Sunday, September 19, 2010

Learning, (Out of the Best Books) Off Of The Best Internet Sites?

I spend a whole of my time, probably way too much learning. I am constantly on line reading things, important things, not the latest in Hollywood gossip but ways to improve my website. Ways to bring traffic to my website. Ways to improve my life. The rest of the time online I spend writing.

So what is happening with all this learning?

Well, I’m getting what they call “information overload.” Meaning that I spend too much time on stuff that doesn’t really help me, and not enough time taking action. So that is why all the writing, the writing part is actually taking action.

Like this blog post for instance. Hopefully someone else will read it and think its brilliant. Then spread the same word to all of their friends and I will become rich and famous, or so all the gurus tell me.

Seriously, how do you stop the information overload on the Internet? There is so much great stuff out there. And a lot of people with money who have made riches online are now being generousness with their stuff that has made them rich. They still get a piece of the pie. A dollar from a million people is still a million dollars.

But how do you sift through it? How to you figure our what is really going to help you and ignore all the rest? One solution is to focus. If you’ve read one of my past posts, you will know that isn’t a strong suite of mine.

I think part of the problem lies in lack of self-esteem. Personally I sometimes feel that I couldn’t possibly be smart enough with just the information that I have to actually benefit someone else’s.

So the negative thinking doesn’t help. Then there comes perfectionism, if I just knew more about this, or that, surely I would be more effective. All of this negative self-talk certainly doesn’t; help. If you want to really be successful the hard lesson that I learned is to do. And just keep doing. There is time for learning and then there is time to stop. The sooner you put doing ahead of learning, the faster you’ll succeed. You can't stop the learning completely, especially with the rapid advances of information facing us these days. You do have to keep learning. But balance your learning. And concentrate on doing.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

On Contemplating The Fall Of My life


I took a hike this morning and fall, in its entire splendor was showing itself over the mountains. Utah has one of the finest fall displays and this morning was unquestioned proof of that. Brilliant reds, oranges, pinks, yellows and chartreuse greens flung against a background of deep evergreen trees, spiking to a sky of dazzling blue.

Fall makes me meditative, as much as is fitting to me. I start to think about the year and what I have accomplished. Or not. In the fall of my life I think of it in the same ways. What have I accomplished, and what still remains to be done, before winter’s cold, or old age infirmities keep me tethered inside?

Fall is a riotous party, and I feel the same way about this stage of my life. As I approach these last years, I don’t care what others really think. I have reached a maturity level where all that matters is if I please myself. I wear and do whatever I feel or time and money allow. I notice many others in my situation acting in similar fashion; old ladies wearing purple and red hats; celebrating their age and wisdom.

I love the colors of fall and their intensity. There is nothing hidden, or quiet about fall and I intend that my life make the same kind of statement. Like fall I am not gracefully aging, slowly showing my age, melting into the background, Instead, I flaunt life and intend to ride it to the end, like a wild bucking bronco.

Fall is a last hurrah before winter hides its flamboyancy under a pile of snow and we, fall and I, are seen and heard no more. I will not leave quietly. I will hit life with full force in what I do and how I spend my time. Fall and I celebrate our existence together, in this last quest. May we last for a long time; a long fall, not cut short by disease or early winter snow. Like fall I plan to live until the last pumpkin is carved, the last bright leaf falls from the tree, a statement of living and life.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Blogging At It Again

This is a good description of my life right now.
I am developing quite a following on the web. Overall it would probably be in the lower 1%, but I keep trying anyway. I have severely neglected this blog. It is the culmination and endpoint of all that I am doing and my struggles to stop working for a corporation and find a way to earn a living on my own. Eventually I do want to retire comfortably so that I can do what I really want to do, play, garden, hobbies. In the meantime, the work slowly continues.

