Friday, April 20, 2012
OnlineMarketing: On the education of adults, being candid thoughts ...
OnlineMarketing: On the education of adults, being candid thoughts ...: by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. In “Vanity Fair”, the inimitable and always intelligent classic novel written by English aut...
On the education of adults, being candid thoughts about the most mulish, obstinate, and uncooperative student on earth — you!
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author’s program note. In “Vanity Fair”, the inimitable and always intelligent classic novel written by English author William Makepeace Thackery in 1847- 1848, there is a telling vignette, one of those gems that distinguishes the master of human insight and prose from any pedestrian practitioner of the writer’s craft.
This one is of the “do as I say, not as I do” variety that makes clear how too many adults approach the business of education when they are out of the classroom and they have children of their own. They extol it to the skies… without any attempt to do the necessary for themselves. Thus, this notable scene…
Captain Rawdon Crawley, once the most dashing officer in His Majesty’s forces is by now worn down into the hapless lapdog of his aptly named lady Becky Sharp. Captain Rawdon one day tells his young son and heir young Rawdon to keep to his Latin and master it. “Nothing like it,” Crawley pere tells Crawley fils. “Keep it up, m’lad, keep it up”. But young Rawdon is already wise to the ways of adults, who say a thing but do not themselves do that thing… and so the problem of the fathers becomes the problem of the sons; world without end forever and ever. And that is problem indeed.
To see what I can do to help solve this immemorial problem, as old as Eden, I have called upon the wild tempi and leaping, pulsating sounds of Frantz Liszt (1811-1886), particularly the four waltzes that comprise “The Mephisto Waltzes” written in stages between 1859-1885. The music is enthralling and motivating, the title is inspired… for Mephistopheles (“Mephisto”) is an archetypal German folk character, some say a demon noted for his unflagging energy, limitless imagination and the games he plays with humans when he is bent on mayhem. Go now to any search engine and select the version you like of this dazzling brilliance. I prefer the one by Vladimir Horowitz. (1903-1989).
To play these games, improve his abilities and always to perfect himself, is his true goal. And he is indefatigable in pursuit of this perfection. Thus, Mephistopheles is always at work learning, gathering useful information, applying it, making it work for him… whether for mere mischief or greater ill. He turns ignorance into knowledge… knowledge into action… action into control… and control into mastery. And he never stops… for as long as there is a single thing he does not know, use, and control, he cannot rest… he must know… to grow… and so he does, one millennium after another.
What chance have we mere humans against such a one as this never sleeping Mephisto?
Just this. Mephistopheles works alone… and is condemned to be all alone for eternity. But we humans, imperfect though each of us is, with a life length that is trivial compared to his yet can learn more, combat Mephisto, and gain victory…. IF… (and this is the biggest if ever) we will continue our own learning and share what we learn with each other, for each over. Thus will we puny mortals be more than enough for the greatest of demons who knows that we together, with every flaw known, are greater than he is though he brings centuries of erudition and connivance to this great matter.
But Mephisto, too, knows another thing of import… that we humans are easy to seduce from the ways which improve our lives and extend our dominion… for we are too often distinguished not by what we do… but what we have left undone. For we are lazy, slothful, procrastinating, easy to distract from what must be done… focusing on the insignificant and useless…whilst all around us tasks which must be done go undone… for lack of initiative, focus, care and efficient system.
And so Mephistopheles turns the immensity of human flaws into the engine that enables him to compete against our multitudes and thus thwart us, block us, and keep us from our great works and inspirations.
What must be done to gain the victory for humanity and not the imp of chaos and evil?
Simply this. We must master two vital tasks which we have so far conspicuously failed to do: educate ourselves, then use what we have learned to work together to achieve our objectives and rout Mephisto.
Thus, we must embrace the goal of learning, not just of studying a subject in school, but embracing it far beyond the classroom, right up to our very last day on Earth.
We must stop talking about the importance of learning but instead do it daily. Sadly, all too many people consider their education finished when they graduate …this is the view Mephisto wishes us to adopt, for such an opinion turns every such believer into guaranteed obsolescence and superfluity. Remember, you are what you know… so Mephisto is delighted that what you know is outmoded and often just plain wrong. Thus…
Mephisto wants you to talk about the value of education to young people but do nothing but talk about it. This is part of his grand scheme for the extent to which such young people see you as a hypocrite, saying one thing, doing quite another, is to his benefit.
Mephisto wants you to bungle, mangle, twist, torture and blunder through your language, the more mistakes you make the better. You see, words (as no one knows better than he) are power. The more words you know, the more words you use, the more power you have. As a result, Mephisto wishes you to see words as the enemy and therefore to regard them as unbearable impositions, burdens, oppressions… rather than the empowering tools they most assuredly are — a truth Mephisto will do everything in his considerable power to ensure you never learn and profit from.
Thus, he exults in every linguistic error you make, for such mistakes, whether picayune or significant diminish you as a human. When the means of improving your language uses are at hand but are unused by you, what’s a youngster to think — and do? And so your characteristic language misuses are passed to the next generation which assumes your many such errors are acceptable. After all, since you engage in them regularly, without doing anything to improve, why shouldn’t they? Score another bull’s eye for — Mephisto.
Thus doth Mephisto fly over his wide domain, where he grins triumphantly when he hears adults making pronunciation error after pronunciation error…. each of which could so easily be corrected… and would be except for the fact those making such errors make no effort to improve. Why should they? Aren’t they good enough imperfect as they are? Why should any attempt to improve be made.? Saying they should improve should surely be enough. So does shrewd Mephisto ensure that humans place themselves in fetters and accept their diminution.
Texting, the demise of our majestic language and all it has enabled us to achieve.
Not too long ago Mephisto took counsel with himself — and thrilled. For he put all his erudition to work creating a device that would ensure his power forever. It was to be a device what would seduce the world, particularly the young people designated to carry on the necessary work of humanity. Mephisto offered them a machine that would give them instant access to each other… but eviscerate, diminish and destroy the ability to provide maximum understanding. Communication would be instantaneous but at the cost of meaning. Thus the young people you see texting constitute the biggest success in history for Mephisto. And, as he immediately points out, we have done this of our own free will.
No wonder Mephisto’s grin is expansive… as he leans back enjoying the mayhem which is his life’s work… and which has grown with the unwitting support of his luckless victims…. us.
Monday, March 26, 2012
OnlineMarketing: Flowers assuage ‘all sorts of misfortune’. A maste...
OnlineMarketing: Flowers assuage ‘all sorts of misfortune’. A maste...: by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. In the 17th century, in France, ambitious men strove to become the masters of their crafts. T...
Flowers assuage ‘all sorts of misfortune’. A masterpiece by Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer found, restored, enjoyed in The Lant Collection.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author’s program note. In the 17th century, in France, ambitious men strove to become the masters of their crafts. They didn’t look for short-cuts; abominated slothful, slipshod ways, and always, always aimed not merely to excel, but to astonish not only their colleagues and their patrons… but most of all themselves, their most discerning critic, the one who knew everything and from whom there could be no secrets or matters undisclosed.
For the incidental music to this article on French master Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer, painter of flowers, I have selected music by Francois Couperin (1668-1733), master composer. Go to any search engine and find one of the many renditions of his gem “Les Baricades Misterieuses.” Turn it on, turn it up, for you are in the company of deft mastery, of craftsmanship, of genius.
Sotheby’s, London, Lot 251, December 8, 2011.
This is what the catalog said:
“Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer (Lille 1636-London 1699)
A still life of lilies, honeysuckle and other flowers in a vase on a ledge.
Signed lower right JBaptiste. oil on canvas 17 7/8″ by 22 3/8 in.”
This write-up was accompanied by a photograph, a photograph disclosing without mercy the pitiable condition of what had once been a work of grace, beauty, and allure, but which now was anything but. My heart went out to this picture, its painter, its present state of distress and the thought that here I might be able to make a difference, to make a once proud and beautiful object proud and beautiful again.
About Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer.
Monnoyer started his career providing designs for both the Gobelins and Beauvais tapestry workshops, the acme of such works. There his fruit and flower designs were judged to be excellent. Such was his skill and artistry that he was taken up by Charles Le Brun and so came to work at the Chateau de Marly, the hideaway King Louis XIV sought when the pomp and protocol which he created and insisted be used at Versailles became too overwhelming even for a Sun King. Monnoyer, thus, was in the perfect place at the moment of its sumptuous perfection.
In 1690, having been admitted to the Academie Royale de Peinture et de Sculpture, he went to England, where his masterful work crafting over 50 panels for Montague House, Bloomsbury, London created a vogue for the man and his meticulous work produced with botanical accuracy. He did not merely paint flowers, he made them live. It was a skill only the greatest masters possess… and which Monnoyer possessed in such abundance that he was no longer a painter of flowers, no matter how excellent, but The Master of such painters, the doyen who set the standard by which all others would be judged. Such a master did not ask me to scrutinize this work and do what was necessary to rehabilitate it. He commanded me to do so.
A call to Simon Gillespie, Cleveland Street, London.
When I see a thing of beauty which I might want for my collection, I contact Simon Gillespie, for in the art of conserving pictures, he is as masterful as Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer in creating them. And I know whereof I speak, for over the last 25 years Simon has restored over 30 pictures for me, all of which were badly damaged at acquisition but, because of painstaking, meticulous work, came to live again. For a thing of beauty can only be a joy forever if it is expertly, regularly cared for with the skill and dexterity of which Gillespie is past master. I know the man. I know his work. I would not think of commissioning another to save the imperiled pictures I collect and delight in saving.
This is what he told me about this Monnoyer before I acquired it: “This was once a very beautiful picture by a very good artist. It has probably been in a very hot room at the start of its life where it dried rapidly causing a dramatic set of cracks. I think I should go and have a look when it is up on the wall to determine the viability of resurrecting it.” And so it began… he doing his research, me doing mine.
The online Artcyclopedia provided me with excellent but rather daunting information; the works of Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer are found in the Fitzwilliam Museum at the University of Cambridge; the Hermitage Museum in Saint Petersburg; the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York; the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston; and the Royal Collection in London. Moreover, the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles has acquired 13 — yes 13 — of his paintings and with almost unlimited funds could easily outbid me…. outbid, perhaps, but perhaps not outsmart.
And so, with the perceived distress of this masterpiece working in my favor, I acquired it… happy that what it needed we could provide and at once.
What had to be done.
The picture was brought to Simon’s studio where tests were carried out to remove the various layers of dirt, grime, discolored varnish. and small amounts of over paint which had been applied to minimize some of the cracking but also liberally covered original paint unnecessarily.
The cracks were indeed disfiguring and interrupted the fine detail of the brush strokes of the flowers. The canvas had also been enlarged top and bottom incorporating the old edges of the canvas, presumably to fit an old frame or match a series of other paintings. Each of these problems — and several others –had to be solved, not merely finessed. And as you can see from the merest glance above, each and every one of them was solved…
All this having been accomplished, Simon wrote this to me: “The resulting work of art is a very refined piece of painting from a famous artist who knew how to achieve a great painting. I am always proud to see that after years of bad experience a picture can undergo such a good transformation. Looking at the painting now, you would never know that it had taken this recent journey.”
Indeed not, and that is why Simon Gillespie is the master craftsman he is, and why I deem it not merely a practical necessity but an honor to enage him and his talented staff.
Here, in Cambridge, to cheer and remind me.
Now this masterpiece hangs in my inter sanctum, the place where I think, write, and think some more; the place where I am writing you now. It is a special place… a place devoted to making the world a better place… an exacting task in which my two Monnoyers assist. For both fell upon hard times and were rescued… and if two can be rescued, why not three, three hundred, and more?
All it takes is starting with a single step, for as 20th century poet Wallace Stevens wrote after discovering Monnoyer, flowers assuage “all sorts of misfortune”. Thus we must do everything we can to ensure they have the chance to perform their comforting work, suffusing our often difficult lives with brilliant color, light, hope… and the vision and craft of masters like Monnoyer, Couperin, and Gillespie.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Secrets Of A Successful Blog Millionaire Society
Do you know the characteristics of successful blogs? Successful blogs that make a lot of money have a lot of readers so if you want to have success with your blog, focus on getting lots of readers. There are many ways to go about getting readers, but you should know that only about a handful of them work to get you the readers that you desire.
