Our headlines today are Ebola pandemics, ISIS throwing homosexuals off rooftops, flesh-eating bacteria, Boko Haram kidnapping schoolgirls to be sex slaves, and possible nuclear annihilation. So forgive me for feeling a little romantic for the days when the headlines were about robberies and ballplayers cheating on their spouses.
There’s a new occupation in the world, and it’s not a good one. I’m not even sure what to label this “profession,” but the closest I come up with is professional snarkologist. These are the talking heads on radio and TV, magazine writers and bloggers, whose job consists of finding pop culture phenomenon and tearing them down with snarky comments and droll insults.
About once a month I get a brilliant idea that I want to announce to my team leaders and put into practice for my organization. I’m a smart guy with good marketing instincts, so my ideas are usually pretty good. But they’re never as good as the ones that come when I bounce them off the group.
Here in the United States, there’s been a lot of controversy and debate about legislation that many considered protecting religious freedom, while others felt it would legalize discrimination. The most frequent question I’ve been receiving lately is about the prosperity consciousness effects of this issue. So I’d like to leave aside the legal debate […]
The meek may inherit the earth, but not if they’re only paying the minimum balance on their credit cards each month.
You can use phony audience participation tactics and cheesy NLP techniques to manipulate the attendees. Or you could grab them by the throat by opening with the powerful and relevant content they came for in the first place
Did you roll your eyes at that 350-pound man in front of you in the all-you-can-eat buffet line? Would you judge him a little differently if you learned that he has an inoperable brain tumor and needs to take steroids that blow up his size?
A new gourmet ice cream shop opened up on the ground floor of my condo. That was two months ago, and I still haven’t gone in. Today as I was walking past it for at least the 20th time, it dawned on my why…
I know exactly who and what you are. You’re the secret killer. You’re the little voice in my head that tries to make me quit too soon, be afraid to take a chance, or stay the course to achieve my dreams.
Sometimes we’re so worried about meeting the expectations of society, not offending anyone, or following the norm that what we create is pabulum. Making something amazing isn’t done taking the safe, predictable or easy route.