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Saturday, December 7, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
How to win an election
I have to confess, as a blogger I have always loved city elections the most. Yea, they aren't as fun in terms of policy as state and federal elections where I can feed my inner wonk, but everyone loves a good train wreck.
And candidates for city elections have a tendency to be walking train wrecks. Its the place where the ankle-biters, weirdos, nutcases, and the eccentric try their hand a politics.
But since this is the holiday season, I feel like being generous so I'll tell you exactly How to win an election in this town. This is a total freebie people. And don't worry, I'm not giving away the nuclear launch codes here. I'm just telling you what has worked for WINNING campaigns.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Educational Motivating Speakers: Providing Comfort at Work / Education Through Laughter and Humor
By Prachetas Nair
In this world of steep competition, giving in to pressure comes
almost naturally to most of us. But in order to sustain, one must not
succumb to the pressure so easily, instead stand upright against all
odds. At an epoch when children are pestered to take tuition rather than
play out in the field, succumbing to pressure or going into depression
becomes the common disaster almost in each household. But somehow,
people still ignore all this and go on to lead lives as they are. It is
high time that we should realize the sticky situation we all are in and
try to amend this for our own benefits.
As a result of too much
pressure in the educational field, people often tend to become clueless
as to what to do after the preliminary education is over. Taking the
condition of the job market into consideration, the situation of these
poor students seems even worse. The best way to save them from such a
pathetic disillusionment is to resort to the help of the educational
motivational speakers. What the students need is a thorough guidance,
along with motivation which will enable them to think and do better in
their future. Educational motivational speakers talk to the students in
distress, understand their problems and act accordingly. They have the
power to usher a positive change in the students. These speakers try to
solve the problem of these children in distress, by acting from their
points of view. This enables the students to have faith on them and
accept these speakers as their well-wishers, their friends, for it is
only friends with whom one can share all the problems and dilemmas of
life.
The pressure and monotony of work have reached an ever high
and so much so that even grown up people and professionals are being
squeezed into this burden. The wish to earn more has churned out one of
the basic necessities of life - laughter. In order to get this necessity
back into our lives, to see the life as it is, people now-a-days hire
professional educational motivational speakers. They help to beat the
stress by providing much-needed "comic therapy" to them. They understand
the dilemma of the students, understand their psychology, and try to
solve them rather humorously, so that this therapy does not become yet
another cause of tensions.
They are experts in their own field and
with their strong expertise, they are able to revitalize their clients.
The demand of these expert speakers is so much that they are often
hired by TV and Radio Talk Shows; they are even hired to write columns
in magazines and newspapers. This ensures a far and wide reach, so that
more people are able to know about and appreciate the art of these men /
women. Now-a-days educational motivational speakers are even hired by
companies for their employees
The Call for Healthcare Speakers and Futurists
Along with the worldly sicknesses comes other mundane element,
such as hypertension, stress, anxiety, obesity etc. A perfect example
would be a middle-aged woman who habitually takes heavy doses of
medications for stress relief which in turn harms their nervous system
adversely. Yet another instance that you may have come across often is
that of an adolescent kid who has been rehabilitated after a period of
substance abuse. Teenagers who have been rehabilitated are offered to
attend these health care and motivational seminars in order to cope up
with post-traumatic stress. While medicines are aimed at physical
healing the mental trauma can only be cured by socialized medicine.
Socialized medicine is a word used in the United States to represent and
discuss systems of universal health care.
Most of you may think
that the field of healthcare is a drab, boring, sleep-arousing subject.
But these days many of these keynote speakers have a humorous approach
towards health topics as depressed patients feel much light headed and
happy after attending a gleeful discourse. Comedy is indeed a remedy
especially when stress is the new epidemic ailment of our era. After all
it is rightly said "Laughter is the best medicine". These futurist
orators believe in spreading their knowledge by verbally communicating
with the crowd, as oral communication has a great way to reach the
masses. Their approaches may differ but the cause is the all the same -
Universal health care.
Healthcare speakers therefore contribute
immensely to the social welfare. They are best known for conveying
discourses on a wide-ranging assortment of health matters such as health
insurance, diseases, drug rehabilitation, physical fitness and other
health areas. They usually render the speeches at special events,
seminars and conferences. Most of them work hand in hand alongside of
various medical bodies or health organizations.A few of them also work
as individuals. If you're looking out for reliable healthcare speakers,
you can easily avail one.
These days you can easily avail a
speaker online. Now-a-days, a lot of experts as well as aspiring orators
have their personal websites from where you can choose to browse
through their services and various other therapeutic techniques. You may
even choose to read informational blogs and discussion forums for
further understanding of the significance of reflective listening.
Ensure that you select the best amongst all to ensure satisfactory
services. In order to compare services, you can browse through a list of
websites. You can also choose to read patient reviews after attending a
certain speaker's seminar in order to make an affirmative choice. Some
websites offer online registration forms to enroll in a specific health
care session. You can even contact the respective speaker personally if
you have further queries.
Is There A Comedy Gene?
By Shlomo Yermoyahu
Is a sense of humor rooted in our genes? Does it come from our
environment? No one seems to know the answer. I propose an experiment to
answer the question once and for all: Identical twins separated at
birth.
