Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Power of Positive Thinking
I've decided that I will replace all negative thoughts with positive ones, and also stop wasting thoughts concerning myself with the negative lives of others. Yes, damn it, I'm on a self-help kick again. I recently purchased several top sales books and they are all self-helpish. Hey, maybe sales is my calling? If it's all about me improving on myself then maybe I'm perfect for this! Now, that is one hell of a positive thought.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Religious Power Point Presentations
Dear person who sent me the religious power point presentation in a mass email:
Thanks for the lovely message over the most immaculate scenes of our planet, with the gorgeous voice of a women singing.
I get the religious message about caring for one another and it’s all nice and fuzzy, but why doesn’t the church, Christianity, Christians and people in general, embrace what keeps us alive – our planet? Has anyone heard a sermon about how important the planet is?
The power point presentation asks for blessings. How about we send one about keeping one another and our generations to come – alive?
We do need caring loving people to keep the peace but if we don’t have a planet then we won’t have caring, loving people to populate it.
It takes a little bit of sacrifice in our day-to-day lives to make some serious change. Here are a few suggestions, please feel free to add more, and if I had time I would also put it in a power point presentation and ask that you all forward it to everyone you know in the next 10 seconds in order to have your wish come true.
Recycle: Separate the paper, aluminum cans, glass bottles, biodegradables and trash. Even if it all goes in the same trash can, at least the biodegradable trash inside a biodegradable bag will decompose in a few days. Plus I think it makes you so much more self-conscious of all the trash that you are throwing away that won’t decompose in our life time.
Don’t use single use plastic utensils, plates, or cups.
Don’t get a to-go box in styrofoam. Avoid take-out meals. Cook at home. Use reusable bags at the store. Ask your grocers to use biodegradable plastic bags in the fruit and vegetable department. We used to use reusable milk containers and jars – let’s go back to that. In Mexico people bring the glass bottles back to recycle. Why don’t we do that here?
Start using biodegradable bags.
Choose glass over plastic.
Write letters to the grocery stores and the makers of your favorite products, that are not using recyclable materials and ask that they do.
Going back to the voice of a woman – (generally speaking) the more thoughtful, considerate, loving creature, of the two humans. (I realize that I"m totally biased in this matter)
Let’s all be that thoughtful, considerate, loving creature, we can be and pass this message along, because god only knows we need a planet. I’d prefer a nice clean one. Recycle.
Keeping it green,
s
Thanks for the lovely message over the most immaculate scenes of our planet, with the gorgeous voice of a women singing.
I get the religious message about caring for one another and it’s all nice and fuzzy, but why doesn’t the church, Christianity, Christians and people in general, embrace what keeps us alive – our planet? Has anyone heard a sermon about how important the planet is?
The power point presentation asks for blessings. How about we send one about keeping one another and our generations to come – alive?
We do need caring loving people to keep the peace but if we don’t have a planet then we won’t have caring, loving people to populate it.
It takes a little bit of sacrifice in our day-to-day lives to make some serious change. Here are a few suggestions, please feel free to add more, and if I had time I would also put it in a power point presentation and ask that you all forward it to everyone you know in the next 10 seconds in order to have your wish come true.
Recycle: Separate the paper, aluminum cans, glass bottles, biodegradables and trash. Even if it all goes in the same trash can, at least the biodegradable trash inside a biodegradable bag will decompose in a few days. Plus I think it makes you so much more self-conscious of all the trash that you are throwing away that won’t decompose in our life time.
Don’t use single use plastic utensils, plates, or cups.
Don’t get a to-go box in styrofoam. Avoid take-out meals. Cook at home. Use reusable bags at the store. Ask your grocers to use biodegradable plastic bags in the fruit and vegetable department. We used to use reusable milk containers and jars – let’s go back to that. In Mexico people bring the glass bottles back to recycle. Why don’t we do that here?
Start using biodegradable bags.
Choose glass over plastic.
Write letters to the grocery stores and the makers of your favorite products, that are not using recyclable materials and ask that they do.
Going back to the voice of a woman – (generally speaking) the more thoughtful, considerate, loving creature, of the two humans. (I realize that I"m totally biased in this matter)
Let’s all be that thoughtful, considerate, loving creature, we can be and pass this message along, because god only knows we need a planet. I’d prefer a nice clean one. Recycle.
Keeping it green,
s
Monday, March 30, 2009
Unfiltered Thoughts
We all filter. We filter out the bad stuff for the most part: the complaints, the harsh critiques, jealous thoughts, mean thoughts, trashy, nasty thoughts and rudeness. Yet there are those that don't. They let it all hang out like balls sliding out of running shorts. It's disgusting and unless you are getting paid really well to listen, it's not much fun to be on the listening side.
