Tag: Communication

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Hi, kids! Great job on learning the logic lesson recently about the “Strawman Argument.” For today’s lesson, we are going to focus on the press and social media. Specifically, what are the five ways nearly everyone responds to a political attack or accusation? This is important, because in today’s culture if you express an opinion […]

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The Near Side of Space

 

“This is really important. I need this at the top of your list.”

The boss-man looks haggard. He’s definitely not been getting enough sleep. And, judging by the look in his eye, he knows exactly how silly of a request he’s making. He’s still gotta make it. He and I aren’t the only ones on this call, and the boss-man has boss-men of his own to appease. That’s life.

You Are My Teachers

 

On a whim, I checked the number of posts I’ve made: 736! I’ve also made 16,236 comments. But the number that moves me the most is the number of posts promoted to the Main Feed: 400.

That last number suggests that I reflect on its significance. It means that I wrote many posts that many of you decided deserved extra attention. (Yes, it also means you might really like me! At least you might like my writing enough to read my post!)

For the Love of God!

 

I have to write this while it’s fresh in my mind. Where do you stand in this world, in your life? As a property manager, I am responsible for checking on second homes (three and four story luxury beach homes) in a tourist area. My clients are mostly wealthy, very wealthy, and some are average. I love my job. I’m self-employed and I make my own hours. The idea for the job was my husband’s, a landscape designer and manager. I created this job because I have scoliosis and needed to bow out of my 35-40+ hour admin life because sitting and standing for long periods became intolerable. It was a great idea and I love my clients – but not for the reasons you think. While I treat each property as if it were my own, I have come to know very successful people on a different level.

So here we are during the week of the July 4th holiday – roads busy with cyclists, golf carts, beachgoers, and kids everywhere, I get a voicemail from an alarm company that an alarm has lost power. I hop in my car and head to the property. All ok, I unlocked the door and the husband pops out. The alarm failed because there was a breaker issue, my second one today. But the husband, a very successful, wealthy 66 year old man follows me out to my car in his bare feet and keeps talking… Tomorrow is his wife’s birthday, and he winks. He bought her a wine cooler and stocked it, I’ll shoot her a happy birthday text. She told me about his appendix attack and emergency surgery at 2:00 AM last year, but as he walks me to my car, he tells me more, that he’s had multiple strokes in the last year. What??

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Here’s a light but difficult topic for a weekend: What are the rules of looking at people?  Learning when and how to look at people, what a stare or gaze communicates, is one of the unspoken lessons of any culture. I expect the rules vary between cultures as do rules governing distance between speakers, pacing […]

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But How Will You Pay For It?

 

This post stems out of a conversation at the work lunch table. Someone brought up that Brooklyn Bug-Eye’s economic illiteracy. “We’ve chased Amazon away! That’s three billion in tax incentives that we can spend elsewhere!” Not quite how that works. The discussion moved on to banning cow farts and air travel and so forth. I’ll spare you the details, you’ve heard ’em all before. The problem is that by the time you get to how you’re going to pay for such a thing you’ve already lost the argument.

Here, let’s have Rachael Carson tell it.

Group Writing: Understanding Why the Russians Don’t Smile (and We Do)

 

“So, my dear, I am guessing that you are American?”

I was surprised by the question, even though I had seen this serious older woman every morning for over a week behind the pastry counter in the market next to my hotel in St. Petersburg. I responded in my customary overly-effusive manner, and bubbled, “Why yes. How did you know?” “That,” she replied, pointing at my lower face. “Only Americans smile at everything.”

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I’ve never understood binary code. (Don’t worry, this is not a post about binary code, at least I don’t think it will be.) I’ve asked several people over the years how computers work, from the early key cards to the smartphone I’m typing this on. It’s a fascinating feat of technology I’d like to understand. […]

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The Power of Words: ‘I Can’t Get Enough Words!’

 

My older cousin Rosetta was off to college when I was still in knickers. My aunt said she was brilliant, finishing high school and college early. She went on to teach school in New Jersey for thirty years. I only saw her on holidays and a few vacations at her dad’s cottage in Butler, PA.

We recently began to talk by phone after all these years. She still has the same musical voice. Even on a serious topic, she sounds melodic. Her voice is clear and concise, no stutters, sputters or slang, and it’s also a link to the familiar. When I hear it, our deceased relatives pop up in my mind, laughing around a feast of turkey, stuffed cabbage and homemade pumpkin pie, or the sound of cards being shuffled, knocking on the table and the scent of cherry pipe tobacco.

One year she came for a holiday dinner. Her hair was long and blonde, and she wore a dark blue velvet mini-dress. “Hi Uncle Will and Aunt Mary!” she exclaimed. I was dressed in fringed bell bottom jeans, a silly t-shirt and wore a floppy yellow hat with a peace sign to hide my pimply 7th grade face. My Uncle Al practically boxed my ears upon arrival. A devout Catholic, he hollered that the “peace sign” was the cross upside down, a mockery! Those ‘words’ delivered a verbal punch. I quickly yanked my hat off embarrassed, but all I remember thinking was, I want to grow up looking like Rosetta.

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A few weeks ago I posted an essay with the theme of the title above. It was based on an incident in which I was involved that I thought might have had racial overtones, but more than that, it moved me to ask myself: would we always have racial tensions in this country? The thoughtful comments from […]

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The Power of the Post-it

 

Please ReadI’m not sure I believe this, but it’s scientifically proven, so maybe I just have to accept it. From Harvard Business Review:

Imagine that you really need to convince someone to do something, such as following through on a task. You might be surprised to learn that one of the best ways to get someone to comply with your request is through a tiny nuance that adds a personal touch—attaching a sticky note.

I hate these. But a recent experiment showed that when respondents were asked to fill out and return a survey, 76 percent of them complied only when the cover letter had a little personalized sticky note attached.

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Have you ever encountered soap that doesn’t produce a lather?  It works. Hands that smelled like wet dog before had no scent after rinsing. But I couldn’t tell from the look or the feel that the soap was covering my entire hands and doing its job. Without the lather to show me the work in […]

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