So, back to blog neglect. Occasionally I will post from my other sites. That is part of my problem, there are way too many. I have backed away from the real estate business, but until I get rid of my properties, I am still, like it or not, tied to them. The current administration’s latest decision to add a 3.5% real estate tax in 2013 on property sales will be the last straw for many investors. So the plan is to hold onto my property and try to pay it off and turn the management over to someone else. If I can succeed at just doing that, I will have my retirement set, but I digress.

So what others pies do I have my fingers stuck in? Currently I am trying to focus my attention, and that indeed is difficult for anyone, especially with ADD to do, on a marketing business. I want to help other small businesses successfully market their stuff online. I am not talking Etsy, I'm talking real businesses, not mom and pop stores, but starting there is not a bad idea. Ideally I am looking for businesses willing to pay a few thousand or more a year on their marketing efforts. People may say that's too much, but if you think that marketing is expensive, as the saying goes, try not doing it.

Marketing is making this huge change from a phone book, static thinking mentality, to a moving force, which like everything else is constantly changing. Due to the fact that most businesses are stuck in the static phase and wondering why it isn't working, the business opportunity is huge. So that is my up-date for the day. I will continue to morrow with how it's going. Or something similar.

Friday, March 19, 2010

The Jokes On You

My brother sent me this post that is too funny not to share:
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND
THINKING, SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD.

WELL . . . YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE.


MY NAME IS ALICE , AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST
APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.


I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA ON THE WALL, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME.
SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME
NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 30-ODD YEARS AGO.


COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?


UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.


THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD
TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE.


AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK
HIGH SCHOOL .


'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.


WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED.


HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1975. WHY DO YOU ASK?'


YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED.


HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.


THEN, THAT UGLY,

OLD,

BALD,

WRINKLED FACED,

FAT-ASSED,

GRAY-HAIRED,

DECREPIT

SON-OF-A-BITCH

ASKED, 'WHAT DID YOU TEACH???

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

"Will You Wear Blue?"

I got this post in an email this morning. I no longer forward emails that I feel are important, instead I research them and send them out over the Internet through other marketing channels. Much better coverage.
Looking up the background on the message, I found that it had been around since December of 2007, possibly earlier because there were 523,000 hits for my quoted Google search. I also found references to wearing blue to show support for the ocean and other reasons for wearing blue:

WILL YOU WEAR BLUE???

International Picture of the Year
Here are two very touching photos honored this year:



First Place
Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News

When 2nd Lt. James Cathey's body arrived at the Reno Airport , Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac.

During the arrival of another Marine's casket last year at Denver International Airport , Major Steve Beck described the scene as so powerful: 'See the people in the windows? They sat right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what's going through their minds, knowing that they're on the plane that brought him home,' he said 'They will remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They're going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should.'



Second Place
Todd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News

The night before the burial of her husband's body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. 'I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,' she said. 'I think that's what he would have wanted'

PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING!
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Blue Fridays.

Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing blue every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the 'silent majority' We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.

Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something blue. By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of blue much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in BLUE and it will let our troops know the once 'silent' majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is .'We need your support and your prayers.' Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something blue every Friday.

IF YOU AGREE -- THEN SEND THIS ON.

Will wearing blue on Friday catch on? The best answer that I got was from another blog, http://statesoftheunion.blogspot.com/2007/12/will-you-wear-blue.html.
I think I’ll show my actual support by continuing to try to get veteran’s benefits passed through congress, treating soldiers with respect when they return, trying to get my congressman to supply them with adequate equipment and armor, and working on getting the troops home ...

Even though the writer thought the act ineffectual, he was affected by the post enough to write about it in his own blog.
Will I wear blue? If I remember. And that is probably the downfall of campaigns like this. But I will think more about the troops. I spent the last half hour working on getting this message across.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Will You Dance With Me?

Got this from my friend Helen Breeding. It is so true. Don't know who the author is, but the message is pretty profound. We have to stop and smell the roses, always.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine. I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you? How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television? I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.' And my personal favorite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together. Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect ! We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Joey toilet-trained.. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet... We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.. Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.' When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.. My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home , I would have died happy. Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to.....not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you. Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi? When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away..... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.