Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
How to work like on an airplane
http://westernthm.wordpress.com/2011/06/27/how-to-increase-productivity-by-pretending-youre-on-an-airplane/
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Jungleland by Bruce Springsteen the highest standard of writing
Jungleland
The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane
Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot
Girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in jungleland
The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night
The streets alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the
Night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in jungleland
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane
Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot
Girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in jungleland
The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there's an opera out on the turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night
The streets alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland
In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the
Night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down here
Don't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in jungleland
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Is social media gossip? Nah, good social media analysis finds trends...
As Gossip is to conversations, so is social media is to writing.
Social media research or social media analysis or social media intelligence or social media market research is simply
part 1 electronic (surveillance) skimming some meta data from social interactions
first it is segmented like a newsagent shop
the only difference is that as the medium is electronic (digital) it is easily extractable.
Who says, the data mined is going to increase sales?
Just like all forms of digital data, there will be "plants". (planted info)
where it occurred
trends on what was said
profiles on who said it
part 2
Social media research or social media analysis or social media intelligence or social media market research is simply
part 1 electronic (surveillance) skimming some meta data from social interactions
first it is segmented like a newsagent shop
| | sports | adult | cars | news | music | Electronics |
| Kids | | | | | | |
| Adults | | | | | | |
| Men | | | | | | |
| Women | | | | | | |
the only difference is that as the medium is electronic (digital) it is easily extractable.
Who says, the data mined is going to increase sales?
Just like all forms of digital data, there will be "plants". (planted info)
where it occurred
trends on what was said
profiles on who said it
part 2
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Am I something, do I matter?
Am I something, do I matter?
I cleaned shit from the tiles in the bathroom,
I cleaned pubic hairs from the toilet seats in our home;
I cleaned pots and trays with leftover grease deposited from a previous nights baked dinner;
Am I something, do I matter?
I made a hot breakfast for a teen boy who is addicted to the internet;
I offered breakfast to my teen girl;
I make lunches for my kids before school;
I shop for food for those lunches and breakfasts;
Am I something, do I matter?
Yesterday, my daughter told me "fuck off" under her breath;
Today my wife told me "she didn't care" what I thought about how to raise our son;
Today my other daughter told me "You are useless";
I live in a world where the good that I do doesn't get credited,
but when I do something to disappoint, I am reminded of my shortcomings quickly and directly;
What is it all for?
Why do I try to give my kids the best I can?
Because I love them and want them to have the best I can give them.
But if what I can offer is not enough, then I am told "you are not wanted around"
I feel like an idiot and a fool because when my kids ask me for something, I can't say "no";
But when I do not meet their expectations, they say harsh and mean things to me that I never would say to my parents;
My wife says she hates my parents because of how they raised me;
I don't hate my parents, but she does;
I don't think my saying hurtful things about my parents matters to her;
I don't think saying hurtful things to me matters to her;
somehow saying hurtful things to me, works for her, it somehow makes her feel rejuvenated or energized. I don't know why else she would say it.
I think when people are young, they say anything that enters their minds and they don't hold themselves responsible for the consequences;
It is a sign of the lack of maturity of youth;
Because in reality, the things we say and do in life all carry consequences - it's just that some young people are relieved of their responsibilities and consequences...
After all, if your words don't cause bleeding or a car wreck or some other physical form of damage
How much damage could I have created?
When you grow older, someone is going to say something to you that is going to absolutely cut you to pieces and it will only be words;
Only then when you realise the hurt you might be causing me with your obvious disgust in me;
You are all disgusted because I don't work in a job right now;
Denise has told me how Jackson hates me;
So what do I have here at 15 Lindsay street?
Shall I continue to shop and cook and wash and clean and mow lawns and pick up dog shit?
What for?
What my kids think of me is my most valuable possession in life;
And they don't think much.
I keep getting this feeling that I've outlived my usefulness;
In the beginning, I was necessary to help create the kids and qualify for the houseloan;
But today, Denise has got a solid career and good communications with her kids;
She's got their respect too;
The only things my kids need now is more room to grow and put their possessions and more money to fund their lifestyle;
IN alot of ways, the things I've come to teach my kids I've done the best I can
But sticking around while their mother sticks the book into me is not teaching them anything positive about manhood or fatherhood;
I just don't think I'm making much of a contribution anymore
and I am certainly not having any fun;
and I am certainly not doing a whole lot of good.
I cleaned shit from the tiles in the bathroom,
I cleaned pubic hairs from the toilet seats in our home;
I cleaned pots and trays with leftover grease deposited from a previous nights baked dinner;
Am I something, do I matter?
I made a hot breakfast for a teen boy who is addicted to the internet;
I offered breakfast to my teen girl;
I make lunches for my kids before school;
I shop for food for those lunches and breakfasts;
Am I something, do I matter?
Yesterday, my daughter told me "fuck off" under her breath;
Today my wife told me "she didn't care" what I thought about how to raise our son;
Today my other daughter told me "You are useless";
I live in a world where the good that I do doesn't get credited,
but when I do something to disappoint, I am reminded of my shortcomings quickly and directly;
What is it all for?
Why do I try to give my kids the best I can?
Because I love them and want them to have the best I can give them.
But if what I can offer is not enough, then I am told "you are not wanted around"
I feel like an idiot and a fool because when my kids ask me for something, I can't say "no";
But when I do not meet their expectations, they say harsh and mean things to me that I never would say to my parents;
My wife says she hates my parents because of how they raised me;
I don't hate my parents, but she does;
I don't think my saying hurtful things about my parents matters to her;
I don't think saying hurtful things to me matters to her;
somehow saying hurtful things to me, works for her, it somehow makes her feel rejuvenated or energized. I don't know why else she would say it.
