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We’ve all been there. Waiting at the car dealership, waiting at the dentist, waiting on the soccer field for the kids to finish practice. So much business yet to be done before you can call it a day, and yet it appears unseemly to break out all the necessary equipment from your black bag – laptop, cell phones, camera (just in case young soccer star suddenly scores a goal). And it always happens that when you do break out all your techno-paraphernalia because you expect a good hour wait at the dealership, a mechanic comes out to announce that you actually need a part that will have to be ordered in. Time to pack up all your scattered belongings again.
Now imagine the same scenarios, but this time you have a phone that not only allows you to make calls, send texts, use the internet, but is also equipped with a full QWERTY keyboard, a 2MP camera with VGA camcorder, a music and video player and Multi-Media messaging (picture & video).
The qwerty flip SANYO Incognito™ SCP6760 has all of that and is Stereo Bluetooth® Capable & GPS Enabled. The price is very reasonable ($129.99) and pairs perfectly with the Boost Mobiles $50 Monthly Unlimited plan which offers unlimited talk, text & web with no contract.
All the technology you need is literally, in the palm of your hand. Sweet!
There’s nothing like the ease and freedom of being able to go anywhere, knowing you have access to all the tools you need for work or play as close as your pocket. No need to waste any more precious minutes out of your day. Once they’re gone, they’re gone. With the right kind of smart technology, you can get the most productivity and pleasure out of every day.
Okay, this is an easy one — especially since so many of you who read this blog are Okies. Can you identify the person described below?
He was born in Indian Territory, later known as Oklahoma, in 1879. Like most entertainers at the turn-of-the-century, he got his start in vaudeville telling jokes and doing rope tricks. He made fun of the rich in a newspaper column and starred in early movies. He died with famous aviator Wiley Post when their plane crashed in Alaska in 1935.
There is no prize for getting the answer right, other than the satisfaction of knowing that you are “Soooooo” smart.
Use the comment section below to share your answer.
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area we call…web hosting.”
Okay, so web hosting isn’t exactly The Twilight Zone. Nevertheless, it is just as mysterious a realm to many of those who have a real need to investigate and understand it.
I do believe that I have made nearly every mistake a blogger can make. Some blogging mistakes are relatively small – you simply acknowledge them and move on. Others, take quite awhile to overcome.
One of my first and biggest mistakes was made right out of the box. I could not comprehend why anyone would pay for web hosting when there were a number of reputable and reliable companies that do it for “free” – Blogger, WordPress, etc. My mistake was in looking at this topic in terms of “cost” rather than “opportunity costs”.
The decision you make about web hosting, and even more critically about ecommerce hosting, will have a tremendous effect on your search engine traffic, online reputation, revenue potential, and the amount of enjoyment you get out something into which you are investing serious time and mental energy.
I strongly advise you to avoid the mistake that I made. Get started right with your own domain name and web hosting arrangements. You may choose to avoid this decision because you find the whole topic confusing – a kind of Twilight Zone. But I encourage you to invest a few hours reading some online articles on web hosting, talk with bloggers you respect, and make a thoughtful decision.
Time for another discussion question. ”
“If you could wave a magic wand and stop any one thing, what would you stop? Why?”
Do you think that framing the question as what you you stop rather than what would you “want” or “ask for” results in a qualitatively different response? Do you think your response is less self-centered and more outwardly focused?
Does this question have practical implications for the way we live our life? Would asking different questions result in a different focus for our life? A different worldview?
Share your answers in the comments below.
by Margaret E. Sangster
It isn’t the thing you do, dear;
It’s the thing you leave undone,
That gives you a bit of heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother’s way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
Which you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.
Those little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find
They come in night and silence
Each chill, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it’s not the thing you do, dear,
It’s the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.
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(An excerpt from a letter of Benjamin Franklin to Madame Brillon, written in 1779.)
I am charmed with your description of Paradise, and with your plan of living there; and I approve much of your conclusion, that, in the meantime, we should draw all the good we can from this world. In my opinion we might all draw more good from it than we do, and suffer less evil, if we would take care not to give too much for whistles. For to me it seems that most of the unhappy people we meet with are become so by neglect of that caution.
You ask what I mean? You love stories, and will excuse my telling one of myself.
When I was a child of seven years old, my friends, on a holiday, filled my pocket with coppers. I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children; and being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another boy, I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers, and sisters, and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.
