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Marketing explained

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’re at a party and see a handsome guy. You get up and to 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. You talk him into going home with your friend.
— That’s a Sales Rep.

Your friend can’t satisfy him so she 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 toward the center and shout at the top of your lungs, “I’m fantastic in bed!”
— That’s Spam.

An Owed To The Swell Checker

I have a spelling checker – It came with my PC
It plane lee marks four my revue Miss steaks aye can knot sea

Eye ran this poem threw it, Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it’s weigh – My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing. It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me awl stiles two reed, And aides me when aye rime.

To rite with care is quite a feet Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can, Sew flaws are knot aloud.

And now bee cause my spelling Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite; Of non eye am a wear.

Each frays comes posed up on my screen Eye trussed to be a joule.
The checker poured over every word To sum spelling rule.

That’s why aye brake in two averse By righting wants too pleas.
Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays Such soft wear for pea seas!

A spell checker poem

Eye halve a spelling checker It came with my pea sea
It plainly marks four my revue Miss steaks eye kin knot sea

Eye strike a key and type a word And weight four it two say
Weather eye is wrong oar write It shows me strait a weigh

As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong

Eye has run this poem threw it I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh My checker tolled me sew

Lessons from a Starfish World

I found a very interesting document over at ChangeThis, Lessons from a Starfish World written by Ori Brafman and Rod Beckstrom.

Summary:
Such seemingly dissimilar groups as the Apache Indians, music swapping programs, Wikipedia, Alcoholics Anonymous and Al Queda have one thing in common: they are all starfish. According to Brafman and Beckstrom, each of these resilient groups succeeds because they are absent any hierarchy (head) and conventional organizations (spiders) best watch their backs.

I like this phrase in their text: Size matters. There is power in being small.

Lesson to learn: small and agile organizations can beat the big guys.

Update April 7, 2008.
I have written a book review at The Starfish and the Spider.

If you want my body – Hanne Boel

It is the title of a song on the CD “Dark Passion” with one of my favourite singers, Hanne Boel from Denmark. Part of the lyrics goes like this: “If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind”. That rings true to me too.

Lyrics

I’m aware of you, see you around sometimes,
Casual talk and neither one ever steps over the line.
But it’s crossed my mind, it’s crossed my mind.
And I might sometimes, except for the fact that,
If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind,
If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind.

Got your high position, and your BMW
You got big money ways and baby that’s cool
But you ain’t playing with a fool
Oh I’ve paid the price, and I’m feeling nice, about myself,
And I don’t think twice, about telling you that,
If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind,
If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind.

Oh, I’m a sensitive girl,
And I love it when it’s feeling right,
And I could take you to paradise
If only just for the night
Youll remember it, you’ll remember it,
But don’t forget, the fact still remains,

If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind,
If you want my body, you got to make love to my mind.

The monk who sold his Ferrari

The monk who sold his Ferrari is written by Robin Sharma. I stumbled upon this book in my favourite online bookstore, got curious and ordered it. Picked it up on Saturday and have finished the book this weekend. I love it!

To enjoy the book I think you need to have a desire to grow, on a mental and spiritual level. A wish to change your life to something better. The book is a mix of wisdom of the East and success principles of the West. You get dejavu feelings now and then when familiar principles and quotes turn up but the great thing about the book is that it is all connected.

The story evolves around a mystical fable from the Sages of Sivana. The fable includes a magnificent garden, a lighthouse, a sumo wrestler, a pink wire cable, a golden stopwatch, fragrant roses and a path of diamonds.

Life and baseball

Baseball does have some similarities to life. In life or baseball you have to do similar things to win.

1. You have to play the game. Philosophizing about it on the sidelines doesn’t accomplish anything.

2. You have to take your foot off first base and risk being thrown out to advance.

3. Swing away! People remember how many times you hit the ball out of the park. They don’t care how many times you struck out.

4. Nobody bats a thousand. It’s a game of percentages.

5. A perfect game is thrown one good pitch at a time. It’s the accumulation of many small things done well that gets you in the hall of fame.

6. When you do connect, touch all of the bases on your way around. You wouldn’t want to miss anything

7. Have some fun. In the end it’s all a game.

(Source unknown but I like the text.)

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