If you didn't already know, you need a blog so that you can propel your business to the next level. I think it's plain to see that having a blog can do a lot for your business growth. In the internet marketing world, there's an old saying that says "the money is in the list", so if you want to earn money with your blog, focus on building a list.
Popular blogs have a readership level in the thousands. It could take some time to build this up from scratch or you can pay for advertising and set up a capture page to get users to subscribe to your blog. I personally feel that the first option of building a list from scratch is better. With this you are using free advertising. For one these people know you and like you and have grown to listen to your advice. If you think that you can't build a successful blog from scratch, then think again.
Internet marketing in general is hard, and building a successful blog is even harder. Popular blogs get a lot of traffic on a daily basis but you shouldn't let this discourage you if you're not getting a lot of traffic yet. You want to build successful blogs so that you can be perceived as an obvious expert in your niche. With credibility behind you, it will be easier for you to sell your products and services.
It doesn't matter what you use to monetize your blog - you need a lot of subscribers to make it successful. If you have Google AdSense on your blog, you should know that you will get a lot of clicks, but to repeatedly see the numbers rise in your favor, you need a following of people who will visit your blog on a daily basis. This is something that successful blogs have.
I mentioned above that successful blogs have a lot of traffic to their blog. This is important because without a lot of traffic you're dead in the water. You need a lot of traffic if you want to survive in the internet marketing world - that's just marketing 101. There are a ton of ways to get traffic, but only a few of them are worth your time. If you're a beginner, you should stick with the free ways to get traffic since you probably won't have a lot of money for advertising.
One of the best kinds of free advertising is video marketing. All you do is create 3-5 minute long videos and submit them to the top video sites. Sites such as YouTube, Metacafe, and Google Video are all popular sites and get a lot of traffic to them on a daily basis. You can stand to benefit from the traffic that these sites can deliver to you.
Another way to get traffic is with article marketing. Simply write up 300-500 word articles and submit them to the top article directories. Here are a few of my favorites below:
- EzineArticles.com
- ArticleDashboard.com
- ArticlesBase.com
- GoArticles.com
- IdeaMarketers.com
All of these sites can deliver a ton of hits to your blog. You will want to write on topics that are related to your blog so that you can get targeted visitors. You get search engine traffic when you write for the article directories, and you also get traffic when website owners publish your article on their website.
Another great way to get free traffic is with forum marketing. Sign up to a forum and post helpful messages on the forums. Reserve your advertising message until your signature line as this is the proper place to put your message - so keep this in mind.
Successful blogs have all of these things in common. If you want a blog that is successful, simply follow the tips in this article.
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If you didn't already know, you need a blog so that you can propel your business to the next level. I think it's plain to see that having a blog can do a lot for your business growth. In the internet marketing world, there's an old saying that says "the money is in the list", so if you want to earn money with your blog, focus on building a list.
Popular blogs have a readership level in the thousands. It could take some time to build this up from scratch or you can pay for advertising and set up a capture page to get users to subscribe to your blog. I personally feel that the first option of building a list from scratch is better. With this you are using free advertising. For one these people know you and like you and have grown to listen to your advice. If you think that you can't build a successful blog from scratch, then think again.
Internet marketing in general is hard, and building a successful blog is even harder. Popular blogs get a lot of traffic on a daily basis but you shouldn't let this discourage you if you're not getting a lot of traffic yet. You want to build successful blogs so that you can be perceived as an obvious expert in your niche. With credibility behind you, it will be easier for you to sell your products and services.
It doesn't matter what you use to monetize your blog - you need a lot of subscribers to make it successful. If you have Google AdSense on your blog, you should know that you will get a lot of clicks, but to repeatedly see the numbers rise in your favor, you need a following of people who will visit your blog on a daily basis. This is something that successful blogs have.
I mentioned above that successful blogs have a lot of traffic to their blog. This is important because without a lot of traffic you're dead in the water. You need a lot of traffic if you want to survive in the internet marketing world - that's just marketing 101. There are a ton of ways to get traffic, but only a few of them are worth your time. If you're a beginner, you should stick with the free ways to get traffic since you probably won't have a lot of money for advertising.
One of the best kinds of free advertising is video marketing. All you do is create 3-5 minute long videos and submit them to the top video sites. Sites such as YouTube, Metacafe, and Google Video are all popular sites and get a lot of traffic to them on a daily basis. You can stand to benefit from the traffic that these sites can deliver to you.
Another way to get traffic is with article marketing. Simply write up 300-500 word articles and submit them to the top article directories. Here are a few of my favorites below:
- EzineArticles.com
- ArticleDashboard.com
- ArticlesBase.com
- GoArticles.com
- IdeaMarketers.com
All of these sites can deliver a ton of hits to your blog. You will want to write on topics that are related to your blog so that you can get targeted visitors. You get search engine traffic when you write for the article directories, and you also get traffic when website owners publish your article on their website.
Another great way to get free traffic is with forum marketing. Sign up to a forum and post helpful messages on the forums. Reserve your advertising message until your signature line as this is the proper place to put your message - so keep this in mind.
Successful blogs have all of these things in common. If you want a blog that is successful, simply follow the tips in this article.
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society of millionaires who's only
goal is to teach you every single thing
you must know to build your own 6 or 7
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If you want to make money online,
join the society before it's too late.
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How To Make Money From Passions Millionaire Society
To make money online many people jump right in before they are properly prepared. You know that to be a rocket scientist, a doctor, a brick layer, a construction worker, an office worker, a teacher there are prerequisites, things you must learn, before you can be successful, you don't just jump right in unprepared.
The same applies to the Internet marketing industry even though there are unsavory people out there who'd have you believe it's a "Walk in the Park" and requires no more than the belief that you can just do it.
And I'll have to admit, it is a walk in the park compared to what you have to put up with in the working world punching a clock being a subordinate to someone who does not have your interests in mind, but there are still rules you have to follow and pitfalls you must avoid to actually make Internet marketing work for you.
Most people will not make a dime online and yet there are others who will make more in one month than most people make in a whole year. Why is that?
My answer begins with the age-old chicken or egg question, "what comes first the chicken or the egg"? Personally I vote for, well never mind, each argument you or I make comes back to the same old conclusion - I have no clue and I don't think many of us do either.
But one thing I do have a clue about and know for sure is that to make money online you must first have Passion for the company products and/or service of any Internet business from which you expect to make money.
Passion in this sense simply means that you've researched and like the company and products or services. It is then that you translate that like (or Passion) into the education, excitement and work that usually accompany Passion.
I will have to say that many online entrepreneurs are so good at what they do that they ignore passion because they can sell anything. But I'm concerned about those of you who are not so knowledgeable at working an online business successfully.
Now, I'm not trying to make anyone believe that Passion is the only thing necessary. Because to be successful you must also have a good website, good marketing, widespread advertising, company support, effective keywords, and etc. Those things are often learned from the company you join - but sidestep Passion and you reduce your chances for success dramatically.
It therefore follows that, if you have no Passion for the company and the products and services provided by that company, again, you won't attempt to do the work you are being taught.
Internet marketing work is typically not all that difficult or time consuming but it does take motivation caused by Passion to get you off and running with a sustained effort so that you won't stumble.
You have a great resource in the Internet search engines to search about the Internet Marketing industry for business opportunities, USE IT!
Your research should uncover a company that you like and have confidence in. It should be solid, founded on great principles, and easy to understand with great products and services that are sell-able for which you can have Passion. If you don't find it move on.
You can find the right opportunity containing the attributes identified above.
Comments like, well, that one sounds good and the compensation plan is excellent so I guess I'll start that business - does not sound like a decision based on anything near Passion. And remember when you hear that an Internet "guru" does that, don't be tempted, because as I said earlier they are experienced and can sell just about anything, without being Passionate about the company products and services.
Note: By the way it's your goal to get to the point where you can sell about anything online. That end skill and goal is a worthy one indeed.
Remember, there are other steps you must make before you step into Internet Marketing but if you don't first find the right company products and services to be passionate about, all of those other steps may just cause you a lot of frustration instead of bringing you great success.
Not being Passionate about a company and products and services that has market proof that it will sell is a pitfall you simply must avoid.
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Millionaire Society is a private
society of millionaires who's only
goal is to teach you every single thing
you must know to build your own 6 or 7
figure online business
If you want to make money online,
join the society before it's too late.
The Millionaire Society
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The same applies to the Internet marketing industry even though there are unsavory people out there who'd have you believe it's a "Walk in the Park" and requires no more than the belief that you can just do it.
And I'll have to admit, it is a walk in the park compared to what you have to put up with in the working world punching a clock being a subordinate to someone who does not have your interests in mind, but there are still rules you have to follow and pitfalls you must avoid to actually make Internet marketing work for you.
Most people will not make a dime online and yet there are others who will make more in one month than most people make in a whole year. Why is that?
My answer begins with the age-old chicken or egg question, "what comes first the chicken or the egg"? Personally I vote for, well never mind, each argument you or I make comes back to the same old conclusion - I have no clue and I don't think many of us do either.
But one thing I do have a clue about and know for sure is that to make money online you must first have Passion for the company products and/or service of any Internet business from which you expect to make money.
Passion in this sense simply means that you've researched and like the company and products or services. It is then that you translate that like (or Passion) into the education, excitement and work that usually accompany Passion.
I will have to say that many online entrepreneurs are so good at what they do that they ignore passion because they can sell anything. But I'm concerned about those of you who are not so knowledgeable at working an online business successfully.
Now, I'm not trying to make anyone believe that Passion is the only thing necessary. Because to be successful you must also have a good website, good marketing, widespread advertising, company support, effective keywords, and etc. Those things are often learned from the company you join - but sidestep Passion and you reduce your chances for success dramatically.
It therefore follows that, if you have no Passion for the company and the products and services provided by that company, again, you won't attempt to do the work you are being taught.
Internet marketing work is typically not all that difficult or time consuming but it does take motivation caused by Passion to get you off and running with a sustained effort so that you won't stumble.
You have a great resource in the Internet search engines to search about the Internet Marketing industry for business opportunities, USE IT!
Your research should uncover a company that you like and have confidence in. It should be solid, founded on great principles, and easy to understand with great products and services that are sell-able for which you can have Passion. If you don't find it move on.
You can find the right opportunity containing the attributes identified above.
Comments like, well, that one sounds good and the compensation plan is excellent so I guess I'll start that business - does not sound like a decision based on anything near Passion. And remember when you hear that an Internet "guru" does that, don't be tempted, because as I said earlier they are experienced and can sell just about anything, without being Passionate about the company products and services.
Note: By the way it's your goal to get to the point where you can sell about anything online. That end skill and goal is a worthy one indeed.
Remember, there are other steps you must make before you step into Internet Marketing but if you don't first find the right company products and services to be passionate about, all of those other steps may just cause you a lot of frustration instead of bringing you great success.
Not being Passionate about a company and products and services that has market proof that it will sell is a pitfall you simply must avoid.
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Millionaire Society is a private
society of millionaires who's only
goal is to teach you every single thing
you must know to build your own 6 or 7
figure online business
If you want to make money online,
join the society before it's too late.
The Millionaire Society
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Affiliate Marketing
Affiliate marketing tips for beginners is first to "Start". If you are looking to join affiliate marketing business, following tips are just like a mile stone in this journey.
You control your actions and only have an effect on those people and things connected to you through relations and activities. The rest of the world and life you cannot control, so take some advice from one of my favorite Philosophers Bill Murray - "It Really Doesn't Matter".
You need to start each day with an empty glass and fill it the best you can, do it, start, become all you can be. Sounds like a commercial for the army. In real world business, it will add good value to your efforts.