People with a reputation for making others laugh almost
always have strong comedy influences, most often a household family
member---usually a funny parent or sibling. But is biology the driving
force? There may be a comedy gene, but proving it requires experiments
establishing cause and effect relationships. Will our chosen experiment
help us untangle this nature vs. nurture question?
We are
apparently the only animal that laughs so it seems reasonable to think
that this capacity would be reflected in the human genome. But where?
And how does it work? Does it function independently or is it coupled
with other tendencies? For example, if your comedy gene is in its
recessive form and therefore switched off (in other words, you're not
funny), might this work in tandem with another gene giving you, say, an
intense and insuppressible urge to study and practice mortuary science?
Even
if we can localize the gene in question--assuming it exists at
all--what problems or dangers might be in store for us if we choose to
play God and fiddle with this forbidden knowledge? Would genetic
counseling then be necessary to avoid the sad fate of those afflicted
with two parents, both carriers of the recessive form of the gene? Would
in vitro fertilization be used to counter this or for parents who
insist on a funny child? Or should we go a step further by uniting
comedy-gene dominant individuals for reproductive purposes in a belief
that humor should be nurtured, encouraged and even created in order to
make the world a better place?
Before we trouble ourselves with
these derivative problems, we must first clarify and unearth the true
source of comedy. And here identical twins may help us. One twin would
be placed with a funny family. The other with an unfunny family. Then,
watch what happens.
With an eye toward creating unfunnyness, the
simplest approach would involve placing one child with two parents, each
trained as an actuary--someone working with the statistics of the
insurance business. The likelihood of any kind of mirth in such a
household would be very small indeed. Oh, perhaps the occasional
snicker, just to be polite, but not much chance of sustained merriment.
Surely, genetic influences would be operating in and through such a
couple.
But wait. Not so fast. Using simple common sense may help
us see that actuarial parents could be very good soil indeed for the
growth of comedy--could in fact produce a comedian. Such is the
perversity of human nature where pleasure in the inappropriate and in
incongruity in general may well be at the root of what we think of as
funny.
The alternative situation may point to a fundamental
problem with our experimental design. A twin raised by a funny family,
maybe two stand-up comedians, could result in a teenage rebellion that
commonly vectors toward its opposite--in this case a pronounced sense of
maturity and sobriety that brooks no nonsense. Or, the household with
no one normal to model the straightness and ordinariness of the real
world, could result in people (including the twin) too hip to laugh,
trying only to outdo one another in increasingly crazy and far out ways
that the rest of us can no longer understand.
Perhaps more
fundamentally, what do we mean when we say something is funny? How can
we recognize it in a measurable and scientifically reliable way?
People
who study and teach comedy would seem to be of little help here. They
are almost invariably not funny, except unintentionally. One common
piece of advice given to those who aspire to make others laugh is this:
Don't take yourself so seriously. Don't take life so seriously. But this
is bad advice. Comedians do take themselves seriously, they do take
life seriously, (that's why they're so funny!), responding with the
development of strong attitudes channeling their frustration with the
world and its BS in ways more constructive than say, overeating or
gambling or violent crimes. The lesson: Serious is funny. Funny, not so
funny (or at least not as funny).
Besides, a race of funny men and
women could render the world unmotivated, undisciplined and, in the
wrong hands, easier to control and subdue. Or compare this with a race
of the unfunny. One group can't get much work done; the other has no fun
doing it. Two tragedies. And who would win in a war between the funny
and the unfunny? In a war such as this there can be no winners. Instead,
this may be an illustration of the consequences of tampering with the
serious and the silly within society at large and within ourselves.
Must
we remain forever ignorant and confused about such matters? Will the
question of the origins of comedy remain forever up in the air,
mysteriously elusive? Perhaps ignorance truly is bliss here.
Tips and Tricks That Can Make You Successful in Standup Comedy
By Simon Kate
In comedy scripts matter a lot and you should always have some fresh content. To work on this it's a good habit to carry a notebook with you when you are on the move. Observe things or conversations that happen around you that could be given a comic twist. Actually everything in life has some sort of humor in it. You have to just perceive it by keeping your senses open. Moreover you should try to write jokes on a daily basis because you need a lot of content when you do stand up.
Sometime back a reporter asked a very famous standup artist, "how to be a comedian?" He answered it in line by saying comedy is ninety percent expression. You may have caught my message. Yes comedy is all about expressions. You may have also observed it many times that the same joke performed by two different persons can create different responses. It could be a matter a crazy laughter in one case but can fell flat with other one. It all depends upon how you present your jokes to your audience. To work on this regard it essential that you practice your sessions daily in front of the mirror. Observe your expressions and work on your speech too. Additionally you can also perform it in front your friends or family to observe the kind of response that it could generate. You can also work on your speech such that the memorized material appears spontaneous not as something from a parrots mouth. Many times you need to perceive the crowd too and deliver your gig accordingly. Your daily practice would help you in such situations.
Why I Became a Writer Instead of a Nun
By Mary Norton-Miller
I liked the taste of communion wafers pressed against the roof of my mouth. But nun cake was a big disappointment.
