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You are your own secret weapon.

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You are your own secret weapon.

Your friends and coworkers understand what you are doing when you describe life. They understand that you are very careful in your description of details.  They understand that you are sharing so others can profit from your experience.

And then there are The Interpreters. The interpreter may think that your attention to detail reveals that you are either complaining or bragging.

Complaining is an indirect way of asking for help. So is bragging. The Interpreter must interpret when confused by honesty. Indirectness and a lack of self-awareness are the tools of The Interpreter.

Sharing on the other hand, contributes to the good of all.

When the Interpreter asks how you are doing, say GREAT. To do otherwise would impede growth for all concerned.

“Daniel in the Lion’s Den” is a great metaphor for the Detailer who is surrounded by Interpreters.

It is possible to be surrounded by a single Interpreter. Be still; it will soon be over.

This remark is mildly sarcastic. Sarcasm attempts to bridge the gap between complaining and sharing.

You are your own secret weapon. Your gift will grow when shared.

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THE TOLL ROAD TO HEAVEN

 

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THE TOLL ROAD TO HEAVEN

 

The Cloud is just another word for Internet.

Wha…?

Yep. Everybody knows but nobody cares. After all we’ve already been through this with our smarty – pants phones.

The Internet is being repackaged as The Cloud   and offered as security against ever losing one’s place. Yep, repackaged and given away.

Its free you are told as you buy the package that goes with your new HP Laptop. “Dang it Honey, they included The Cloud. and its free. Whaddaya think. We can store our documents on the Cloud. We’ll never run out of space.”

So Dang-it-Honey and Honey buy Windows 10. And they get Free CLOUD.

Noooo.

They’ve had Free Cloud  for thirty years but that was when it was called The Internet. Now they have  limited free use of The Internet (now called The Cloud) until they have to start paying rent (on The Cloud).

Next:

Free email?

Always had Free Email but what about The Path to our Free Email?

The Path to our Free Email has always been Invisible.

The Path has always been Free.

Microsoft wants to turn that Pathway into a Toll Road. The User will stop at The Gate, pay a fee and proceed to their Free Email.

By that time we will all be getting used to paying Cloud Rent and Gateway Tolls; we won’t even notice when the Email Folks reveal hidden charges.

But noooo Microsoft can’t charge a Toll; Microsoft owns Outlook. That’s email. That’s unethical

Wrong. They don’t own Outlook. And unethical? What’s that?

Microsoft sold Outlook in order to make jillions of dishonest bucks with The Gate. To reach your Free Email you will travel on a Toll road. You will stop at the Gate and you will pay to pass.

Free Print Shop? Same deal: The Toll Road – The Gate – The Print Shop (The Print Shop is free… for a while)

Are you starting to worry? Don’t do that…I made this up. This is what Ms. Huff and Puff (now AOL) calls Responsibly – Creative Journalism.

I want it to be as a quail.

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As an art dealer I am often asked for my expertise in determining the value of a work of art or antique passed on to them by Aunt Minnie or Grandpa Frank; the interrogator of the moment appears to hope that by meeting me that they have stumbled into their own Road Show host who is about to make them rich for a month or two.

Of course a competent appraiser is competent not because of on-the-spot knowledge but by competency as a researcher. To carry that much stuff around in ones’s head, even as a specialist in one small area would drive most people mad. Add to that the fact that such knowledge is amended every second of every hour and we have light-years of information to edit.

And that’s how it is with life in general for all of us. In our professional lives we learn how to research and maybe we pick up a few tidbits of stable factoids which help to enhance our aura of concern in our supposed area of expertise. And in our personal lives we solve the most difficult research problems by adopting the views of whatever groups seem to influence us the most.

And on it goes.

If I return for another crack at life I want it to be as a quail.

No particular reason; I just like and respect quails.

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There’s a quail in this picture somewhere.

 

“How do you know my address?”

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HOW DO YOU KNOW MY ADDRESS

The Casa as it was called was my second home, at the time, known to all who drove past as The Franciscan Renewal Center. Though I was not a particularly religious person, I had friends there, most of whom were friars. I would even meet my wife there, a few years later. I ate most of my meals in the Casa dining room; I even went to early morning Mass, not that I bought The Story that went with the rituals, but the rituals helped me with my own story.