So here are some tips for beginners in Affiliate Marketing
1. Find a product or company you believe in to promote.
2. Acquire an affiliate link through their affiliate marketing program.
3. Get a domain name and hosting from a company like Go Daddy.
4. Outsource a web/blog site that is controlled by WordPress.
5. Sign up with You Tube.
6. Learn how to do keyword research.
7. Now blast your videos out using You Tube And Traffic Geyser
8. Use Traffic geyser to blast out your blog posts to article sites.
Now before you jump in and spend your money on things you may not need, get some help, mentoring. You need a plan of action, and realistic goals. There are some affiliate networks which offer free video training and seminars. These training videos and seminars are very useful for learning the basic and advance skills in affiliate marketing.
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Millionaire Society is a private
society of millionaires who's only
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you must know to build your own 6 or 7
figure online business
If you want to make money online,
join the society before it's too late.
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You control your actions and only have an effect on those people and things connected to you through relations and activities. The rest of the world and life you cannot control, so take some advice from one of my favorite Philosophers Bill Murray - "It Really Doesn't Matter".
You need to start each day with an empty glass and fill it the best you can, do it, start, become all you can be. Sounds like a commercial for the army. In real world business, it will add good value to your efforts.
So here are some tips for beginners in Affiliate Marketing
1. Find a product or company you believe in to promote.
2. Acquire an affiliate link through their affiliate marketing program.
3. Get a domain name and hosting from a company like Go Daddy.
4. Outsource a web/blog site that is controlled by WordPress.
5. Sign up with You Tube.
6. Learn how to do keyword research.
7. Now blast your videos out using You Tube And Traffic Geyser
8. Use Traffic geyser to blast out your blog posts to article sites.
Now before you jump in and spend your money on things you may not need, get some help, mentoring. You need a plan of action, and realistic goals. There are some affiliate networks which offer free video training and seminars. These training videos and seminars are very useful for learning the basic and advance skills in affiliate marketing.
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Millionaire Society is a private
society of millionaires who's only
goal is to teach you every single thing
you must know to build your own 6 or 7
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Friday, February 3, 2012
onlinemarketing: I accuse you of doing everything you can to sabota...
onlinemarketing: I accuse you of doing everything you can to sabota...: by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. In 1894 Captain Alfred Dreyfus, artillery captain for the General Staff of France, was charged...
I accuse you of doing everything you can to sabotage your online success…. and what you must do — at once — to change that and profit.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author’s program note. In 1894 Captain Alfred Dreyfus, artillery captain for the General Staff of France, was charged with treason and espionage… thereby inaugurating one of the most outrageous and ignoble events in the entire history of France.
It was a story of lies… but not by Dreyfus.
It was the story of evidence made up… evidence tampered with… evidence destroyed… but not by Dreyfus.
It was the story of grave injustice… deliberately done and with malice… but not by Dreyfus.
It was the story of a man attacked, mauled, censored, imprisoned, humiliated, villified because of his religion… but not by Dreyfus.
And above all it is the story of how one man with brilliant, slashing language changed the entire debate… securing at long last freedom, restitution and justice for Dreyfus.
This man was celebrated novelist Emile Zola who took just two words and transformed them into the most powerful weapon on earth… two words that galvanized a nation, securing the attention and support of the good people of France who, because of Zola, were outraged by the terrible and enduring blot on the honor of France… and who joined their voices to his in the service of truth.
J’accuse!
These are the words — I accuse — which by making the outrages clear — began the healing process that saved France from ignominy and redeemed her. Now I intend to use the great model created by Zola and to save you from business ignominy… to redeem you… and enable you to profit online… for you have been doing everything possible to fail… and little or nothing to succeed.
To help you on your way I have selected the soaring 1937 score Max Steiner wrote for the Best Picture of the Year; “The Life of Emile Zola” starring Paul Muni. Such grand music must enable success… so go to any search engine now and play it. We are ready to begin the transforming process that starts with “I accuse…” and ends with “I salute…”, wafted on our way by the grandeur of Steiner’s composition.
I accuse you of not understanding what business is… of understanding that business is now and always will be about two things and two things only: the generation of prospect leads… and following up with each and every one of these leads to make offers and close business.
I accuse you of engaging in endless trivia every day, focusing on anything and everything instead of generating prospects… and calling these prospects, to work with them and begin the development of the business relationships necessary to secure success.
I accuse you of trying to run a business solely by email… trying that is to motivate people to buy without doing the most important thing to profit: picking up the phone, calling prospects, engaging prospects, building relations with prospects.
I accuse you of sloth, laziness, of sitting around and waiting for success, instead of doing what is necessary — everything that’s necessary — to build the business you say you want… but for which there is absolutely no evidence that you have ever done on its behalf any meaningful thing at all.
I accuse you of the sin of inertia… of waiting, waiting, waiting, for, what?, a sign from Heaven, an email from God? I accuse you of not knowing what needs to be done, of not educating yourself so that you know how to do it, and not doing the least thing to secure your success.
I accuse you of spending more time gossiping on the phone with people who cannot make you richer (your best friend, your bowling buddies, the chick you met bar hopping last week) instead of using the phone to do what it does so well… connecting with the people who can buy from you, buy now, and make you money every single day.
I accuse you of trying to build your online business alone, all by yourself, when all the evidence says this is not possible, is absolutely impossible, because there is too much to do…too many things to master… and insufficient time to learn them, then do them. You need a team… and you need it at once.
I accuse you of the sin of talking about success far more than doing the necessary deeds and actions that ensure success. You have become, thereby, a specialist in the endless rhetoric and bombastic language of success, while achieving nothing. It is time, therefore, past time, to cease and censure the flatulent babble and get on with the doing.
I accuse you of not staying at your post every day until you have achieved the financial objective you have set for yourself for this day, focusing, persisting until you have achieved this goal… every penny of this goal.
I accuse you of coddling yourself, of a too prompt tendency to forgive your inadequacies, overlook the negatives, whitewash your poor performances, rationalize your failings, pooh pooh each and every peccadillo, extol too greatly minor triumphs instead of pushing on to make the insignificant significant.
The words used by Zola to end his famous declamation to French president Felix Faure, January 13, 1898:
“I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered too much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.”
I couldn’t say it better myself, so won’t try. Zola’s letter changed the world… my hope is that this changes yours.
** We invite you to post your comments to this article below.
Author’s program note. In 1894 Captain Alfred Dreyfus, artillery captain for the General Staff of France, was charged with treason and espionage… thereby inaugurating one of the most outrageous and ignoble events in the entire history of France.
It was a story of lies… but not by Dreyfus.
It was the story of evidence made up… evidence tampered with… evidence destroyed… but not by Dreyfus.
It was the story of grave injustice… deliberately done and with malice… but not by Dreyfus.
It was the story of a man attacked, mauled, censored, imprisoned, humiliated, villified because of his religion… but not by Dreyfus.
And above all it is the story of how one man with brilliant, slashing language changed the entire debate… securing at long last freedom, restitution and justice for Dreyfus.
This man was celebrated novelist Emile Zola who took just two words and transformed them into the most powerful weapon on earth… two words that galvanized a nation, securing the attention and support of the good people of France who, because of Zola, were outraged by the terrible and enduring blot on the honor of France… and who joined their voices to his in the service of truth.
J’accuse!
These are the words — I accuse — which by making the outrages clear — began the healing process that saved France from ignominy and redeemed her. Now I intend to use the great model created by Zola and to save you from business ignominy… to redeem you… and enable you to profit online… for you have been doing everything possible to fail… and little or nothing to succeed.
To help you on your way I have selected the soaring 1937 score Max Steiner wrote for the Best Picture of the Year; “The Life of Emile Zola” starring Paul Muni. Such grand music must enable success… so go to any search engine now and play it. We are ready to begin the transforming process that starts with “I accuse…” and ends with “I salute…”, wafted on our way by the grandeur of Steiner’s composition.
I accuse you of not understanding what business is… of understanding that business is now and always will be about two things and two things only: the generation of prospect leads… and following up with each and every one of these leads to make offers and close business.
I accuse you of engaging in endless trivia every day, focusing on anything and everything instead of generating prospects… and calling these prospects, to work with them and begin the development of the business relationships necessary to secure success.
I accuse you of trying to run a business solely by email… trying that is to motivate people to buy without doing the most important thing to profit: picking up the phone, calling prospects, engaging prospects, building relations with prospects.
I accuse you of sloth, laziness, of sitting around and waiting for success, instead of doing what is necessary — everything that’s necessary — to build the business you say you want… but for which there is absolutely no evidence that you have ever done on its behalf any meaningful thing at all.
I accuse you of the sin of inertia… of waiting, waiting, waiting, for, what?, a sign from Heaven, an email from God? I accuse you of not knowing what needs to be done, of not educating yourself so that you know how to do it, and not doing the least thing to secure your success.
I accuse you of spending more time gossiping on the phone with people who cannot make you richer (your best friend, your bowling buddies, the chick you met bar hopping last week) instead of using the phone to do what it does so well… connecting with the people who can buy from you, buy now, and make you money every single day.
I accuse you of trying to build your online business alone, all by yourself, when all the evidence says this is not possible, is absolutely impossible, because there is too much to do…too many things to master… and insufficient time to learn them, then do them. You need a team… and you need it at once.
I accuse you of the sin of talking about success far more than doing the necessary deeds and actions that ensure success. You have become, thereby, a specialist in the endless rhetoric and bombastic language of success, while achieving nothing. It is time, therefore, past time, to cease and censure the flatulent babble and get on with the doing.
I accuse you of not staying at your post every day until you have achieved the financial objective you have set for yourself for this day, focusing, persisting until you have achieved this goal… every penny of this goal.
I accuse you of coddling yourself, of a too prompt tendency to forgive your inadequacies, overlook the negatives, whitewash your poor performances, rationalize your failings, pooh pooh each and every peccadillo, extol too greatly minor triumphs instead of pushing on to make the insignificant significant.
The words used by Zola to end his famous declamation to French president Felix Faure, January 13, 1898:
“I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered too much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.”
I couldn’t say it better myself, so won’t try. Zola’s letter changed the world… my hope is that this changes yours.
** We invite you to post your comments to this article below.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
onlinemarketing: ‘Without the help and support of the woman I love....
onlinemarketing: ‘Without the help and support of the woman I love....: by Dr. Jeffrey Lant Author’s program note. In 1936 the world was transfixed by a story so big, so engrossing, so incredible that only the...
‘Without the help and support of the woman I love.” Edward VIII and Mrs. Simpson, love and scandal.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author’s program note. In 1936 the world was transfixed by a story so big, so engrossing, so incredible that only the Second Coming could have topped it. It was the story of Edward VIII, King of England, Emperor of India… and a twice- married American lady from Baltimore, Maryland — Mrs. Simpson. It was billed as history’s greatest love affair… but, as this article unfolds… you may very well draw a very different conclusion.
But let’s start by playing the tune I’ve selected to accompany this article…. “Exactly Like You”. Go to any search engine to find this number. It was written in 1930 by Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Fields. I swear by the rendition by Louis Armstrong. You won’t be able to get it out of your head; kind of like the king’s catastrophic obsession with his Wallis… for of all the women in the world who wanted him, he had to have her, the very worst choice imaginable.. to the consternation and disgust of the empire on which the sun never set.
The most important boy in the world.
When your great grandmother is Queen Victoria, ruler of half the world; when your grandfather is King Edward VII, called the Uncle of Europe, because his relations ruled over virtually everything; when your father is King George V and your mother is Queen Mary… your birth, life, and every single breath you take is an event… important, eagerly awaited, commented upon, chronicled. In short, it is life in the grandest fish bowl on Earth; for in return for unimaginable wealth, celestial status, and the adoration and veneration of untold millions… you give up any semblance of a personal life… any semblance of privacy. You belong not to yourself… but to your subjects, the people of England and of all the Dominions beyond the seas…
This was Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David, born in 1894, called David by his family and Your Royal Highness by everyone else. The world envied him… but his life was anything but enviable… his parents saw to that.
George (1865–1936) & Mary (1867-1953).
The argument for monarchy goes like this: in a turbulent, uncertain, unpredictable and therefore alarming world, a sovereign is eternal, stable, stalwart, an institution you can trust to be here tomorrow, because it was here yesterday and the day before that. A sovereign rises above the trivia of today, able to take the long view, high above the fray and the little concerns of little men. Having everything, wanting nothing, monarchs can be trusted with the concerns of the nation they exist to improve, to serve, to uplift and inspire.