This, however, was afterwards of use to me, the impression continuing on my mind; so that often, when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing, I said to myself, Don’t give too much for the whistle; and I saved my money.
As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, who gave too much for the whistle.
When I saw one too ambitious of court favor, sacrificing his time in attendance on levees, his repose, his liberty, his virtue, and perhaps his friends, to attain it, I have said to myself, this man gives too much for his whistle.
When I saw another fond of popularity, constantly employing himself in political bustles, neglecting his own affairs, and ruining them by that neglect, “He pays, indeed,” said I, “too much for his whistle.”
If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth, “Poor man,” said I, “you pay too much for your whistle.”
When I met with a man of pleasure, sacrificing every laudable improvement of the mind, or of his fortune, to mere corporeal sensations, and ruining his health in their pursuit, “Mistaken man,” said I, “you are providing pain for yourself, instead of pleasure; you give too much for your whistle.”
If I see one fond of appearance, or fine clothes, fine houses, fine furniture, fine equipages, all above his fortune, for which he contracts debts, and ends his career in a prison, “Alas!” say I, “he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.”
When I see a beautiful sweet-tempered girl married to an ill-natured brute of a husband, “What a pity,” say I, “that she should pay so much for a whistle!”
In short, I conceive that great part of the miseries of mankind are brought upon them by the false estimates they have made of the value of things, and by their giving too much for their whistles.
Yet I ought to have charity for these unhappy people, when I consider that, with all this wisdom of which I am boasting, there are certain things in the world so tempting, for example, the apples of King John, which happily are not to be bought; for if they were put to sale by auction, I might very easily be led to ruin myself in the purchase, and find that I had once more given too much for the whistle.
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The plant life in the oceans make up about 85 percent of all the greenery on the Earth.
The Dead Sea is nine times saltier than the ocean.
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The Dark Blue Sea
by Lord Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.-
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields
Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth’s destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send’st him, shivering in thy playful spray,
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the armada’s pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters washed them power while they were free,
And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
The stranger, slave or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou,
Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves’ play-
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
Such as creation’s dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty’s form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time
Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime-
The image of eternity-the throne
Of the invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
And I have loved thee, ocean! And my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton’d with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror-’twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane – as I do here.
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You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration.
~ James Allen
Thought is the original source of all wealth, all success, all material gain, all great discoveries and inventions, and of all achievement.
~ Claude M. Bristol
Success is a state of mind. If you want success, start thinking of yourself as a success.
~ Joyce Brothers
A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is your mirror.
~ Ken Keyes
When you believe and think “I can,” you activate your motivation, commitment, confidence, concentration and excitement – all of which relate directly to achievement.
~ Jerry Lynch
Every thought is a seed. If you plant crab apples, don’t count on harvesting golden delicious.
~ Bill Meyer
Change your thoughts and you change your world.
~ Norman Vincent Peale
It’s our attitude in life that determines life’s attitude toward us.”
~ Earl Nightingale
You are the way you are because that’s the way you want to be. If you really wanted to be any different, you would be in the process of changing right now.
~ Fred Smith
The more positive you are when you think and work toward your goals, the faster you achieve them.
~ Brian Tracy
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If you think you are beaten, you are:
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If, you like to win but think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost:
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will:
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed, you are:
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.
~ Anonymous
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Self-trust is the first secret of success.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Self-respect is the fruit of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself.
~ Rabbi Abraham Heschel
Self-confidence is the first requisite to great undertakings.
~ Samuel Johnson
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God cursed the snake, but it finds sustenance everywhere. God cursed the woman, but all men pursue her.
~ Talmud, Yoma, 75
Adams owed more to the American woman than to all the American men he ever heard of, and felt not the smallest call to defend his sex who seemed able to take care of themselves; but from the point of view of sex he flt much curiosity to know how far the woman was right, and, in pursuing this inquiry, he caught the trick of affirming that the woman was the superior. Apart from truth, he owed her at least that compliment.
~ Henry Adams in The Education of Henry Adams
Woman is the chain by which man is attached to the chariot of folly.
~ Bharitihari, in The Sringa Satak
Nothing enchants the soul so much as young women. They alone are the cause of evil and there is no other.
~ Bharitihari, in The Sringa Satak
Suffer women once to arrive at an equality with you, and they will from that moment become your superiors.
~ Marcus Porcius Cato