Let's face it, It's your ego who seriously believes that your thoughts are of great importance, or your life is of great importance or so interesting that it needs to be passed on to others and communicated. Well it's this, blogs - sometimes the unfiltered useless material. This doesn't deserve publishing in a magazine, book or even an email to a friend. But hey, let's keep building this world wide web and electronically document even the unfiltered stuff.
- by My Ego
Let's face it, It's your ego who seriously believes that your thoughts are of great importance, or your life is of great importance or so interesting that it needs to be passed on to others and communicated. Well it's this, blogs - sometimes the unfiltered useless material. This doesn't deserve publishing in a magazine, book or even an email to a friend. But hey, let's keep building this world wide web and electronically document even the unfiltered stuff.
- by My Ego
Saturday, December 6, 2008
"While on airplanes"
Why me? It just never seems to fail. I have the worst of luck on airplanes. Some how I end up selecting seats directly in front of unruly kids.
Terrible kids, the kind that kick your seat, yell, ask ridiculous questins, call out how much more time you have on the plane and worse of all fart. Yes the nasty sulfre smelling ones of rotten eggs.
The very sound of this adolescent's voice made me cring. He could not sit still. He would lift up the window and slam it back down adruptly then back up and fart again. As he would release his toxic gas he would yell out "what's that?".
Well in this case at least he had a mother that repermanded him. Thankfully the voice of considerations was heard out but the boarder-line obese kid and his upset stomach were not listening.
My biggest question though is always should I do anything about it? Should I turn around and ask him to stop kicking my seat? Should I ask his mom? Or should I ask the flight attendant to move me or should I just complain to her? In one very rare case I have asked the kids to behave.
Well, whatever I decide to do I know that I can't loose my patience and I must keep my voice down because I would hate to embarrass the mother who seems to already be embarrassed as it is. So, come to think of it, I'll just tell the kid. He seems to be old enough to know better. Besides the only other seat open is next to a mother and her baby and I think I can smell the dirty diaper from here.
There I did it.
"Excuse me..." I said stretching my words out and pausing until I got his full attention, "would you mind not kicking my chair please?" Again I sugar-coat it with a sing song tone. He adruply says No.
(Sigh) Mission accomplished.
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Terrible kids, the kind that kick your seat, yell, ask ridiculous questins, call out how much more time you have on the plane and worse of all fart. Yes the nasty sulfre smelling ones of rotten eggs.
The very sound of this adolescent's voice made me cring. He could not sit still. He would lift up the window and slam it back down adruptly then back up and fart again. As he would release his toxic gas he would yell out "what's that?".
Well in this case at least he had a mother that repermanded him. Thankfully the voice of considerations was heard out but the boarder-line obese kid and his upset stomach were not listening.
My biggest question though is always should I do anything about it? Should I turn around and ask him to stop kicking my seat? Should I ask his mom? Or should I ask the flight attendant to move me or should I just complain to her? In one very rare case I have asked the kids to behave.
Well, whatever I decide to do I know that I can't loose my patience and I must keep my voice down because I would hate to embarrass the mother who seems to already be embarrassed as it is. So, come to think of it, I'll just tell the kid. He seems to be old enough to know better. Besides the only other seat open is next to a mother and her baby and I think I can smell the dirty diaper from here.
There I did it.
"Excuse me..." I said stretching my words out and pausing until I got his full attention, "would you mind not kicking my chair please?" Again I sugar-coat it with a sing song tone. He adruply says No.
(Sigh) Mission accomplished.
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"The Best Cab Ride Ever"
I love cab rides for the most part. I'm infactuated with the concept of someone picking you up and taking you where you want to go. Who doesn't?
But on this particular day, on my way to the airport I had the coolest cab ride ever.
He was just a perfect 3 minutes early knowing that I would panic and go into my A-type personality mode, if I didn't see him outside exactly on time. As I walked up to his big yellow Lincoln, he jumped out of his driver's seat. He had uncanny energy for any normal human at 5 o'clock in the morning. Moreover, he seemed to be in a hurry. Cab drivers never seem to have or understand your sense of urgency. Well, this guy did and it seemed as automatic as his gears.
He asked where I was going. I sensed an accent but I completely understood what he was asking. I responded LAX and he made an immediate u-turn. Perfect! Didn't even wait to drive to a drive way. Nope. Right then and there. This, of course, signaled that the guy knew exactly how to get to the airport.
Although the smell of fresh cigarette smoke was killing me, he made it up to me asking "Are you Spanish or Italian?" I said "Spanish, Italian, Mexican, all of the above". His next question "Julio Iglesias or something or other". I said I perfred to hear Italian, something different. He then shuffled through his CD case of burned CDs, all while driving 65 on La Cienega and popped in a CD. He skipped through 5 songs playing 2 seconds of each before he picked a song. It had a strange start to it. I wouldn't even call it music but rather sound effects of a bag of very large thick foreign coins being dragged through some kind of third world machine but I like different and the sounds did fall into a rhythm. The beat and vocals then came in and it was a woman's voice. Oh! He had me pegged. It was the coolest tune ever.
