR-engineered interview. People really do want to be smart, and they want smart questions. So, if you ask smart questions, there’s no way you can’t do well.
I bought tiny infant onesies while still in college and compiled a killer toy collection throughout my 20s and 30s.
I used to do a lot of casual photography – back in the olden times when one used film – but it had fallen by the wayside over the years.
I, for one, am pretty exhausted since I started blogging almost a year ago. But I am blaming that on my two sons, aged 3 and 6, whose perpetual-motion-machine energy is hard to keep up with at my advanced age.