This is all very well…. but where do you find such larger than life paragons? Certainly not in the lives of George and Mary, people frightened by their unceasing responsibilities and the constant burden of having to appear just so to a world which evaluated, and minutely too, every move they made, every action, every decision.
Most assuredly neither George nor Mary were such people… and therefore like so many people fearful of making a mistake (and being roundly criticized) they embraced rigid severity… and so sought to cover up their many inadequacies as people by a unceasingly stern and unapproachable demeanor. It looked good on ceremonial occasions… for then they were regal indeed… but life lived this way was tormenting to all concerned… especially for the two young princes Edward and Albert, future Edward VIII and George VI.
They were boys who needed love, tender care, affection… but were ignored by their colder than ice mother for whom a peck on the cheek was excessive… and constantly admonished by their father, a man who became king only because his elder brother died young thereby bequeathing the empire and his expected wife, Mary of Teck, to his younger brother Georgie, a man who rose far above his abilities, a man who knew nothing about human relations and thought that communication was nothing more than the business of barking orders and having them instantly complied with.
In such a world how could the little princes of Windsor emerge as anything other than flawed, wanting… and rebellious.
Prince of change.
All children go through a rebellious stage where “no!” is their favorite word. Do you want this? No! Do you want that? No! How about something else? No, again! But in the fullness of time even the most argumentative three year old comes out of this phase and starts growing up. But David of Windsor never did. Whatever was tried, true, traditional, standard… he wanted nothing to do with, wanted to change it, not slowly and unobtrusively but now in the most jarring and thoughtless of ways. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it… and as Prince of Wales from 1910… he was in a position to get it, especially as he came to understand how much the world loved and admired him.
Wobbly monarchy, high-flying adored prince.
World War I saw the demise of the great imperial dynasties of Europe, the Habsburgs of Austria, the Hohenzollerns of Germany, the Romanovs of Russia… all swept away. The only major dynasty left was in England, and it was headed by the uninspiring, unimaginative, fretful George V who was majesty in nothing but name. The dynasty needed youth… glamor… connection to the restive peoples of the empire. And for this role there was only one man available… David, now Prince of Wales… a man who shed glamor and allure on the Roaring Twenties. His world tours (from 1919) made him a world celebrity… and lonely.
He tried women, he tried booze, he tried drugs… but because he could have everything, nothing made him happy. Nothing that is except the thrills and freedoms of the Great Republic, particularly its greatest city, New York. Only there were there sufficient dissipations and indiscretions. Besides, just stepping foot in America enraged both his parents, and that made these trips delicious.
Then he met Wallis Warfield Simpson, a woman with a sordid past and two living husbands… a past that could outrage every convention and agitate the world he was destined to rule… a world that bored and annoyed him. Wallis offered him what he truly craved: submission for that was her secret… she gave the man everyone kow-towed to the gift of abasement…. the power to get the man to whom all knelt to kneel to her….
She, of course, despised him, but using him as he wanted her to use him would make her a world figure, maybe even Queen-Empress. She was ill-advised on this point, and so overplayed her cards. Instead of a boyish sovereign over whom she could rule, she got after his abdication in 1936 a semblance of a man whom she systematically and publicly humiliated for the rest of his life. He cried… he sobbed… he adored. It was the perfect relationship, exactly what he wanted. And, after all, isn’t that what love is for?
For as Louis Armstrong sings,
“I know why I’ve waited Know why I’ve been blue I’ve been waiting each day For someone exactly like you… You make me feel so grand I wanna give this world to you…”
… and he almost did.
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
Author’s program note. In 1936 the world was transfixed by a story so big, so engrossing, so incredible that only the Second Coming could have topped it. It was the story of Edward VIII, King of England, Emperor of India… and a twice- married American lady from Baltimore, Maryland — Mrs. Simpson. It was billed as history’s greatest love affair… but, as this article unfolds… you may very well draw a very different conclusion.
But let’s start by playing the tune I’ve selected to accompany this article…. “Exactly Like You”. Go to any search engine to find this number. It was written in 1930 by Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Fields. I swear by the rendition by Louis Armstrong. You won’t be able to get it out of your head; kind of like the king’s catastrophic obsession with his Wallis… for of all the women in the world who wanted him, he had to have her, the very worst choice imaginable.. to the consternation and disgust of the empire on which the sun never set.
The most important boy in the world.
When your great grandmother is Queen Victoria, ruler of half the world; when your grandfather is King Edward VII, called the Uncle of Europe, because his relations ruled over virtually everything; when your father is King George V and your mother is Queen Mary… your birth, life, and every single breath you take is an event… important, eagerly awaited, commented upon, chronicled. In short, it is life in the grandest fish bowl on Earth; for in return for unimaginable wealth, celestial status, and the adoration and veneration of untold millions… you give up any semblance of a personal life… any semblance of privacy. You belong not to yourself… but to your subjects, the people of England and of all the Dominions beyond the seas…
This was Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David, born in 1894, called David by his family and Your Royal Highness by everyone else. The world envied him… but his life was anything but enviable… his parents saw to that.
George (1865–1936) & Mary (1867-1953).
The argument for monarchy goes like this: in a turbulent, uncertain, unpredictable and therefore alarming world, a sovereign is eternal, stable, stalwart, an institution you can trust to be here tomorrow, because it was here yesterday and the day before that. A sovereign rises above the trivia of today, able to take the long view, high above the fray and the little concerns of little men. Having everything, wanting nothing, monarchs can be trusted with the concerns of the nation they exist to improve, to serve, to uplift and inspire.
This is all very well…. but where do you find such larger than life paragons? Certainly not in the lives of George and Mary, people frightened by their unceasing responsibilities and the constant burden of having to appear just so to a world which evaluated, and minutely too, every move they made, every action, every decision.
Most assuredly neither George nor Mary were such people… and therefore like so many people fearful of making a mistake (and being roundly criticized) they embraced rigid severity… and so sought to cover up their many inadequacies as people by a unceasingly stern and unapproachable demeanor. It looked good on ceremonial occasions… for then they were regal indeed… but life lived this way was tormenting to all concerned… especially for the two young princes Edward and Albert, future Edward VIII and George VI.
They were boys who needed love, tender care, affection… but were ignored by their colder than ice mother for whom a peck on the cheek was excessive… and constantly admonished by their father, a man who became king only because his elder brother died young thereby bequeathing the empire and his expected wife, Mary of Teck, to his younger brother Georgie, a man who rose far above his abilities, a man who knew nothing about human relations and thought that communication was nothing more than the business of barking orders and having them instantly complied with.
In such a world how could the little princes of Windsor emerge as anything other than flawed, wanting… and rebellious.
Prince of change.
All children go through a rebellious stage where “no!” is their favorite word. Do you want this? No! Do you want that? No! How about something else? No, again! But in the fullness of time even the most argumentative three year old comes out of this phase and starts growing up. But David of Windsor never did. Whatever was tried, true, traditional, standard… he wanted nothing to do with, wanted to change it, not slowly and unobtrusively but now in the most jarring and thoughtless of ways. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it… and as Prince of Wales from 1910… he was in a position to get it, especially as he came to understand how much the world loved and admired him.
Wobbly monarchy, high-flying adored prince.
World War I saw the demise of the great imperial dynasties of Europe, the Habsburgs of Austria, the Hohenzollerns of Germany, the Romanovs of Russia… all swept away. The only major dynasty left was in England, and it was headed by the uninspiring, unimaginative, fretful George V who was majesty in nothing but name. The dynasty needed youth… glamor… connection to the restive peoples of the empire. And for this role there was only one man available… David, now Prince of Wales… a man who shed glamor and allure on the Roaring Twenties. His world tours (from 1919) made him a world celebrity… and lonely.
He tried women, he tried booze, he tried drugs… but because he could have everything, nothing made him happy. Nothing that is except the thrills and freedoms of the Great Republic, particularly its greatest city, New York. Only there were there sufficient dissipations and indiscretions. Besides, just stepping foot in America enraged both his parents, and that made these trips delicious.
Then he met Wallis Warfield Simpson, a woman with a sordid past and two living husbands… a past that could outrage every convention and agitate the world he was destined to rule… a world that bored and annoyed him. Wallis offered him what he truly craved: submission for that was her secret… she gave the man everyone kow-towed to the gift of abasement…. the power to get the man to whom all knelt to kneel to her….
She, of course, despised him, but using him as he wanted her to use him would make her a world figure, maybe even Queen-Empress. She was ill-advised on this point, and so overplayed her cards. Instead of a boyish sovereign over whom she could rule, she got after his abdication in 1936 a semblance of a man whom she systematically and publicly humiliated for the rest of his life. He cried… he sobbed… he adored. It was the perfect relationship, exactly what he wanted. And, after all, isn’t that what love is for?
For as Louis Armstrong sings,
“I know why I’ve waited Know why I’ve been blue I’ve been waiting each day For someone exactly like you… You make me feel so grand I wanna give this world to you…”
… and he almost did.
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
Monday, January 30, 2012
onlinemarketing: The personal ad you’d love to post… but don’t have...
onlinemarketing: The personal ad you’d love to post… but don’t have...: Author’s program note. As far as I can tell, everyone in the world has either run a personal ad (mostly online), is running one at this mo...
The personal ad you’d love to post… but don’t have the guts!
Author’s program note. As far as I can tell, everyone in the world
has either run a personal ad (mostly online), is running one at this
moment… or will run one before you can say “Jack Robinson.” This means
you. The question is not whether you will use personal ads… but whether
they’ll deliver the exact person you are seeking. Sadly, the vast
majority of personal ads cannot deliver the bacon (or the cheese cake or
the beef cake). They just don’t provide enough detail and so are quite
capable of delivering the Wrong Prospects. Witness the personal ad
celebrated by Jimmy Buffet in the tune that made Pina Coladas mandatory
Happy Hour fare as you bar hopped in pursuit of nirvana.
Start by going to any search engine and listen to Buffet’s anthem. It was written by Rupert Holmes and recorded in 1979. It’s official title is “Escape” but hardly anyone knows that except Buffet who became with each insouciant word the recognized master of la dolce far niente… or, since most of you know no Eye-talian, the art of doing absolutely nothing… and doing it with the utmost style and grace, but without ever breaking a sweat.
Buffet’s tune makes it clear why personals as currently structured are silly, pointless, absolutely certain to deliver people you wouldn’t be seen dead with. I mean, who doesn’t like getting caught in the rain (given the right person on your arm)… who doesn’t hate yoga…. and is hardly into health foods… but insists on champagne? Add long walks on a beach, making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, and holding hands at the cinema… and you’ve got the personal ad in all its banal insipidity.
The wonder is not that they don’t work for most people investing hope, time and money in them; the wonder is that they work for anyone at all… but then there are people (one hopes not you) who can be fully described with a few generic phrases. Avoid them like the plague.
Time for rethinking the personal ad.
In the olden days when personals appeared solely in newspapers and a few progressive publications like the alumni magazine for Harvard and such finicky folk as insisted on making known their preference for classical composers, stock brokers, and obscure holiday destinations; in those days one paid by the word and through the nose. Publishers counted on your desperation and longing to fill their coffers. Even the august Times of London cleaned up with such ads, universally called the agony column and always run on Page 1: “Should the fine lady in the blue mantle with yellow sleeves exiting the horse cars at Grosvenor Square Thursday last at 10:59 a.m. desire the acquaintance of a gentleman of means…”, but you get the picture.
When writing such ads, where each word raised the cost, it was necessary to cultivate the virtues of laconic language, short, sweet, clipped. The objective was always to meet the person ardently desired but spend pennies, not pounds. As a result, it was understandable, even excusable when advertisers slashed words; robust clarity at all times was desirable… but unaffordable.
Enter the Internet.