He was working for a big tip. It seemed he knew exactly how much I had in my pocket and he knew just how he was going to get every nickel of it and he did. My guess is he was Russian. We got to the airport. He jumped out again beating me to the sidewalk as I grabbed my bag, digged for my wallet and took two twenties out. He stood outside with my bag from the trunk, in his hand he had my blank receipt and a refrigerator magnet with a one eight hundred number in big bold red numbers across the front. I was in such a daze of amazement that I felt he was giving me his private number and inviting me to come out on another cab date with him. I was ready to accept.
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But on this particular day, on my way to the airport I had the coolest cab ride ever.
He was just a perfect 3 minutes early knowing that I would panic and go into my A-type personality mode, if I didn't see him outside exactly on time. As I walked up to his big yellow Lincoln, he jumped out of his driver's seat. He had uncanny energy for any normal human at 5 o'clock in the morning. Moreover, he seemed to be in a hurry. Cab drivers never seem to have or understand your sense of urgency. Well, this guy did and it seemed as automatic as his gears.
He asked where I was going. I sensed an accent but I completely understood what he was asking. I responded LAX and he made an immediate u-turn. Perfect! Didn't even wait to drive to a drive way. Nope. Right then and there. This, of course, signaled that the guy knew exactly how to get to the airport.
Although the smell of fresh cigarette smoke was killing me, he made it up to me asking "Are you Spanish or Italian?" I said "Spanish, Italian, Mexican, all of the above". His next question "Julio Iglesias or something or other". I said I perfred to hear Italian, something different. He then shuffled through his CD case of burned CDs, all while driving 65 on La Cienega and popped in a CD. He skipped through 5 songs playing 2 seconds of each before he picked a song. It had a strange start to it. I wouldn't even call it music but rather sound effects of a bag of very large thick foreign coins being dragged through some kind of third world machine but I like different and the sounds did fall into a rhythm. The beat and vocals then came in and it was a woman's voice. Oh! He had me pegged. It was the coolest tune ever.
He was working for a big tip. It seemed he knew exactly how much I had in my pocket and he knew just how he was going to get every nickel of it and he did. My guess is he was Russian. We got to the airport. He jumped out again beating me to the sidewalk as I grabbed my bag, digged for my wallet and took two twenties out. He stood outside with my bag from the trunk, in his hand he had my blank receipt and a refrigerator magnet with a one eight hundred number in big bold red numbers across the front. I was in such a daze of amazement that I felt he was giving me his private number and inviting me to come out on another cab date with him. I was ready to accept.
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"People are talking, but they are not talking to me"
It was a solid 20 minutes of me sitting on flight 1073 waiting for the transistor thingy (?) to be repaired.
And in the process, I come to find that some people are just not comfortable being the only ones to hear their thoughts. As if they were taught by a bad soap opera to voice their thoughts and somehow made to believe that it was perfectly okay.
Well, no. It's just not okay. Actors voicing out their thoughts on camera is called a low budget production. The Producers didn't have the money to hire an actor and pay for additional hours at the audio studio to record the voice over.
In most cases, I find that the voice-over is usually stating the obvious. For example the young woman sitting next to me raises her ear plugs to her ears and in almost a mumble says "I'll just listen to some music". Then there's the guy standing in line behind me as we were about to board the plane that announced that the family of six had arrived to stand in line. "The kids have arrived". Now this guy must have received his voice-over training having clocked hundreds of hours of watching ESPN and as a result acts out the play-by-play sports reporters.
But neither case beats out those funny movie theater audience members that speak to the moving pictures letting them know that he's in the closet. That just takes the prize and they are just a whole other animal onto themselves.
Another tid bit observation by sylvia.
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And in the process, I come to find that some people are just not comfortable being the only ones to hear their thoughts. As if they were taught by a bad soap opera to voice their thoughts and somehow made to believe that it was perfectly okay.
Well, no. It's just not okay. Actors voicing out their thoughts on camera is called a low budget production. The Producers didn't have the money to hire an actor and pay for additional hours at the audio studio to record the voice over.
In most cases, I find that the voice-over is usually stating the obvious. For example the young woman sitting next to me raises her ear plugs to her ears and in almost a mumble says "I'll just listen to some music". Then there's the guy standing in line behind me as we were about to board the plane that announced that the family of six had arrived to stand in line. "The kids have arrived". Now this guy must have received his voice-over training having clocked hundreds of hours of watching ESPN and as a result acts out the play-by-play sports reporters.
But neither case beats out those funny movie theater audience members that speak to the moving pictures letting them know that he's in the closet. That just takes the prize and they are just a whole other animal onto themselves.
Another tid bit observation by sylvia.
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