Stuff I’ve read and think!

Welcome to “stuff” I’ve read and think….It is possibly ENDLESS…. lolbestreading_hppromo

Social media builds careers.
This would be like saying a baseball player’s interviews make him a star. No, it’s his statistics, what he does on the field. Social media is the penumbra, a way for fans to stay in touch with their heroes. Work always has been and always will be the epicenter of any career. In other words, if you’re good enough, you don’t have to tweet, you don’t have to maintain a Facebook page, your fans will spread the word and keep you alive.

Publicity sells tickets.
If this was so, Miley Cyrus would sell out. But she doesn’t. And she’s gotten more ink than anybody. It’d be like expecting Kim Kardashian to fill arenas.

Record companies care about art.
They only care about money, it’s a business, and if anybody tells you different, they’re lying.

Google Glass is the future.
It breaks the number one rule of fashion, it’s dorky! Wearables will play a part in the future, but they’ll be relatively hidden, accessories. Only the geeks at Google could miss this. In other words, give a nerd a billion dollars and he’s still a nerd.

The horse race matters.
We’re not only seeing coverage of the 2014 election, but 2016 and 2018 too. But the truth is very few people care, media outlets are marginalizing themselves, not realizing when we know movie hype is irrelevant, that we can wait until opening day to know whether we’ve got to go, we don’t need to read endless reports stoking the fire of an interest that we don’t have. America is still about the hype, but the hype means less than ever before.

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CRACKED POT (an oldie but a goodie)

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full and for two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Cracked PotThe perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

The poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream and said: ‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’

The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?’ ‘I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.’

For two years I have picked these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

So, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

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HOME DELIVERY

Home Delivery

Everyone seem to want home delivery. The notion of having it delivered to your “home” instead of you visiting “somewhere else” to get…..

Most people are too jaded to take advantage of it.  Home delivery. They seem to want to “work” for it…

I see you are looking for an actual subject for my RANT…

I hear talk about Facebook platform, Twitter, Instagram, and the list goes on and on and on… but I “rant” here about an older, tried, true and test form that is delivered to you.  It has about 85% of the world population tied to it, 5.7 BILLION people tied to it vs the others that require you to “visit” them for their “experience”. Those others in fragmented platforms. I believe there is and will continue to be a resurgence and focus on this.  It does not matter how you are connected to the Internet, phone, laptop, tower, pad…. You have access to that remnant of the old internet age.

It’s a shame not to tap into the platform’s full potential

Here we have an idea so old that it’s NEW……….. Email

It is staying light so late! Memorial Day

It is staying light so late! Memorial Day
I know, it’s almost Memorial Day.Memorial Day

But Memorial Day is no longer the 30th, or was it the 31st? I’m forgetting, it’s been too long since holidays became expedient, Monday affairs so everybody could have a long weekend.
Used to be it was Memorial Day that was hot, Labor Day cooled off.
But not in Dallas.

Yes, summer is coming, and I’m not prepared for it. The hot days. Everybody going on vacation. I prefer to work. I want everyone home and paying attention. But one thing I love is these long days. Although they are confusing me. I sit in front of the computer thinking I’ve got hours left in the day and then I look at the clock and it’s almost over!

It’s getting dark long after 8 in Dallas. Long after 9 in Toronto. But it’s only going to last another month, and then the days will be getting shorter again, counting down the hours until Christmas, when we start going in the other direction again. And when you’re young the world doesn’t spin fast enough. But when you’re old, you want to slow it down.

I want it to stay light this late for a few months, I want to savor it. The yellow. The brightness. The feeling that life is all about endless possibilities. I think about growing up, playing baseball, I lived to play baseball, back when you told your mother you’d be home for dinner and walked out the front door to god knows where.

I’d get on my bike and ride to the school where we’d play.

And I never want to go back to school. You’re supposed to learn but too few of the teachers are stimulating, especially as you enter higher education. I prefer following my muse, my interests, that’s what I love about the Internet, the ability to dig down deep.
Do kids lie in the backyard and stare at the sky anymore? Marveling how the clouds move? Do they take their sleeping bags out and look at the stars, and wake up to the sun long before their parents, and go inside and watch cartoons?

So much of my life is lived in the darkness. But not now. It’s like I’m in the bonus round, the recipient of a natural plus that thrills me, that
I don’t want to let go of.
But it’s going to evaporate. And at some point, I won’t even be here.

So I want to savor it. As those younger than me believe they’re going to live forever, but those of us wise enough to know better marvel at the simple things, knowing that possessions are overrated, that a German car is nice, but not necessary, that it’s what you feel inside that counts, because what you show to the outside no one’s looking at.

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We went to the Deli.

We went to the Deli.
Deli Sandwich
I needed to feel something. Others take drugs, drink alcohol, I eat.
It never occurred to us that at 6 PM the place would be packed, that we’d have to wait.
But it’s a Jewish pilgrimage.
And so different from the rest of Dallas.
In Dallas two things are important… How big is your vehicle and how good do you look in it.
And these people didn’t look good.
Not that they looked bad, well, some did, it’s just that they didn’t put on their look. They didn’t change clothes, they didn’t put on makeup, there was no preparation whatsoever. They were at home watching television and got a hankering for deli and…
Kind of like me. We find ourselves waiting for a table, staring at cakes so big, they could serve as life preservers, assuming they float.
And I knew what I wanted… Pastrami on rye with Swiss cheese and Russian dressing. But I’d forgotten that they specialize in Reubens, so I substituted sauerkraut for cheese and upon closing my menu the bus boy delivered pickles.
Pickles… The pickles were of the green tomato variety, nice and sour, the kind that make you wince with their tartness.
But the ones that had me swooning this evening were…
New pickles.
You know, ones that are barely beyond cucumbers. With just a hint of…
And I bit into that pickle and guest could not help but remark upon the smile that graced my face.
Some things are so right, they connect us to distant memories we thought we’d forgotten, and when we experience them, we can only smile.