The very first thing I learned about the ‘net was that it’s boundless, inexhaustible, absolutely unlimited. Thus, it can hold, maintain and preserve infinity. The implications of this fact are fathomless, too… not least on the matter of creating personal ads that get you the long-awaited apple of your eye. For now, since we have an infinity of space, there can be absolutely no excuse for writing and posting ads which are at once jejune, inadequate, and platitudinous in the extreme. They don’t work, can never work, and must be abandoned, jettisoned, abjured, forsaken and, in case you miss the point, tossed into the dustbin of history at once.
Now you can write this all-important ad without being hobbled and restricted. You are at last permitted, nay empowered and directed to write what must be written, the ad, the whole ad, and nothing but the ad.
… but this will take careful thought and planning, for it is doubtful ere now that even one personal advertiser has written the magnificent advertisement you are about to write, edit, post, and benefit from for a lifetime. As such the most scrupulous planning is de rigueur and cannot be stinted.
Two people, two parts.
A good personal ad, which is to say an ad that accomplishes the desired objective, must be divided into two parts: half about who you are; half about what you desire in the person you wish to present the key to your (probably much bruised) heart.
Brainstorming, musing, total honesty.
Now, we all know that everyone, absolutely everyone lies in their personal ads. Excess pounds disappear as if by magic; years are thrust in the dresser drawer; educational degrees are now cited from institutions which scorned the pleasure of your company; financial net worth up, all manner of imperfections down; spouses of decades unmentioned, and the eight darling children, too. This is the nature of the beast… until now. Now you have the space to tell everything… and complete details on the extenuating circumstances. Yes, you were flunked out of Alma Mater, but it was most assuredly not your fault… and you insist upon making the full dossier available right here and now. You have the space; honesty is desirable; and your bringing up the subject at all proves what a gem you are.
Thus instead of lying about the pounds you haven’t lost, cite the reasons why. Honestly own up to the fact that your dietary habits are lax; list all your favorite foods… and the rate you consume them. List your last month’s worth of dinner menus… and be scrupulous, entirely above board with everything you consumed, the kind of dishes on which you served the repast, and exactly what you did with the left-overs. You want your soon-to-be beloved to know you, fully, completely and so ardently; for after all, honesty is the bedrock of every meaningful relationship, don’t you agree?
The desired one.
Once you have gathered all the critical intelligence about yourself, proceed at once to Part 2 of your ad, the absolutely crucial verbiage about the person to whom you wish to extend the glorious honor of sharing bed and board. Your complete and total focus is required. Again, brainstorm every desirable point, giving equal attention to what you do not want and cannot abide, and what you must have, a deal killer if not readily available, and in the desired quantity, too.
Starting this list is easy, almost effortless. You either want a smoker… or you don’t. You either can accept pets (even the most exotic)… or you can’t. But make it a point to move beyond these obvious points. Consider such matters as the odor you desire in a mate; how many showers per day; the kind, frequency and intensity of bodily hygiene. Honesty is required, and so honesty there must be. And if the length of your ad grows long and weighty, what of it? What you are doing here impacts the curvature of two lives, so no apology is necessary.
Post at once, reap your reward.
First, you are to be congratulated. You are a pioneer, a model of integrity and rectitude. Now it’s time to reap the inevitable rewards which must come with posting. Mind, it may take a little time to get the single response this ad is meant to generate, for so thorough have you been that there can only be one response… from that extraordinary person daft enough to put up with you…and love you anyway.
*** We invite you to post your comments to this article below.
Start by going to any search engine and listen to Buffet’s anthem. It was written by Rupert Holmes and recorded in 1979. It’s official title is “Escape” but hardly anyone knows that except Buffet who became with each insouciant word the recognized master of la dolce far niente… or, since most of you know no Eye-talian, the art of doing absolutely nothing… and doing it with the utmost style and grace, but without ever breaking a sweat.
Buffet’s tune makes it clear why personals as currently structured are silly, pointless, absolutely certain to deliver people you wouldn’t be seen dead with. I mean, who doesn’t like getting caught in the rain (given the right person on your arm)… who doesn’t hate yoga…. and is hardly into health foods… but insists on champagne? Add long walks on a beach, making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, and holding hands at the cinema… and you’ve got the personal ad in all its banal insipidity.
The wonder is not that they don’t work for most people investing hope, time and money in them; the wonder is that they work for anyone at all… but then there are people (one hopes not you) who can be fully described with a few generic phrases. Avoid them like the plague.
Time for rethinking the personal ad.
In the olden days when personals appeared solely in newspapers and a few progressive publications like the alumni magazine for Harvard and such finicky folk as insisted on making known their preference for classical composers, stock brokers, and obscure holiday destinations; in those days one paid by the word and through the nose. Publishers counted on your desperation and longing to fill their coffers. Even the august Times of London cleaned up with such ads, universally called the agony column and always run on Page 1: “Should the fine lady in the blue mantle with yellow sleeves exiting the horse cars at Grosvenor Square Thursday last at 10:59 a.m. desire the acquaintance of a gentleman of means…”, but you get the picture.
When writing such ads, where each word raised the cost, it was necessary to cultivate the virtues of laconic language, short, sweet, clipped. The objective was always to meet the person ardently desired but spend pennies, not pounds. As a result, it was understandable, even excusable when advertisers slashed words; robust clarity at all times was desirable… but unaffordable.
Enter the Internet.
The very first thing I learned about the ‘net was that it’s boundless, inexhaustible, absolutely unlimited. Thus, it can hold, maintain and preserve infinity. The implications of this fact are fathomless, too… not least on the matter of creating personal ads that get you the long-awaited apple of your eye. For now, since we have an infinity of space, there can be absolutely no excuse for writing and posting ads which are at once jejune, inadequate, and platitudinous in the extreme. They don’t work, can never work, and must be abandoned, jettisoned, abjured, forsaken and, in case you miss the point, tossed into the dustbin of history at once.
Now you can write this all-important ad without being hobbled and restricted. You are at last permitted, nay empowered and directed to write what must be written, the ad, the whole ad, and nothing but the ad.
… but this will take careful thought and planning, for it is doubtful ere now that even one personal advertiser has written the magnificent advertisement you are about to write, edit, post, and benefit from for a lifetime. As such the most scrupulous planning is de rigueur and cannot be stinted.
Two people, two parts.
A good personal ad, which is to say an ad that accomplishes the desired objective, must be divided into two parts: half about who you are; half about what you desire in the person you wish to present the key to your (probably much bruised) heart.
Brainstorming, musing, total honesty.
Now, we all know that everyone, absolutely everyone lies in their personal ads. Excess pounds disappear as if by magic; years are thrust in the dresser drawer; educational degrees are now cited from institutions which scorned the pleasure of your company; financial net worth up, all manner of imperfections down; spouses of decades unmentioned, and the eight darling children, too. This is the nature of the beast… until now. Now you have the space to tell everything… and complete details on the extenuating circumstances. Yes, you were flunked out of Alma Mater, but it was most assuredly not your fault… and you insist upon making the full dossier available right here and now. You have the space; honesty is desirable; and your bringing up the subject at all proves what a gem you are.
Thus instead of lying about the pounds you haven’t lost, cite the reasons why. Honestly own up to the fact that your dietary habits are lax; list all your favorite foods… and the rate you consume them. List your last month’s worth of dinner menus… and be scrupulous, entirely above board with everything you consumed, the kind of dishes on which you served the repast, and exactly what you did with the left-overs. You want your soon-to-be beloved to know you, fully, completely and so ardently; for after all, honesty is the bedrock of every meaningful relationship, don’t you agree?
The desired one.
Once you have gathered all the critical intelligence about yourself, proceed at once to Part 2 of your ad, the absolutely crucial verbiage about the person to whom you wish to extend the glorious honor of sharing bed and board. Your complete and total focus is required. Again, brainstorm every desirable point, giving equal attention to what you do not want and cannot abide, and what you must have, a deal killer if not readily available, and in the desired quantity, too.
Starting this list is easy, almost effortless. You either want a smoker… or you don’t. You either can accept pets (even the most exotic)… or you can’t. But make it a point to move beyond these obvious points. Consider such matters as the odor you desire in a mate; how many showers per day; the kind, frequency and intensity of bodily hygiene. Honesty is required, and so honesty there must be. And if the length of your ad grows long and weighty, what of it? What you are doing here impacts the curvature of two lives, so no apology is necessary.
Post at once, reap your reward.
First, you are to be congratulated. You are a pioneer, a model of integrity and rectitude. Now it’s time to reap the inevitable rewards which must come with posting. Mind, it may take a little time to get the single response this ad is meant to generate, for so thorough have you been that there can only be one response… from that extraordinary person daft enough to put up with you…and love you anyway.
*** We invite you to post your comments to this article below.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
onlinemarketing: They have this dance for the rest of their lives.
onlinemarketing: They have this dance for the rest of their lives.: Author’s program note. Remember your first crush? The heat! The intensity! The euphoric ups and despondent downs? Of course you do… becau...
They have this dance for the rest of their lives.
Author’s program note.
Remember your first crush? The heat! The intensity! The euphoric ups and despondent downs? Of course you do… because while it lasted, we all felt vital! Alive! Complete…. for all that the parents told us, over and over again, that this was nothing but “puppy love” and wouldn’t last. But it did last, didn’t it, in your mind and heart… to the point where you must find this well remembered person and see how they turned out and whether they still remember you, too, and the special song that was your signature and which even today causes reverie and the sharp, bittersweet pangs of remembrance and a bad case of the “what ifs”…
And so, for the fortieth time, you sit down at the keyboard and search the ‘net and its social networks for intelligence… intelligence that will enable you to rediscover your lost love, your youth, and the life you might have had if only… if only…
“Goodnight, sweetheart”.
To put yourself in the mood, go to any search engine and find “Goodnight, sweetheart” written by Calvin Carter and James “Pookie” Hudson in 1953. I recommend the original version by The Spaniels (1954). It was bubble-gum music, a tune that signalled you’d better snuggle up fast and close since your evening and its possibilities were about to end…. Whatever you planned to do needed to be done and done now… You know its lyrics so well… you know just how much time you’ve got left… and you’ve got something important to say and do.
“Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it’s time to go…. I hate to leave you, I really must say, Oh Goodnight, sweet heart, goodnight.”
This is a moment that determines fate… for in this moment the ultimate words of destiny pour out… hot, fast, insistent…. every word of consequence, every word packed with meaning… words of love… desire…. commitment… eternity. You cannot say where these words originate; you didn’t even know they were in you… but they are present now, urgent, eloquent, raw, powerful motivating words delivered in a powerful motivating way.
“Mother oh and your father, Might hear if I stay here too long, One kiss and we’ll part, And I’ll be going You know I hate to go.”
And so, at last, reluctantly, you did part… only to hurry home and call the object of your affections … who might be someone entirely different …thereby continuing the night, its emotions, its possibilities.
It was all a game, an enticing, exhilarating marvel… and you loved every difficult, contorted, thwarted moment of it.
No one more than Doyle Taylor.
In 1955 and for many years to come, Doyle Taylor was a recognized “catch”. Cute, funny, charismatic, Doyle played the dating game with the same manic intensity he brought to the football game. His manifest personal advantages brought him followers, an entourage particularly of the female variety. He liked girls… girls liked him… and these two facts made for exciting, explosive, entirely thrilling times.
Doyle delighted in the messy contortions of his young life; scheduling multiple dates with multiple people; testing his skills, his powers of persuasion and of escape; seeing how far he could push the envelope. Being Doyle, he could always push it just a little bit more…. then a little bit more again. Life was good! Packed with possibilities that caused him to jump up of a brilliant California morning, glad to be alive.
Then he saw Casey… and he knows in the way one does (even if one has never known it before) that this is the person who offers you more in one complete, captivating package than all the others put together, no matter how attractive. And all of a sudden you experience a flood of emotions that weren’t there yesterday: tenderness, compassion, wonder… and in an instant this confusing life becomes more confusing still, more confusing and infinitely more important. Life is no longer just about you and what you can get; life is now about what you can give. And Casey was a girl you wanted to give to… without asking for anything but her love in return.
Blocked by Dad.