I think when people are young, they say anything that enters their minds and they don't hold themselves responsible for the consequences;
It is a sign of the lack of maturity of youth;
Because in reality, the things we say and do in life all carry consequences - it's just that some young people are relieved of their responsibilities and consequences...
After all, if your words don't cause bleeding or a car wreck or some other physical form of damage
How much damage could I have created?
When you grow older, someone is going to say something to you that is going to absolutely cut you to pieces and it will only be words;
Only then when you realise the hurt you might be causing me with your obvious disgust in me;
You are all disgusted because I don't work in a job right now;
Denise has told me how Jackson hates me;
So what do I have here at 15 Lindsay street?
Shall I continue to shop and cook and wash and clean and mow lawns and pick up dog shit?
What for?
What my kids think of me is my most valuable possession in life;
And they don't think much.
I keep getting this feeling that I've outlived my usefulness;
In the beginning, I was necessary to help create the kids and qualify for the houseloan;
But today, Denise has got a solid career and good communications with her kids;
She's got their respect too;
The only things my kids need now is more room to grow and put their possessions and more money to fund their lifestyle;
IN alot of ways, the things I've come to teach my kids I've done the best I can
But sticking around while their mother sticks the book into me is not teaching them anything positive about manhood or fatherhood;
I just don't think I'm making much of a contribution anymore
and I am certainly not having any fun;
and I am certainly not doing a whole lot of good.
What I have learned by being out of work
What I have learned by being out of work...
family
Denise - you are a bludger
Anneliese - you are useless
Jackson -
Georgia -
Cooper -
So what do I do this for?
For what?
family
Denise - you are a bludger
Anneliese - you are useless
Jackson -
Georgia -
Cooper -
So what do I do this for?
For what?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The disaster you're likely to have
Emergency preparedness
Civil defense was done away with when the Federal Emergency Act
Civil defense was done away with when the Federal Emergency Act
Sunday, April 17, 2011
best business stories
last week
govt
telco
retail
media
auto
etc.
(get a list)
last month
last year
last decade
govt
telco
retail
media
auto
etc.
(get a list)
last month
last year
last decade
women fight for equality yes...but don't destroy your men..with no ying..there can be no yang...
Women - you get nowhere by pushing men putting your man downward.
after all
they are not only
your bed partners
suitors
providers
...
they are your sons
your brothers
your network of friends
your fathers
your step fathers
your co workers
...
after all
they are not only
your bed partners
suitors
providers
...
they are your sons
your brothers
your network of friends
your fathers
your step fathers
your co workers
...
Bullying the professional way
getting more "out", putting less "in"
it's all about shareholder value and my bonus package
process control
strategy
risk management
comms. strategy
outcomes
perf. mgt.
it's all about shareholder value and my bonus package
process control
strategy
risk management
comms. strategy
outcomes
perf. mgt.
men cheating is not news
men cheating is not news
why they cheat is important to know
is it true that if they get enough at home, they won't stray?
or will they stray less?
is it about preserving their veneer of youthful virility?
is it so they can prove they still can attract women?
why they cheat is important to know
is it true that if they get enough at home, they won't stray?
or will they stray less?
is it about preserving their veneer of youthful virility?
is it so they can prove they still can attract women?
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Columbus, Yuri Gragarin, and me....
What I have in common with these great men...
In the end, we are our achievements
In the end, we are our achievements
Sunday, April 3, 2011
This business of being a Dad
I don't think it's about "how to"...
how to "this"
how to "that"
It's about knowing what is good or best or better and modelling it
Being a dad is not science
There is no right or wrong
how to "this"
how to "that"
It's about knowing what is good or best or better and modelling it
Situational Dad-“ing”
| | | | | | | |
| The ideal | Planning | Supporting | The power of presence | | | |
| Good | | | | | | |
| okay | | | | | | |
| | | Pre birth | | birth | Post birth | |
| | | | | | | |
| The ideal | Planning | Supporting | The power of presence | | | |
| Good | | | | | | |
| okay | | | | | | |
| | Pre birth | | | | | |
| | | | | | | |
| The ideal | | The power of presence | | | | |
| Good | | | | | | |
| okay | | | | | | |
| | birth | | | | | |
| | | | | | | |
| The ideal | | | | | | |
| Good | | | | | | |
| okay | | | | | | |
| | Post birth | | | | | |
Being a dad is not science
There is no right or wrong
The truth about parenthood today
Parents are too concerned about correctness and that inhibits their ability to give their kids the freedom to fall down, scrap a knee, or worse.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
sliced roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy
the beef is soft and juicy
the potatoes are soft but firm w/ no lumps
the gravy is smooth and not salty
all on top of a piece of bread
heaven
the potatoes are soft but firm w/ no lumps
the gravy is smooth and not salty
all on top of a piece of bread
heaven
burrow
burrow
I burrow down into her - lost in my fantasy and the memory of all the times she comforted me in a giving and unselfish manner
I burrow down to escape and to find comfort at the same time.
She gives up of herself to allow me this comfort
But she does it for me because it was just one of the ways she shows her particular rare kind of love you don't see too much anymore
I'm one of the lucky ones to know this kind of selflessness.
I burrow down into her - lost in my fantasy and the memory of all the times she comforted me in a giving and unselfish manner
I burrow down to escape and to find comfort at the same time.
She gives up of herself to allow me this comfort
But she does it for me because it was just one of the ways she shows her particular rare kind of love you don't see too much anymore
I'm one of the lucky ones to know this kind of selflessness.
Monday, January 17, 2011
"On the way down"
A young man who jumps off a bridge thinks as he descends to his death
Act I
Attention getter
Character established
Rising tension
Act II
Climax to tension
Act III
Resolution
Character development
Act I
Attention getter
Character established
Rising tension
Act II
Climax to tension
Act III
Resolution
Character development
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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