Riley has a bone to pick… and it’s not a bone of contention!
I remember writing long ago that I didn’t mind working like a dog - but don’t treat me like one. That was before dog’s inherited fortunes and were given access to stardom and “The Life of Riley“. Riley was apparently the first dog to master it’s owner and hold secret seminars that taught other dogs life’s big secret: humor them!
Two words that changed the world: humor them! I’ve searched the deepest philosophical conundrums to uncover hidden truths, I’ve climbed the highest religious towers to be struck by epiphanies and I’ve lived through revelatory near death experiences… only to be outsmarted by a dog. Riley had already been there, done that - the poop scoop please. Apparently it’s time to stop and smell the shit*!
Humor them - Tony Robbins is a rabid fan of Rileys. And Tony’s apparently not barking up the wrong tree as he has sniffed out some quantifiable success in this world. And at the bottom of it all, any and all gurus of any and all given success, rely on Riley’s secret: humor them! Everyone wants to be humored - ask any dog.
Special. That’s how Riley makes you feel… special. Everyone want’s to feel special. Special is celebrated - the everyday stuff appears mundane as we wait for that special moment to arrive. And look, someone’s offering us something special - that automatically discounts every other mundane offer. IT’S SPECIAL!
And every bone that doesn’t belong to you is special - just ask Riley, or, for that matter, ask Aesop, Riley’s first convert whom coined the phrase “His bark is worse than his bite”. Aesop then went on to interpret Riley’s barking and the rest is fabled history (credit must also be given to Aesop who one day lamented that “Life’s a bitch” …this not only made Riley supremely happy - but also a supreme being).
Humor them! It’s what best friends do best… and what the rest pay for to feel special (and if you can’t humor them - piss on them!).
Tap their funny bone… if you get on their nerves they’ll humor you. Riley.
Here’s a movie for children - especially those growing up in a computerized world and one suffering the woes of over pollution. Wall-E is a cute little robot left on earth to clean up the mess after the human’s take refuge in space. Wall-E has an immense job ahead, say… a few billion years of clean-up.
The human’s out in space have lost their ability to walk and rely completely on computers, programs and artificial sustenance. But back on earth, Wall-E falls in love with another robot sent to gather samples of indigenous flora… EVE (serendipitously named) finds just that - Life! And the sample, along with Wall-E, find their way back to the mother ship in space. Then it takes a human mutiny against the robotics of the mother ship to get back to earth and straighten things out… and learn to walk again.
Wall-E is almost too far out of touch not to be possible.
Uncle Sam’s Nepotism
0 Comments Published by Pa Bulum July 20th, 2008 in HOT (Heap Of Trouble) Topics, NEWS, FIT.Holy Cow! No wait… that’s just another pompous ass acting every bit the high horse.
How many people remember the Peter Principle? I wonder who Peter is… Uncle Sam’s relative I’m sure!
Work often becomes maddening because of this principle in practice. And it’s practice is widespread, it’s pandemic, it’s epidemic and it’s fraudulently economic. I say fraudulently because it often seems credible, if not downright logical, in certain circumstances to cave in to it’s dysfunctional palliation at times. But time is money. And the offenders are every bit as difficult to remove as a wart - and this wart hogs all your resources. That’s not good business…
The individuals incriminated by the Peter Principle don’t simply represent glass ceilings in a company - they’re stalactites. They’re dangerously positioned to hurt everyone below them in a company. And the longer they remain in position - the more solid a fixture they become.. making them harder to remove. Eventually, the whole business caves in because of their unsupported weight. And the collateral damages caused by their incompetency is grossly underestimated: I figure the losses at 10-100 X their annul pay. Exponentially configured per year of employment.
Do not be taken under-wing by the flightless - Tris.
Do not spill your guts before cannibals - Tris.
Some sounds are sweet - like that of your favorite treat!
I lived in New Mexico for 7-years and fell in love… with hot salsa. Not any salsa - but the one I am destined to use as my reference point for all other salsas: Sadie’s. Sadie’s of New Mexico in Albuquerque is a mexican restaurant whose salsa is par excellence defined. My first impressions were that the salsa was too hot, but the endorphin rush coupled with the fantastic flavor (did I mention the beer?) were irresistible. I was hooked…
At first I ate it little by little, dipping the fresh tortilla chips cautiously so as not to singe my palate. By the end of my tenure in New Mexico I was gulping it down, searching out concave chips in an effort to load them with the ambrosial heat of jalapeno heaven. I learned about the Scoville scale (heat index) and searched out the vaunted and dreaded Habanero pepper and ate them whole - just to feel the palpable swish of endorphins storm through my brain with sonic aplomb. It was exhilarating… it was expeditious… it was excruciating… higher, Higher, HIGHER!
Fortunately, I’ve never suffered on the other end. Hot peppers were all bark… no butt-biting. But then, I’ve never expected good things to bite me in the ass… still! Anyway, my sister in law brought some of Sadie’s salsa to us (ME) last week. Thank you. And thank you, thank you, thank you, to my father in law for his generosity and perspicacity - without him, this sentimental rush of endorphins would not have been possible.
There is a common denominator shared by all humans - oneness.
Common denominators bond people together, like bad weather, illnesses and enemies. Teams that thrive on the concept are generally successful. Groups that fail to bond as such generally do not share success or failure together, instead, they blame the other members, separating an already divided gathering of individuals. Misery loves company.
Never was it better said than such: “That which you have done unto the least of these, so too have you done unto me”.
Life is not difficult - unless it’s divisive.
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