But as every novel reader knows, the path of true love is never smooth. And so it was with Casey, whose father was strict and knew the insinuating ways of boys. Doyle was not welcome in his house… and so school with all its limitations became the only place they could meet. Little did they suspect that its very restrictions were precisely what their love needed to flourish; from obstruction grew determination… enhanced at the Friday sock hops they never missed… and which ended with their anthem “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
But this wouldn’t be much of a story if it ended here, two young people captivated by each other who decide to venture forever together. What makes this story a tale worth the telling is what happened next… and what happened after that. Like millions of starry-eyed couples, they split up in high school and went their very separate ways…
… ways that led them to marry others, have children and lives which would only have been dislocated had they connected too early. And so these one-time fierce lovers grew old, apart, and lonely… existing, not living, without love or its magic. And this, too, is the fate of millions. And it might have been their fate, too… but for the fact that out of loneliness they began to think of each other and what had each, so long ago, been for the other. Thus, apart, they began the process of rediscovering each other, beholden to a fate benevolent to them.
One day Casey’s computer crashed; all her personal data obliterated. She called a friend to begin the recovery process and asked if this friend remembered Doyle and possibly knew how to find him. The friend did…. and within minutes Casey with excitement and trepidation had emailed Doyle… who answered her at once… and so two once kindred spirits connected… and found that the excitement they had shared so long ago existed still… this time forever.
They met, as so many long ago lovers have met, compliments of the Internet… and at once, in the very first moment, they knew their long ago destiny was at last to be fulfilled.
And so it was. Two people, now married, forever young in the eyes of their beloved, committed to just one thing: loving each other, everything else insignificant and insubstantial. No more “Goodnight, sweetheart” and separation, but “Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?” No need to ask…they know the answer only too well, and gladly.
To put this touching tune sung by Anne Murray in 1980 to work for you, go to any search engine. As you listen to what Wayland Holyfield and Bob House wrote, think… for isn’t there a very special person you’d like to dance with for the rest of your life? Go ahead… ask them now, before another day is lost forever.
Remember your first crush? The heat! The intensity! The euphoric ups and despondent downs? Of course you do… because while it lasted, we all felt vital! Alive! Complete…. for all that the parents told us, over and over again, that this was nothing but “puppy love” and wouldn’t last. But it did last, didn’t it, in your mind and heart… to the point where you must find this well remembered person and see how they turned out and whether they still remember you, too, and the special song that was your signature and which even today causes reverie and the sharp, bittersweet pangs of remembrance and a bad case of the “what ifs”…
And so, for the fortieth time, you sit down at the keyboard and search the ‘net and its social networks for intelligence… intelligence that will enable you to rediscover your lost love, your youth, and the life you might have had if only… if only…
“Goodnight, sweetheart”.
To put yourself in the mood, go to any search engine and find “Goodnight, sweetheart” written by Calvin Carter and James “Pookie” Hudson in 1953. I recommend the original version by The Spaniels (1954). It was bubble-gum music, a tune that signalled you’d better snuggle up fast and close since your evening and its possibilities were about to end…. Whatever you planned to do needed to be done and done now… You know its lyrics so well… you know just how much time you’ve got left… and you’ve got something important to say and do.
“Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it’s time to go…. I hate to leave you, I really must say, Oh Goodnight, sweet heart, goodnight.”
This is a moment that determines fate… for in this moment the ultimate words of destiny pour out… hot, fast, insistent…. every word of consequence, every word packed with meaning… words of love… desire…. commitment… eternity. You cannot say where these words originate; you didn’t even know they were in you… but they are present now, urgent, eloquent, raw, powerful motivating words delivered in a powerful motivating way.
“Mother oh and your father, Might hear if I stay here too long, One kiss and we’ll part, And I’ll be going You know I hate to go.”
And so, at last, reluctantly, you did part… only to hurry home and call the object of your affections … who might be someone entirely different …thereby continuing the night, its emotions, its possibilities.
It was all a game, an enticing, exhilarating marvel… and you loved every difficult, contorted, thwarted moment of it.
No one more than Doyle Taylor.
In 1955 and for many years to come, Doyle Taylor was a recognized “catch”. Cute, funny, charismatic, Doyle played the dating game with the same manic intensity he brought to the football game. His manifest personal advantages brought him followers, an entourage particularly of the female variety. He liked girls… girls liked him… and these two facts made for exciting, explosive, entirely thrilling times.
Doyle delighted in the messy contortions of his young life; scheduling multiple dates with multiple people; testing his skills, his powers of persuasion and of escape; seeing how far he could push the envelope. Being Doyle, he could always push it just a little bit more…. then a little bit more again. Life was good! Packed with possibilities that caused him to jump up of a brilliant California morning, glad to be alive.
Then he saw Casey… and he knows in the way one does (even if one has never known it before) that this is the person who offers you more in one complete, captivating package than all the others put together, no matter how attractive. And all of a sudden you experience a flood of emotions that weren’t there yesterday: tenderness, compassion, wonder… and in an instant this confusing life becomes more confusing still, more confusing and infinitely more important. Life is no longer just about you and what you can get; life is now about what you can give. And Casey was a girl you wanted to give to… without asking for anything but her love in return.
Blocked by Dad.
But as every novel reader knows, the path of true love is never smooth. And so it was with Casey, whose father was strict and knew the insinuating ways of boys. Doyle was not welcome in his house… and so school with all its limitations became the only place they could meet. Little did they suspect that its very restrictions were precisely what their love needed to flourish; from obstruction grew determination… enhanced at the Friday sock hops they never missed… and which ended with their anthem “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
But this wouldn’t be much of a story if it ended here, two young people captivated by each other who decide to venture forever together. What makes this story a tale worth the telling is what happened next… and what happened after that. Like millions of starry-eyed couples, they split up in high school and went their very separate ways…
… ways that led them to marry others, have children and lives which would only have been dislocated had they connected too early. And so these one-time fierce lovers grew old, apart, and lonely… existing, not living, without love or its magic. And this, too, is the fate of millions. And it might have been their fate, too… but for the fact that out of loneliness they began to think of each other and what had each, so long ago, been for the other. Thus, apart, they began the process of rediscovering each other, beholden to a fate benevolent to them.
One day Casey’s computer crashed; all her personal data obliterated. She called a friend to begin the recovery process and asked if this friend remembered Doyle and possibly knew how to find him. The friend did…. and within minutes Casey with excitement and trepidation had emailed Doyle… who answered her at once… and so two once kindred spirits connected… and found that the excitement they had shared so long ago existed still… this time forever.
They met, as so many long ago lovers have met, compliments of the Internet… and at once, in the very first moment, they knew their long ago destiny was at last to be fulfilled.
And so it was. Two people, now married, forever young in the eyes of their beloved, committed to just one thing: loving each other, everything else insignificant and insubstantial. No more “Goodnight, sweetheart” and separation, but “Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?” No need to ask…they know the answer only too well, and gladly.
To put this touching tune sung by Anne Murray in 1980 to work for you, go to any search engine. As you listen to what Wayland Holyfield and Bob House wrote, think… for isn’t there a very special person you’d like to dance with for the rest of your life? Go ahead… ask them now, before another day is lost forever.
Friday, January 27, 2012
onlinemarketing: Creating Offers That SELL!
onlinemarketing: Creating Offers That SELL!: WARNING: The information in this article could help you make tens, even HUNDREDS of thousands of dollars. Print this! Read this! Live this…...
Creating Offers That SELL!
WARNING: The information in this article could
help you make tens, even HUNDREDS of thousands
of dollars. Print this! Read this! Live this… and
prosper!!!
Let’s start from the very beginning… you’re in
business to make MONEY. Why say this? Because
millions of people are so busy working, they’ve
lost the purpose of the endeavor: to get rich.
When you remember, and focus on the fact,
that business is supposed to be a constant money
maker, you understand why THE OFFER is so
important. Offers deliver the bucks.
“Sell The Sizzle, Not The Steak.”
We all know this old-time marketing expression.
Problem is, most people either don’t know what
it means, or haven’t learned how to use it.
Consider: steak is… dead animal meat. Gross.
On the other hand, think about the sizzle: warm,
inviting, the enticement to something delicious,
nutritious, satisfying.
Which would you rather have? And, more to the
point, which is easier to sell?
The ENTIRE purpose of the offer is to get
folks, your prospects, to stop in their tracks,
focus on what YOU have… and buy it. The
better you get at making offers… the more
money you make. It’s as simple and all-
important as that!
Creating Offers That Sell
The MINUTE you’re in business is the MINUTE
it’s time to concentrate on the offer. Here are
key steps to follow.
1) Start reading lots of offers. There isn’t a
day that goes by that I don’t read offers from
print media, the Internet, and on television. You
should too.
2) Become an inveterate offer collector. There’s
no need to re-invent the wheel when, in our capitalist,
market-driven culture, superb offers are everywhere.
3) Make sure the great offers you find are
easily accessible. Don’t bury them. These are
treasures to be scrutinized, studied — and used.
Brainstorm Offers Constantly
Remember, the key to motivating people to
act NOW is the offer.
And the key to the offer is giving enhanced
limited time value, like two for the price of one,
etc.
Look at your current marketing tools: business
cards, brochures, newsletters, all ads, etc. Where
have you placed the offer? Do you even have an
offer?
Now hear this: EVERYTHING you intend your
customers to see MUST contain an offer, with
absolutely NO exceptions.
Marketing ONLY works when it is based on
offers. And offers ONLY work when you say
to your customer, “Look at all I’ve got for you
IF you act by (date).
Start Using Offers Today
Don’t wait another minute to turn yours into
a magnificent, cash-generating offer MACHINE.
* Start rewriting all marketing materials until
they’re motivating muscle.
* Include offers with everything you mail — or
e-mail.
* Place your offers prominently… on the
envelop, at the top of the page, in an attention-
grabbing postscript.
Do this and watch your sales soar. And don’t
forget: when you deliver the goods and services
these offers have generated… include yet ANOTHER
offer thereby adding to your profits. You’re a hot-shot
marketer now… and that means you NEVER stop
creating and using offers!
help you make tens, even HUNDREDS of thousands
of dollars. Print this! Read this! Live this… and
prosper!!!
Let’s start from the very beginning… you’re in
business to make MONEY. Why say this? Because
millions of people are so busy working, they’ve
lost the purpose of the endeavor: to get rich.
When you remember, and focus on the fact,
that business is supposed to be a constant money
maker, you understand why THE OFFER is so
important. Offers deliver the bucks.
“Sell The Sizzle, Not The Steak.”
We all know this old-time marketing expression.
Problem is, most people either don’t know what
it means, or haven’t learned how to use it.
Consider: steak is… dead animal meat. Gross.
On the other hand, think about the sizzle: warm,
inviting, the enticement to something delicious,
nutritious, satisfying.
Which would you rather have? And, more to the
point, which is easier to sell?
The ENTIRE purpose of the offer is to get
folks, your prospects, to stop in their tracks,
focus on what YOU have… and buy it. The
better you get at making offers… the more
money you make. It’s as simple and all-
important as that!
Creating Offers That Sell
The MINUTE you’re in business is the MINUTE
it’s time to concentrate on the offer. Here are
key steps to follow.
1) Start reading lots of offers. There isn’t a
day that goes by that I don’t read offers from
print media, the Internet, and on television. You
should too.
2) Become an inveterate offer collector. There’s
no need to re-invent the wheel when, in our capitalist,
market-driven culture, superb offers are everywhere.
3) Make sure the great offers you find are
easily accessible. Don’t bury them. These are
treasures to be scrutinized, studied — and used.
Brainstorm Offers Constantly
Remember, the key to motivating people to
act NOW is the offer.
And the key to the offer is giving enhanced
limited time value, like two for the price of one,
etc.
Look at your current marketing tools: business
cards, brochures, newsletters, all ads, etc. Where
have you placed the offer? Do you even have an
offer?
Now hear this: EVERYTHING you intend your
customers to see MUST contain an offer, with
absolutely NO exceptions.
Marketing ONLY works when it is based on
offers. And offers ONLY work when you say
to your customer, “Look at all I’ve got for you
IF you act by (date).
Start Using Offers Today
Don’t wait another minute to turn yours into
a magnificent, cash-generating offer MACHINE.
* Start rewriting all marketing materials until
they’re motivating muscle.
