Antonella Stellacci

I’m a mobile industry veteran with 10+ years of experience in the marketing of mobile value-added services in key European and North-American markets. As one of the founders of Dada in the US, I spearheaded all the strategic and tactical marketing for the company resulting in $50M in revenue in under 2 years. Prior to Dada I held various marketing and product roles for mobile entertainment companies across Europe (Lanetro zed, HiuGO, 12Snap).

Currently, I’m involved with a NYC start-up in the launch of an Iphone fashion application, and with a company that’s creating a new semantic rating system for measuring your social media influence.

Need help with your marketing strategy?Feel free to contact me for a chat.

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I called this blog SnowCrashing in honor of the great SnowCrash.

SNOWCRASH…QUOTES

“You don’t respect those people very much, Y.T., because you’re young and arrogant. But I don’t respect them much either, because I’m old and wise.”

“Wait a minute, Juanita. Make up your mind. This Snow Crash thing”is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?” Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.
Hiro used to feel this way, too, but then he ran into Raven. In a way, this was liberating. He no longer has to worry about being the baddest motherfucker in the world. The position is taken.

We are all susceptible to the pull of viral ideas. Like mass hysteria. Or a tune that gets into your head that you keep on humming all day until you spread it to someone else. Jokes. Urban legends. Crackpot religions. Marxism. No matter how smart we get, there is always this deep irrational part that makes us potential hosts for self-replicating information.