Ice breakers work to a very limited degree. One problem with breaking the ice of a group is that often you come away only knowing trivial things about groupmates. The following is a suggestion of a few, historically successful friendship creators.
1. Set up a large table with food in a room. Lock the door. Begin.
2. Bring group into a room, turn down lights, turn on romantic music, hand out condoms, begin.
3. Hand out knives to half of the group, and say that the other half has the plague and is investing their water supply. Lock door. Begin
4. Lock two people in a room. Begin
Basically, anytime you lock a door you create lasting friendships. So forget the icebreaking games and get down to business!
7.06.2010
7.05.2010
Nobodie's Noones
The other day I discussed the hardships of being a minor league player who isn't going anywhere. The only thing worse than being this kind of player, is to be a minor leaguer who acts like a pro
Last night I saw Hermin's Hermits play live. Now, if you've never hears of Hermin's Hermits (and let's be honest, who really has), they were a band popular during the British music invasion if the sixties. They were as popular as the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Were is the important word there. The fact of the matter is, noone cares about them anymore (except for the fifty-something man sitting next to me who would announce the album and track number to each song). But apparently, no one has told the band about their low status. They walked out liked rock stars. "we are Hermin's Hermits!!" (what kind of rocker name is that???) and then, even when it became clear that no one was interested, the lead singer started saying things like, "and here comes one I know you all know..." and "sing along to this one!" Eventually he gave up and started singing covers that everyone knew. Before closing, they played "Henry the Eighth" one of their two popular songs. It is a chorus, and one verse, repeated over and over. They played this song for about 15 minutes. It was horrendous.
Everyone wants to be famous to different degrees. Some people are lucky enough to achieve stardom, but if your time runs out, you have to be strong enough to throw in the towel. Don't go on fooling yourself, you are done!
On another mildly famous attention hog note, have you heard about Kobayashi? He's a multiple time hot dog eating champion, who rushed the stage at Nathans hot dog eating competition.
Question: if you were famous, would you be proud to be famous for eating excess amounts of encased meat products in short periods of time?
Last night I saw Hermin's Hermits play live. Now, if you've never hears of Hermin's Hermits (and let's be honest, who really has), they were a band popular during the British music invasion if the sixties. They were as popular as the Beatles and the Rolling Stones. Were is the important word there. The fact of the matter is, noone cares about them anymore (except for the fifty-something man sitting next to me who would announce the album and track number to each song). But apparently, no one has told the band about their low status. They walked out liked rock stars. "we are Hermin's Hermits!!" (what kind of rocker name is that???) and then, even when it became clear that no one was interested, the lead singer started saying things like, "and here comes one I know you all know..." and "sing along to this one!" Eventually he gave up and started singing covers that everyone knew. Before closing, they played "Henry the Eighth" one of their two popular songs. It is a chorus, and one verse, repeated over and over. They played this song for about 15 minutes. It was horrendous.
Everyone wants to be famous to different degrees. Some people are lucky enough to achieve stardom, but if your time runs out, you have to be strong enough to throw in the towel. Don't go on fooling yourself, you are done!
On another mildly famous attention hog note, have you heard about Kobayashi? He's a multiple time hot dog eating champion, who rushed the stage at Nathans hot dog eating competition.
Question: if you were famous, would you be proud to be famous for eating excess amounts of encased meat products in short periods of time?
7.03.2010
The best things in life cost money.
The best things in life cost money, and lots of it. Let's say your buying a computer, and you have only two options. The first is an expensive computer, the second is free. Which do you pick? According to the old adage, you should pick the free one as it will be best, but in all likelihood it will turn out to be a peace of junk. The saying, in my opinion, should be changed to "the cheapest things in life are free." I mean, who's going to argue with that logic.
However, it is important to remember that absolutely nothing is free I challenge you to come up with an example of something completely free, it won't happen. Always, in every transaction there is some give and take. Consumers often fall into BOGO traps. It's important to remember when hopping that your not getting one "free" you're getting one "included". It should be BOIO. Though that's tougher to pronounce. Whatever "free" thing your getting has been budgeted by the management and is being covered by the one you're buying. It's just a lol economics for you.
Also, I urge you o read the fine print. If someone wants to give you something super cheap, to the appearance that it's free, make sure your checking it's not a scam. Especially if they're a Nigerian prince who's going to give you thousands of dollars. If it doesn't sound right, it probably isn't.
Finally I leave you with this thought:
When a team is winning a sporting event up until you begin watching, and then lose, is it your fault? What if it happens on a regular basis? Is that enough to make you switch teams?
However, it is important to remember that absolutely nothing is free I challenge you to come up with an example of something completely free, it won't happen. Always, in every transaction there is some give and take. Consumers often fall into BOGO traps. It's important to remember when hopping that your not getting one "free" you're getting one "included". It should be BOIO. Though that's tougher to pronounce. Whatever "free" thing your getting has been budgeted by the management and is being covered by the one you're buying. It's just a lol economics for you.
Also, I urge you o read the fine print. If someone wants to give you something super cheap, to the appearance that it's free, make sure your checking it's not a scam. Especially if they're a Nigerian prince who's going to give you thousands of dollars. If it doesn't sound right, it probably isn't.
Finally I leave you with this thought:
When a team is winning a sporting event up until you begin watching, and then lose, is it your fault? What if it happens on a regular basis? Is that enough to make you switch teams?