* Include offers with everything you mail — or
e-mail.
* Place your offers prominently… on the
envelop, at the top of the page, in an attention-
grabbing postscript.
Do this and watch your sales soar. And don’t
forget: when you deliver the goods and services
these offers have generated… include yet ANOTHER
offer thereby adding to your profits. You’re a hot-shot
marketer now… and that means you NEVER stop
creating and using offers!
onlinemarketing: War with all its barbarity, cruelty and crudeness ...
onlinemarketing: War with all its barbarity, cruelty and crudeness ...: This is about an incident of war; an incident in which four U.S. Marines decided to outrage the vulnerable corpses of some of their tenacio...
War with all its barbarity, cruelty and crudeness comes to Main Street compliments of YouTube and the U.S. Marines…. what now?
This is about an incident of war; an incident in which four U.S. Marines
decided to outrage the vulnerable corpses of some of their tenacious Taliban
foes, dead in the dust at their feet. Such incidents — and many worse — have
always been a part of war… But such incidents nowadays are not merely rumored or
surmised… now they can be seen in your office or home in all their disgusting
detail. War, with all its coarseness, vulgarity and shock, is now a thing we
cannot escape… for we have now reached the point where every war will take place
not just on far-flung battlefields, but — as fast as a video clip can be posted
— before your very eyes and in your very mind.
The facts.
On January 11, 2012 an undated video was posted by a YouTube user identified as “semperfi LoneVoice”. It shows four men in U.S. Marine combat gear standing in a semi-circle over 3 bodies. These men were urinating on the bodies.
The entire film clip took just about a minute.
It was not the worst outrage in the long saga of human warfare, where the desecration of corpses was a garden-variety barbarism. But this act of desecration went viral at once, a matter of instant and immediate concern to officials at the very highest reaches of government. In short, it instantly became a Problem that had to be dealt with, responded to, and contained before the next news cycle commenced.
Who would make such a video… and why would they do it?
I can surmise — but do not know — that this video was made for the same reason that 19th Century big game hunters were photographed before the bodies of elephants, tigers and lions… a form of bragging, to show their friends where they had been, what they had done, and, Tarzan-like, beat their breasts and release a primal scream of superiority and glee.
Thus did a fifth marine, perhaps the originator of “what seemed a good idea at the time”, egg on his buddies, “Ah, come on. Don’t be a wuss; the bastards had it coming.” Thus did the idea emerge, spontaneous, ill-considered of course, but an act that would bond the buddies while handing each something to show the admiring folks back home. And so the buddies were positioned just so; zippers opened, a crude video made with cruder remarks about giving the bodies a “shower”, ending with “Have a nice day, buddy” … the final result a video that showed in outrageous detail that these Marines, charged with service to the Great Republic, knew nothing about who we are, how we behave, what being an American is all about…
… Yes, in a minute, just 60 seconds, they had outraged their God, their family values, everything they had ever heard or thought about the shining city on a hill… they had lowered themselves; shown their “Semper Fi” motto to be mere words, not high ideal. And they did this willingly, happily, believing this was suitable for them, unexceptional, a thing right and appropriate to do… good for laughs, another beer, a clap on the back from an appreciative audience back home.
All this was bad enough. But then someone got the bright idea of posting this video. This person had one of two possible objectives in mind; either as a proud trophy…, or shrewder, to show us up as a nation of high words but debased realities and so besmirch the Great Republic, its solders, and the lofty ideals by which we live and for which we fight.
And so the video was posted… its unmistakable image of hubris instantly the property of a world which thereby gained another stick with which to beat us, a stick which our own soldiers had fashioned, completely clueless on what they had done and how destructive to our cause, themselves, and their own buddies, whom the Taliban, biding their time, would serve out worse than the outrage perpetrated upon the bodies of their comrades… for retaliation there must be… swift, sure, painful, revolting. It is as certain as anything can be in the uncertain business of war: some young American Marines, now vibrant and alive, will be captured, tortured, subjected to the most severe pain, killed, then outraged… an unspeakable, horrific end made inevitable by the unconsidered lark of 5 Marines who not just failed us but didn’t even know they were doing so.
High-level condemnation, inadequate response.
To their credit, the Marine Corps immediately named an investigative officer to decide whether charges would be brought. They have already identified two of the four who committed the outrage; they are believed to be members of the 3rd Batallion, 2nd Marines, based at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. It served in Afghanistan from March to September 2011, presumably the time when the video was made.
Officials at the very highest level of government, Leon Panetta, Secretary of Defense; Secretary of State Hillary Clinton as well as other members of the Obama Administration stepped forward to condemn the desecration… and to limit the damage and repercussions.
But they were checkmated by a belief as old as war itself: that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can never do wrong, whatever they do, so long as it is in defense of the realm; Texas Governor and (then) presidential candidate Rick Perry the case in point.
Perry’s worrisome reaction went like this: “These kids made a mistake. There’s not any doubt about it. They shouldn’t have done it. It’s bad. But to call it a criminal act, I think, is over the top.”
In other words, boys will be boys; they’re our boys so sacrosanct. Yes, the act’s bad… but slapping their wrists constitutes an appropriate punishment; enough said, let’s get back to America’s unending business, the business of war. Such remarks constituted the thin edge of the wedge; mild condemnation of the “kids” (Perry’s grossly inadequate word and description)… their action bad, yes, but not really so very bad… not least because other nations at other times have done far worse, including worse to us. And that, is that.
But it most assuredly is not…. for if we wish to derive a good result from this entirely avoidable incident a very different response is called for. For if we leave this now in this way we shall surely pay for our negligence with more such incidents, frequent and worse.
The curriculum of war as taught at our great military institutions must be enhanced to include tuition, instruction, and practical training on how to handle the urge to maim, murder, desecrate and outrage our opponents. For if you do not make the act reprehensible and make it clear what must be done and how it must be done, you are surely inviting its frequent occurrence. In other words, silence on this aspect of war, every war, is tantamount to condoning what you say is reprehensible. And so swift, positive action is necessary… so that America and the world need never wake up again to graphic, tangible evidence that we say one thing but do and accept another.
Too much brought to our attention, too little time for thoughtful consideration and response. Sadly, the very process that brought us the intelligence on this incidence will bury it and fast. For the shear amount of data on so many subjects of significance and importance acts to sweep this outrage away… replacing it — for just a minute — with others. We once thought that bringing outrages to wide attention would be sufficient to effect reform… but the very ease of disseminating and posting information, its shear volume, has submerged the desired goal. And so, as information explodes and its demands on us grow onerous, the urge neither to see nor to hear evil grows apace… evil proliferating, evil tolerated, evil condoned, thinly condemned, broadly ignored, a fact of life that dismays us but which we will not seriously confront, and less so every single day .
God help us.
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The facts.
On January 11, 2012 an undated video was posted by a YouTube user identified as “semperfi LoneVoice”. It shows four men in U.S. Marine combat gear standing in a semi-circle over 3 bodies. These men were urinating on the bodies.
The entire film clip took just about a minute.
It was not the worst outrage in the long saga of human warfare, where the desecration of corpses was a garden-variety barbarism. But this act of desecration went viral at once, a matter of instant and immediate concern to officials at the very highest reaches of government. In short, it instantly became a Problem that had to be dealt with, responded to, and contained before the next news cycle commenced.
Who would make such a video… and why would they do it?
I can surmise — but do not know — that this video was made for the same reason that 19th Century big game hunters were photographed before the bodies of elephants, tigers and lions… a form of bragging, to show their friends where they had been, what they had done, and, Tarzan-like, beat their breasts and release a primal scream of superiority and glee.
Thus did a fifth marine, perhaps the originator of “what seemed a good idea at the time”, egg on his buddies, “Ah, come on. Don’t be a wuss; the bastards had it coming.” Thus did the idea emerge, spontaneous, ill-considered of course, but an act that would bond the buddies while handing each something to show the admiring folks back home. And so the buddies were positioned just so; zippers opened, a crude video made with cruder remarks about giving the bodies a “shower”, ending with “Have a nice day, buddy” … the final result a video that showed in outrageous detail that these Marines, charged with service to the Great Republic, knew nothing about who we are, how we behave, what being an American is all about…
… Yes, in a minute, just 60 seconds, they had outraged their God, their family values, everything they had ever heard or thought about the shining city on a hill… they had lowered themselves; shown their “Semper Fi” motto to be mere words, not high ideal. And they did this willingly, happily, believing this was suitable for them, unexceptional, a thing right and appropriate to do… good for laughs, another beer, a clap on the back from an appreciative audience back home.
All this was bad enough. But then someone got the bright idea of posting this video. This person had one of two possible objectives in mind; either as a proud trophy…, or shrewder, to show us up as a nation of high words but debased realities and so besmirch the Great Republic, its solders, and the lofty ideals by which we live and for which we fight.
And so the video was posted… its unmistakable image of hubris instantly the property of a world which thereby gained another stick with which to beat us, a stick which our own soldiers had fashioned, completely clueless on what they had done and how destructive to our cause, themselves, and their own buddies, whom the Taliban, biding their time, would serve out worse than the outrage perpetrated upon the bodies of their comrades… for retaliation there must be… swift, sure, painful, revolting. It is as certain as anything can be in the uncertain business of war: some young American Marines, now vibrant and alive, will be captured, tortured, subjected to the most severe pain, killed, then outraged… an unspeakable, horrific end made inevitable by the unconsidered lark of 5 Marines who not just failed us but didn’t even know they were doing so.
High-level condemnation, inadequate response.
To their credit, the Marine Corps immediately named an investigative officer to decide whether charges would be brought. They have already identified two of the four who committed the outrage; they are believed to be members of the 3rd Batallion, 2nd Marines, based at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. It served in Afghanistan from March to September 2011, presumably the time when the video was made.
Officials at the very highest level of government, Leon Panetta, Secretary of Defense; Secretary of State Hillary Clinton as well as other members of the Obama Administration stepped forward to condemn the desecration… and to limit the damage and repercussions.
But they were checkmated by a belief as old as war itself: that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men can never do wrong, whatever they do, so long as it is in defense of the realm; Texas Governor and (then) presidential candidate Rick Perry the case in point.
Perry’s worrisome reaction went like this: “These kids made a mistake. There’s not any doubt about it. They shouldn’t have done it. It’s bad. But to call it a criminal act, I think, is over the top.”
In other words, boys will be boys; they’re our boys so sacrosanct. Yes, the act’s bad… but slapping their wrists constitutes an appropriate punishment; enough said, let’s get back to America’s unending business, the business of war. Such remarks constituted the thin edge of the wedge; mild condemnation of the “kids” (Perry’s grossly inadequate word and description)… their action bad, yes, but not really so very bad… not least because other nations at other times have done far worse, including worse to us. And that, is that.
But it most assuredly is not…. for if we wish to derive a good result from this entirely avoidable incident a very different response is called for. For if we leave this now in this way we shall surely pay for our negligence with more such incidents, frequent and worse.
The curriculum of war as taught at our great military institutions must be enhanced to include tuition, instruction, and practical training on how to handle the urge to maim, murder, desecrate and outrage our opponents. For if you do not make the act reprehensible and make it clear what must be done and how it must be done, you are surely inviting its frequent occurrence. In other words, silence on this aspect of war, every war, is tantamount to condoning what you say is reprehensible. And so swift, positive action is necessary… so that America and the world need never wake up again to graphic, tangible evidence that we say one thing but do and accept another.
Too much brought to our attention, too little time for thoughtful consideration and response. Sadly, the very process that brought us the intelligence on this incidence will bury it and fast. For the shear amount of data on so many subjects of significance and importance acts to sweep this outrage away… replacing it — for just a minute — with others. We once thought that bringing outrages to wide attention would be sufficient to effect reform… but the very ease of disseminating and posting information, its shear volume, has submerged the desired goal. And so, as information explodes and its demands on us grow onerous, the urge neither to see nor to hear evil grows apace… evil proliferating, evil tolerated, evil condoned, thinly condemned, broadly ignored, a fact of life that dismays us but which we will not seriously confront, and less so every single day .
God help us.
