Hey, it’s Barb.

If you’re not sure how you got here, I don’t know what to tell you—but the exit can be found via CTRL + W or CMD + W.

I’m just another Canadian who has called New York home for the past decade.

During the day, I work to provide business intelligence on the advertising market to large media and tech companies the unbiased expertise they need to make strategic sales and marketing decisions. Before that, I’ve handled digital marketing and sales for the likes of N.Y.U., National Geographic, and Disney.

During my off hours, I handle good chunk of operations and marketing for the century-old NYC mainstay Nom Wah.

What is a chortle?

I’ve been asked by quite a few people and always respond in excitement when I get to tell someone the definition of the word: a chortle is a hearty and gleeful chuckle.

My use of the word stems from me wanting to make an Instagram account for the stuffed animal that I bring on all my travel adventures. I just thought it sounded good at the time with the dental consonants. Thanks to grade eleven English for hammering these literary devices into my brain.

And the extra chortle? It’s my self-deprecating humour, chuckling at myself for hoping that you, dear potential reader, will subscribe to hear what I have to say.

What can I expect from reading your newsletter?

Chortle Chortle comes out biweekly or monthly (depends on how much extra time I have), mostly after I gather all the digital Post-Its (AKA tweets) and turn it into something semi-coherent.

Anything else?

I try to get into online fights here, take terrible pictures here, and document my rigs for you to purchase via affiliate links here.

(Photo credit: An Rong Xu)