The desire for and the expectations that had given whatever meaning had sustained me in the life I had just left, ebbed slowly away.  Gradually, I was beginning to feel like a fairly normal person; normal in most every way but one.

On a Saturday afternoon as I was writing an order for a new customer-we were standing at a counter in the small showroom up front-the lady said to me “How do you know my address?” Without thinking, I had written her complete address (I remember it still) on the sales ticket. Gratefully, an explanation left my lips as quickly as it arrived in my thoughts, “I’m a neighbor of yours, and I saw you pulling into your driveway one afternoon.” This led abruptly into the need for supporting lies but fortunately we were interrupted by one of my employees who needed assistance.

I broke away for a moment and the matter never came up again. After she left, I removed myself from the store and went for a walk around the shopping center, thinking about what had just happened. I was not that woman’s neighbor. Never had I driven on any of those streets in the El Rancho sub-division on McCormick Ranch in the neighborhood that she called home.

That showroom would present many such occasions for the mysterious discovery of similarly, surprising bits of information in the next year or so. It would take a few years before I would begin learning how to assimilate this new part of my life, though I would not have to wait very long for the memories of similar incidents from my childhood.

I rarely notice these days, when such leaps in awareness take place. But combined with my rituals of consciously expressed thoughts of gratitude I have become much more inclined toward affection for the simple surprises of daily living.

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Curiosity

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I get a lot of questions from readers about photography. Today it was about using titles to sell images. We know a lot about selling but not everything. We start with what we know and then seek answers for what we don’t. We experiment. We learn. We apply what we learn.
When conducting an experiment one must focus on the process rather than the result. Experimenting is about forgetting the obvious and seeking the unknown.
Discovering a good title has to do with guarding against  telling  the viewer the results  and encouraging them to make some discoveries on their own?
If instead of telling a story with a picture, I did that by writing a book, would I  tell the reader the ending or would I tease her and coax her to take part in The Process.
When you read a whodunnit, don’t you try to at least guess at what’s coming up in the next paragraph and after a few correct guesses don’t you guess at whether the killer was the butler or the victim’s childhood sweetheart?

A title that is a perfect fit will soon be forgotten. Subtlety inspires curiosity. Curiosity produces ideas.

Ideas produce sales.

THE AMAZING SECRET OF LEMMINGS AND EAGLES.

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Can a lemming transform itself into an eagle?

Perhaps; perhaps not.

But know that if the lemming succeeds, others will follow and very soon…

The skies will grow dark with eagles in search of a cliff.

Eventually, there will be no available nesting space and eagle war will decide who lives and where.

The favorite food of eagles as everyone knows is the lemming but few remain and the search for food becomes very taxing.

Lemming pelts become much more valuable than lemming flesh.

Hunters learn to scale cliffs and to reach the eagalitarian abodes killing eagle families to get to the lemming pelts upholstering the nests of twigs.

Are you expecting an end to this story? Okay?

THE END.

 

I want it to be as a quail.

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As an art dealer I am often asked for my expertise in determining the value of a work of art or antique passed on to them by Aunt Minnie or Grandpa Frank; the interrogator of the moment appears to hope that by meeting me that they have stumbled into their own Road Show host who is about to make them rich for a month or two.

Of course a competent appraiser is competent not because of on-the-spot knowledge but by competency as a researcher. To carry that much stuff around in ones’s head, even as a specialist in one small area would drive most people mad. Add to that the fact that such knowledge is amended every second of every hour and we have light-years of information to edit.

And that’s how it is with life in general for all of us. In our professional lives we learn how to research and maybe we pick up a few tidbits of stable factoids which help to enhance our aura of concern in our supposed area of expertise. And in our personal lives we solve the most difficult research problems by adopting the views of whatever groups which seem to influence us the most.

And on it goes.

If I return for another crack at life I want it to be as a quail.

No particular reason.

I like and respect quails.

That’s all.