* We invite you to post your comments to this article below.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
onlinemarketing: Of Adam B. Wheeler and how this youthful con man e...
onlinemarketing: Of Adam B. Wheeler and how this youthful con man e...: This is the story of the world’s greatest university, rich, secure, inviolate, invulnerable… arrogant… ripe for the taking. This is the s...
Of Adam B. Wheeler and how this youthful con man extraordinaire made the world’s greatest university — and others — see red.
This is the story of the world’s greatest university,
rich, secure, inviolate, invulnerable… arrogant… ripe for the
taking.
This is the story of a talented young man, not
merely good at lying, deception, prevarication
and hoodwinkery… but (though connoisseurs of
such matters may cavil) great.
This is the story of a young man so keen to
have the good things in life that he was willing
to sell his soul to get them… and of parents
who so loved their son that they were willing
to put him in prison to redeem him.
This is the story of the highest university officials
who thought this unthinkable thing could never happen…
and who drank deep from the chalice of
chagrin and public humiliation when it did.
This is the story of peers who, when forced
to confront this tale found that the perpetrator
was cute and desirable… and therefore deserving
of understanding, absolution, and a date.
This is the tale of Adam B. Wheeler. And I
suspect you will find it as riveting as I did
for, verily, it is a true tale of our times and,
therefore, irresistible and completely appalling.
Ole!
Adam B. Wheeler, a boy in a hurry
Adam B. Wheeler, by all accounts, was an average
student, neither good nor bad, outstanding in
no way, prosaic in all. However, such a boy could
dream… and Adam B. Wheeler did so dream… of
a place called Cambridge and a college called
Harvard, where sport the irresistible jeunesse
doree. Adam dreamt… then despaired… for
Harvard looked for the exceptional and Adam
was merely average and hence beneath Harvard’s
notice.
So this average boy took the first extraordinary
decision of his life: he decided to risk all to escape
from the usual, the hackneyed, the average, the
dull, the prosaic. He decided, in short, to invent
the vehicle that would give him escape; he decided
to craft himself.
Years later, at Adam’s fraud trial, his lawyer Steven
Sussman, Esq. said “There is no answer to why Adam
did this. ” But Mr. Sussman, like so many adults involved
in this case, was wrong. Sussman has forgotten what
it is like to walk high school corridors and be nothing
more than one of a mass, faceless, dull, average,
forgettable. Adam knew that feeling… and, with growing
insistence, was ready to do everything, anything to
rise and get out of this situation… to take his place, however
wrongly, amongst the best and brightest of his generation. The
quickest way to do that, he concluded, was by mastering the
potent and practical arts of the fraudulent presentation, prevarication,
deception.
And so, Adam B. Wheeler commenced, by diligent study,
an ascension of trickery where each step successfully encountered
fueled the next. He submitted a plagiarized school essay and
winning the prize discovered the ease of deceit,
thereby engendering more and greater boldness.
Audacity, he discovered, could be created by successful
deceptions, which also delivered a plethora of benefits — money,
social recognition, the compliments of teachers and peers, the
thrilling feeling that he was “somebody”… and, all important,
further insights into how to rise higher still on his new skills and
expanding confidence. Adam B. Wheeler was moving… so fast that
goals once unimaginable were now within his grasp.
And so he grabbed.
Proud Bowdoin College with its picture-perfect campus gave
Adam a place by deceit. But Adam wanted, had always wanted more.
For such damnation as he was willing to risk, he demanded the
very best.
So, then, fair Harvard’s turn. Adam, now almost through his
apprenticeship of deft manipulation, doctored his College
Board scores and forged letters of recommendation. These
were panegyrics of such transcendence that in a
more perfect world they would have moved Harvard to
contact him rather than he condescending to contact them.
And so Harvard, confident its summit could not be so
breached, became Adam’s trophy, too… and , with its welcome
acceptance, gave him, he well knew, life’s ticket to privilege,
deference, and open doors everywhere. It was thrilling, heady…
dangerous because the very ease and extent of success caused
hubris, the most dangerous thing of all.
Adam B. Wheeler became an Icarus with no Daedalus to counsel
and advise. But even Icarus, with such a wise and seasoned
advisor at hand, was so fueled by arrogance and the certainty that
only the young possess, even well-advised Icarus flew too high, too soon, too
close to the sun… and so, his wings melting, plunged into death.
What chance, then, had still-learning Adam B. Wheeler to
know, so soon in life, the virtue of restraint? Icarus-like, he
chose to fly too fast, too high, eschewing restraint because
constant victories were so exciting and gratifying…and, he had proved,
so easy.
However his fall, inevitable though he never knew it, was, in
the classical tradition, sharp, painful, ironic. Continuing
to want the best, he fabricated a fake straight A Harvard
transcript and aimed to grab a Fulbright or even a Rhodes
scholarship, much desired, achieved by only the elite,
amongst whom he insisted to be.
However, grinning fate was at hand with Adam’s
nemesis.
It was his parents, the good, decent, profoundly
appalled creators of Adam B. Wheeler, his mom and
dad. To save him, they laid him low, beginning his unravelling
with a call to the chagrined Harvard officials whose
certainty and carelessness had moved Adam so appreciably
forward. They, powered by revenge and sanctimonious
moralizing, happily pounced, determined to end his career
and make sure This Could Never Happen Again. His
Harvard status was rescinded…. his trial ensued. His
conviction inevitable, he plea-bargained, admitting
culpability and accepting restitution for all funds and
prizes falsely won. Prison was avoided but shame was
not. It was the end of Adam B. Wheeler.
Or was it?
In the blog of the Crimson, Harvard’s student
newspaper, another stream was unexpectedly
running. Here the story took another turn, for
many bloggers (not just women either) saw what
“Daniel” saw: “He really is totally adorable. He probably gets
away with half of his shenanigans because people
look into those big blue eyes and see the floppy hair
and think he’s adorable”. Ah, too fetching to be guilty, much
less locked away.
It was, under these circumstances, no doubt wise
of the judge in his sentencing order of December 16, 2010
to prevent Adam from enjoying any financial gains from
his story from books, stage, and screen. It’s sad, though,
for local boy-made-good Matt Damon, who would have done full
justice to this tale of Cambridge, a place he knows so well. However,
no doubt in due time, Adam B. Wheeler will find a way
around this (temporary) obstacle. I hope so, for I long to
see this film.
rich, secure, inviolate, invulnerable… arrogant… ripe for the
taking.
This is the story of a talented young man, not
merely good at lying, deception, prevarication
and hoodwinkery… but (though connoisseurs of
such matters may cavil) great.
This is the story of a young man so keen to
have the good things in life that he was willing
to sell his soul to get them… and of parents
who so loved their son that they were willing
to put him in prison to redeem him.
This is the story of the highest university officials
who thought this unthinkable thing could never happen…
and who drank deep from the chalice of
chagrin and public humiliation when it did.
This is the story of peers who, when forced
to confront this tale found that the perpetrator
was cute and desirable… and therefore deserving
of understanding, absolution, and a date.
This is the tale of Adam B. Wheeler. And I
suspect you will find it as riveting as I did
for, verily, it is a true tale of our times and,
therefore, irresistible and completely appalling.
Ole!
Adam B. Wheeler, a boy in a hurry
Adam B. Wheeler, by all accounts, was an average
student, neither good nor bad, outstanding in
no way, prosaic in all. However, such a boy could
dream… and Adam B. Wheeler did so dream… of
a place called Cambridge and a college called
Harvard, where sport the irresistible jeunesse
doree. Adam dreamt… then despaired… for
Harvard looked for the exceptional and Adam
was merely average and hence beneath Harvard’s
notice.
So this average boy took the first extraordinary
decision of his life: he decided to risk all to escape
from the usual, the hackneyed, the average, the
dull, the prosaic. He decided, in short, to invent
the vehicle that would give him escape; he decided
to craft himself.
Years later, at Adam’s fraud trial, his lawyer Steven
Sussman, Esq. said “There is no answer to why Adam
did this. ” But Mr. Sussman, like so many adults involved
in this case, was wrong. Sussman has forgotten what
it is like to walk high school corridors and be nothing
more than one of a mass, faceless, dull, average,
forgettable. Adam knew that feeling… and, with growing
insistence, was ready to do everything, anything to
rise and get out of this situation… to take his place, however
wrongly, amongst the best and brightest of his generation. The
quickest way to do that, he concluded, was by mastering the
potent and practical arts of the fraudulent presentation, prevarication,
deception.
And so, Adam B. Wheeler commenced, by diligent study,
an ascension of trickery where each step successfully encountered
fueled the next. He submitted a plagiarized school essay and
winning the prize discovered the ease of deceit,
thereby engendering more and greater boldness.
Audacity, he discovered, could be created by successful
deceptions, which also delivered a plethora of benefits — money,
social recognition, the compliments of teachers and peers, the
thrilling feeling that he was “somebody”… and, all important,
further insights into how to rise higher still on his new skills and
expanding confidence. Adam B. Wheeler was moving… so fast that
goals once unimaginable were now within his grasp.
And so he grabbed.
Proud Bowdoin College with its picture-perfect campus gave
Adam a place by deceit. But Adam wanted, had always wanted more.
For such damnation as he was willing to risk, he demanded the
very best.
So, then, fair Harvard’s turn. Adam, now almost through his
apprenticeship of deft manipulation, doctored his College
Board scores and forged letters of recommendation. These
were panegyrics of such transcendence that in a
more perfect world they would have moved Harvard to
contact him rather than he condescending to contact them.
And so Harvard, confident its summit could not be so
breached, became Adam’s trophy, too… and , with its welcome
acceptance, gave him, he well knew, life’s ticket to privilege,
deference, and open doors everywhere. It was thrilling, heady…
dangerous because the very ease and extent of success caused
hubris, the most dangerous thing of all.
Adam B. Wheeler became an Icarus with no Daedalus to counsel
and advise. But even Icarus, with such a wise and seasoned
advisor at hand, was so fueled by arrogance and the certainty that
only the young possess, even well-advised Icarus flew too high, too soon, too
close to the sun… and so, his wings melting, plunged into death.
What chance, then, had still-learning Adam B. Wheeler to
know, so soon in life, the virtue of restraint? Icarus-like, he
chose to fly too fast, too high, eschewing restraint because
constant victories were so exciting and gratifying…and, he had proved,
so easy.
However his fall, inevitable though he never knew it, was, in
the classical tradition, sharp, painful, ironic. Continuing
to want the best, he fabricated a fake straight A Harvard
transcript and aimed to grab a Fulbright or even a Rhodes
scholarship, much desired, achieved by only the elite,
amongst whom he insisted to be.
However, grinning fate was at hand with Adam’s
nemesis.
It was his parents, the good, decent, profoundly
appalled creators of Adam B. Wheeler, his mom and
dad. To save him, they laid him low, beginning his unravelling
with a call to the chagrined Harvard officials whose
certainty and carelessness had moved Adam so appreciably
forward. They, powered by revenge and sanctimonious
moralizing, happily pounced, determined to end his career
and make sure This Could Never Happen Again. His
Harvard status was rescinded…. his trial ensued. His
conviction inevitable, he plea-bargained, admitting
culpability and accepting restitution for all funds and
prizes falsely won. Prison was avoided but shame was
not. It was the end of Adam B. Wheeler.
Or was it?
In the blog of the Crimson, Harvard’s student
newspaper, another stream was unexpectedly
running. Here the story took another turn, for
many bloggers (not just women either) saw what
“Daniel” saw: “He really is totally adorable. He probably gets
away with half of his shenanigans because people
look into those big blue eyes and see the floppy hair
and think he’s adorable”. Ah, too fetching to be guilty, much
less locked away.
It was, under these circumstances, no doubt wise
of the judge in his sentencing order of December 16, 2010
to prevent Adam from enjoying any financial gains from
his story from books, stage, and screen. It’s sad, though,
for local boy-made-good Matt Damon, who would have done full
justice to this tale of Cambridge, a place he knows so well. However,
no doubt in due time, Adam B. Wheeler will find a way
around this (temporary) obstacle. I hope so, for I long to
see this film.
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