7.02.2010
Hotel Meal
I am not a camper. I never have been it goes right against my moral fiber when god created the earth, he created houses with air conditioning for man to dwell in. And he saw this a/c was good. I don't like the idea of going out of my way to sleep on the ground, being eaten by bugs, in a bag. (a sleeping bag sounds so archaic. If it were a case or sleeve I think I would be a little more likely to be interested. But I am not sleeping in a bag). Some would say, "it's great to get to know the outdoors." If I want to see nature I'll watch the Discovery Channel. If I want to be "in" nature, I'll watch it in the backyard on a laptop.
But the fun part of camping is the challenge. Trying to fashion a delicious meal with nothing but a campfire and some pointy sticks. S'mores are a prime example of fantastic edible delights that have been born out of this chaos. So tonight I'm in a hotel, and having very much the same experience. My family has went to the supermarket, picked out whatever we wanted to eat, and now have the excitement of heating it in a rustic microwave, eating on paper plates, in comfy hotel lounge chairs. While it may not be the same kind of "roughing it" as camping, it is just enough out of my comfort zone to be exciting.
So go and make some s'mores, cook in your fireplace, try to create a great meal out of nothing. Who needs camping when you've got paper plates and a microwave?!
Question of the day:
Do you type in url's to sights you know by heart (YouTube) or "save time" by typing into google search?
But the fun part of camping is the challenge. Trying to fashion a delicious meal with nothing but a campfire and some pointy sticks. S'mores are a prime example of fantastic edible delights that have been born out of this chaos. So tonight I'm in a hotel, and having very much the same experience. My family has went to the supermarket, picked out whatever we wanted to eat, and now have the excitement of heating it in a rustic microwave, eating on paper plates, in comfy hotel lounge chairs. While it may not be the same kind of "roughing it" as camping, it is just enough out of my comfort zone to be exciting.
So go and make some s'mores, cook in your fireplace, try to create a great meal out of nothing. Who needs camping when you've got paper plates and a microwave?!
Question of the day:
Do you type in url's to sights you know by heart (YouTube) or "save time" by typing into google search?
7.01.2010
Minor League Baseball
Today I went to see a minor league baseball game. It was honestly one of the most depressing things you could imagine. 9 innings of men playing half-heartedly a game that they love with their full heart. You could really see how many of the players had given up, and were never making it to the bigs. And they're paid almost nothing to go around playing this sport, hoping one day they'll make it to the MLB.
The MiLB fans (just a second to comment on the Acronym. Honestly Minor League Baseball? You guy's are the Milb? Too close to Milf in my opinion. Also kinda sounds like a very viscous fluid. "I got Milb everywhere it was a disaster!" "There goes Veronica. She's such a Milb!") are even sadder. No one cares about the game, and half of the people don't know what's going on. At a MLB game, even though a majority of the fans still could care less about the action, they get excited by the fans who do know what's going on. Here it's only the drunk guys who get into. Everyone else is just thinking "Wow! Look at that homerun! It would have been really cool if it was hit by someone making a Phone Number for a salary. But this no-name minor leaguer? I could care less!"
The only saving grace for the game I went to today, was the first base umpire (who also happened to be the second base and third base umpire). The guy was really into it. While a simple "foul ball" would suffice, he was flailing his arms, jumping up and down, shouting at the top of his lungs. If you didn't know it was a foul ball you were blind and deaf. Even low flying planes saw his signals. If everyone in the MiLB would take the game as seriously as that umpire, the game could be more exciting. As it is, it's about as fun as a glass of spilled MiLB.
Thought of the day:
I wish that Starbucks had less options. I go there, and they ask me thirty million questions just for me to get an iced coffee. "Want that regular?" "Caramel?" "Sweetened?" "Liquid sweetner?" "flavor shots?" And another thing, do they think their being fancy because they use strange names for sizes? I think it's annoying. What's your thought?
The MiLB fans (just a second to comment on the Acronym. Honestly Minor League Baseball? You guy's are the Milb? Too close to Milf in my opinion. Also kinda sounds like a very viscous fluid. "I got Milb everywhere it was a disaster!" "There goes Veronica. She's such a Milb!") are even sadder. No one cares about the game, and half of the people don't know what's going on. At a MLB game, even though a majority of the fans still could care less about the action, they get excited by the fans who do know what's going on. Here it's only the drunk guys who get into. Everyone else is just thinking "Wow! Look at that homerun! It would have been really cool if it was hit by someone making a Phone Number for a salary. But this no-name minor leaguer? I could care less!"
The only saving grace for the game I went to today, was the first base umpire (who also happened to be the second base and third base umpire). The guy was really into it. While a simple "foul ball" would suffice, he was flailing his arms, jumping up and down, shouting at the top of his lungs. If you didn't know it was a foul ball you were blind and deaf. Even low flying planes saw his signals. If everyone in the MiLB would take the game as seriously as that umpire, the game could be more exciting. As it is, it's about as fun as a glass of spilled MiLB.
Thought of the day:
I wish that Starbucks had less options. I go there, and they ask me thirty million questions just for me to get an iced coffee. "Want that regular?" "Caramel?" "Sweetened?" "Liquid sweetner?" "flavor shots?" And another thing, do they think their being fancy because they use strange names for sizes? I think it's annoying. What's your thought?
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