Once
a week, Catholic kids were bussed to church school to attend first
communion classes. Our teacher was a genuine nun, complete with a full
habit and head piece. I was in awe. She had two names (like most of my
cousins and me), except one of hers was a boy's name--Sister Agnes
Michael.
The first day of class she let us know what kind of miscreants she assumed we were.
"Keep your hands on top of your desks, so you aren't tempted to reach inside and steal anything," she ordered.
I
never stole anything in my life (except for Snappy and a few carrots)
and blushed red with humiliation at being treated like a criminal. I'm
one of those people who, if someone thinks I'm guilty, immediately feels
guilty. This is followed by looking guilty, which is how I appeared as
Sister Agnes Michael eyeballed me while warning us about stealing.
During
our first lesson, she stated that God had no beginning and has no end.
What the heck? I could sort of see how something might not have an end,
but no beginning? I waved my hand, questioned her statement, questioned
her answer because it didn't explain anything, and found myself sitting
on a chair in the corner.
Memo to self: God's holy servants do not appreciate being questioned.
The following week, I found out about original sin and black hearts.
"Every time you commit a sin, a black spot appears on your heart," revealed Sister.
I
pictured the spots as filling in around the outside first, then working
their way to the center, as opposed to popping up willy-nilly. My chest
weighed heavy as I imagined its tainted contents; a large version of
the chocolate-covered cherries Dad bought, with the diminishing red
cherry-part getting squished by my ever-thickening, chocolate coating of
sin.
"Do mistakes and little fibs make gray spots?" I asked hopefully.
"There are no gray areas in sinning. There is right, and there is wrong. God can see into your heart and knows your sins."
Well,
that wasn't good news. And the way Sister made the announcement, while
her eyes bore holes through my chest, insinuated God squealed to her
about my heart's black-coating. I hunched over to shield my tell-tale
heart.
My worries eased a bit when she revealed confession erases
the black if we are truly repentant. Salvation. I could start over with a
clean heart. And this time I'd keep it solid red with no black speckles
anywhere. I'd never let the devil get me in trouble again. Hmmm, maybe
I'd look good in a nun's habit.
"Except for original sin," continued Sister. "We all carry the burden of original sin."
"Even little babies?" I asked.
She fixed her holy eyes on me. "Everyone."
That didn't seem fair. Why should I be stuck with a black spot for something Adam and Eve did a million years ago?
During
our third session, Sister Agnes Michael offered us a special surprise
if we memorized some verses for the next class. I was anxious to redeem
myself and ensure a place in heaven, since I was on shaky ground for
questioning God's earthly servant.
Mom listened while I recited
the verses, and corrected any mistakes. I looked forward to my next
first communion class, wondering what my surprise might be. I hoped for
candy or money, but knew it'd probably be something religious. I really
liked Sister's oversized rosary beads with a heavy cross that swung
against her stomach when she walked, and hoped for a knock-off set.
Four
of us stood at the front of our classroom to receive our reward. Sister
served us a big hunk of leftover dried-up cake, cemented into a corner
of a rectangular cake pan. I'm not talking about cake with a crusty
edge. This nun cake was petrified.
Sister slid a small wastebasket
into the coat closet and balanced the cake pan across the top. "It is
impolite to eat in front of the other children. They will become envious
and you will be prideful. Be sure to eat over the basket and pan, so
there are no crumbs on the floor."
We crammed in against the coats
and she shut the door. Faint brown light from a high ceiling bulb
illuminated us in yellow shadows. I chipped off a piece of cake and
searched for a soft spot. Cake crumbs tumbled into the pan below. One
boy shoved a hunk of surprise under sheets of paper in the bottom of the
basket. I quickly did the same, and the other cake eaters followed
suit. We buried the remnants of our reward and knocked on the door to be
let out.
"Thank you, Sister," we mumbled, and returned to our seats.
She removed the trash can from the closet, checked the floor for crumbs, and pulled a long cord to turn off the light.
"What kind of children are you that you'd waste food?" she demanded.
She
found our cake. I sat wondering what possessed her to look under the
trash, and then remembered her direct pipeline to God--who knows all and
sees all. Sort of like the Wizard of Oz. Our class of secular lowlifes
learned about poor starving children in Africa and ungrateful children
in America.
I couldn't wait to tell Mom about my crummy reward.
"Nuns are supposed to be holy and nice," I complained. "Why is she so mean?"
I shot down Mom's first explanation; that maybe the Sister thought the nun cake was good.
Mom
explained, "No one is completely good or bad. The nicest people in the
world aren't perfect. And the worst people in the world often have
something good about them. You have to decide if the good out-weighs the
bad. If it does, then decide whether the bad is something you can live
with."
It was a lot to take in, so I concentrated on the first
part; no one is completely good or bad. Promising news, since being all
good was not in my nature. The chunks of good in me meant I still had a
chance at Heaven, or at least Purgatory. I decided Sister Agnes Michael
was more good than bad because she shaved her head for God (or so I
believed at the time), wore ugly shoes, said a lot of prayers, and
couldn't help it if she was old and crotchety
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