Early, Gas prices, Old

Spend your  tax refund here.Would people drive different cars in the U.S. if gas were more expensive?
They do in Europe. Then again, we’ve got an upper class so wealthy in the U.S. that it doesn’t care about gas prices. That’s the problem with the ultra-rich, they skew the game for the rest of us. Doubt me? Then try to get a good ticket to a desirable show. Prices are so high because certain people can afford it. You might scrimp and save to see your personal hero for $500-$1000, but there are tons of people who buy these tickets on a whim, who come late and leave early, whose main desire is oftentimes just to be able to say they were there.

I used to always be early, but now I’m afraid of being late.
Being early is a curse in a world where everybody is late. Not only do you waste time waiting for people, you end up being the greeting committee, making small talk, introducing people. Almost no one is on time., so I’ve trained myself to…be on time, as opposed to early. But now with so many time-wasters, most especially the smartphone, I’m finding it hard to even be on time.

I’m old.
I remember when my mother was thrilled when she qualified for the senior discount. Baby boomers are horrified. The worst was in Vail, when the ticket seller at the bus station assumed I was a senior, eek! But I accepted the senior discount at the Nobel Peace Center, when I look in the mirror I know my time is fading.

Alcohol is expensive to discourage consumption.
What else are you supposed to do during the long, cold, lonely winter?

 

Perks of reaching 50 – 60 – 70

At the root of every gray hair, there is a dead brain cell.

Perks of reaching 50  –  Or being over 60 – And heading towards 70 or beyond!old-people-bird

1. Kidnappers are not very Interested in you.
2. In a hostage situation, you are likely to be released first.
3. No one expects you to run — anywhere.
4. People call at 9 PM (or 9 AM) and ask, ‘Did I wake you?’
5. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
6. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
7. Things you buy now willnever wear out.
8. You can eat supper at 4 PM.
9.You can live without sex but not your glasses.
10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.
11. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
12. You quit trying to hold your stomach in no matter who walks into the room.
13. You sing along with elevator music.
14. Your eyes won’t get much worse.
15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
16. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.
17. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.
18. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.
19 You can’t remember who sent you this list.

 

Don’t laugh…. It is all true!

 

Marketing

marketingThis is about the clearest explanation I’ve seen

One buzz word in today’s business world is MARKETING.

However, people often ask for a simple explanation of “Marketing.”

Well, here it is:

* You’re a woman and you see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and say, “I’m fantastic in bed.” – That’s Direct Marketing.

* You’re at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of your friends goes up to him and, pointing at you, says, “She’s fantastic in bed.” – That’s Advertising.

* You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone number. The next day you call and say, “Hi, I’m fantastic in bed.” – That’s Telemarketing.

* You see a guy at a party; you straighten your dress. You walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, “May I?” and reach up to straighten his tie, brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, “By the way, I’m fantastic in bed.” – That’s Public Relations.

* You’re at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, “I hear you’re fantastic in bed.” – That’s Brand Recognition.

*You’re at a party and see a handsome guy. He fancies you, but you talk him into going home with your friend. – That’s a Sales Rep.

* Your friend can’t satisfy him so he calls you. – That’s Tech Support.

* You’re on your way to a party when you realize that there could be handsome men in all these houses you’re passing, so you climb onto the roof of one situated towards the center and shout at the top of your lungs, “I’m fantastic in bed!” – That’s Facebook.

* You are at a party; this attractive older man walks up to you and grabs your ass. – That’s a former President.

* You like it, but twenty years later your attorney decides you were offended and you are awarded a settlement.

That’s America!

 

Early and Old missing the boat

early-bird-smallI used to always be early, but now I’m afraid of being late.
Being early is a curse in a world where everybody is late. Not only do you waste time waiting for people, you end up being the greeting committee, making small talk, introducing people. I’ve trained myself to…be on time, as opposed to early. But now with so many time-wasters, most especially the smartphone, I’m finding it hard to even be on time. I’m starting to cut it too close, I’m losing track of who is really me. I wanted to take a boat ride at 1 and somehow I misjudged the distance and I ended up being only a few minutes early. But they left at about 1:02. Kind of like the movies. Which wait for no one. I was hustling there and thinking “I don’t want to be one of those people who complains that the world runs on time.”

I’m old.
I remember when my father was thrilled when he qualified for the senior discount. Baby boomers are horrified. The worst was in Vail, when the ticket seller at the bus station assumed I was a senior, eek! But I accepted the senior discount at the Nobel Peace Center, when I look in the mirror I know my time is fading.

Alcohol is expensive to discourage consumption.
What else are you supposed to do during the long, cold, lonely winter?
But would people drive different cars in the U.S. if gas were more expensive? They do in Europe. Then again, we’ve got an upper class so wealthy in the U.S. that it doesn’t care about gas prices. That’s the problem with the ultra-rich, they skew the game for the rest of us. Doubt me? Then try to get a good ticket to a desirable show. Prices are so high because certain people can afford it. You might scrimp and save to see your personal hero for $500-$1000, but there are tons of people who buy these tickets on a whim, who come late and leave early, whose main desire is oftentimes just to be able to say they were there.

Traveling is about making mistakes.
I couldn’t find the right ferry until I saw it pulling out of port.