Showing 1-20 of 82 results in 0.73s suggest a link
tawheedkader.com/2010/11/what-not-to-do-in-life
What Not to do in Life - Some of the Best Advice I've HeardNov 2010 - Usually, when I come across articles such as “There is no speed limit” by Derek Sivers, or “How to make wealth” by Paul Graham (both incredibly mind-bending articles in my opinion on how to think about life), I usually tweet it out, or re-blog it on Tumblr ..guzey.com/personal/what-should-you-do-with-your-life
What Should You Do with Your Life? Directions and Advice - Alexey GuzeyShare it with people working in your area (cold emails and twitter are great for this! Harshita Arora’s List of opportunities, grants, fellowship programs, contests and things like that for young ambitious people The way to end up with a good plan is not to..goodreads.com/book/show/12609433-the-power-of-habit
The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business by Charles DuhiggTalked about success through good habits - organizational skills ----addictions- habits hard to break and how to create new ones -- lots of repetition. Talked about success through good habits - organizational skills ----addictions- habits hard to break and..ticci.org/what-i-do-for-a-living
What I Do for a LivingBut since I was diagnosed with cancer 12 months ago, every time a doctor arrived at “What do you do for a living?” my parents remained silent, turning to look at me. To keep me focused and relaxed, one of the doctors puts a hand on my shoulder and asks, “So..quora.com/I-am-bored-of-life-What-should-I-do
I am bored of life. What should I do?Change your vision from security, survival, savings, stability to changing the world, impacting many lives, to see dreams turn into reality. Explore life, different realms, relocate, restart career, make new goals for body, plan a path of mental growth and ..colemanzone.com/Time_Machine_Project/filby.htm
Interview with Alan Young Conducted by Don Coleman on October 19,1999 at the home of Alan Young in Studio City, CA. Alan Young as he appears today Don : At what point did you change your name from Angus to Alan. Alan : Well, I was very young. I was 19 years old when I came to America and they called me Agnus. They couldn't get the name right, in New York. And I'd say, "No that's Angus" and they'd say, "No, that's a cow." So when you are 19, you know, you don't like that so I changed it to Alan. Don : Do you have a Scottish background? Alan : Yes, we moved to Scotland when I was a little boy. Moved from England. I was born on the border. We moved to Edinburgh and then we sailed from Edinburgh to Canada. I'm Scottish really. Don : Have you ever gone to the Scottish Games in Orange County? Alan : No, but I've been to them here and in Canada. I used to play the bagpipes for the ones in Canada but I haven't been to Orange County, no. My sister is there and she goes. Don : Well maybe you can get down there some time. Alan : I will. Don : In your book, you mentioned that when George contacted you about doing "The Time Machine" that he told you that it would probably be a three week shoot? Did it turn out to be that way? Alan : Yes, about. It wasn't a hard three weeks. I suppose it was three weeks. Don : I wasn't sure if that was your part of it or the entire shoot. Alan : No, no, just my part with the cast. Then the part with Rod and Yvette took up the rest of the time. I don't know how long that took. Then the special effects, of course, would take up time. Don : I was curious as to what you were able to contribute to the characters of both Jamie and David Filby. Alan as 17 year old James Filby (Jamie) Alan : Well, I think that I wrote in the book that he paid me so little for "Tom Thumb", and he said, " you know when we do "Time Machine" I want you to do that character. Then when he called me up, when I was out here he said, "you'll do the part", but he said "I can't pay you as much money as I paid you for "Tom Thumb." But he said, "I'll let you do whatever you want with the character." So I said that I would like to make him Scottish and to do that, if you dye my hair red so that when my son comes in, he's got red hair too, so that we'll know the connection. So George said fine. Anything you said to George was fine. If he didn't like it he wouldn't say that, but it was fine. Play it anyway you like. Scottish, it'd be good. George meeting Jamie in 1918. Don : I really enjoyed the accent. Alan : Well Rod was English, or Australian, but he had a more English accent. And then we had another two Englishmen in there so I thought well that's fine so let's put a Scotsman in there. Don : Did you pick that up when you were living in Scotland? Alan : My father had an accent. I had a slight accent when I was raised in Canada as I was raised in a Scottish community and you just don't loose it. So, but I had lost it when I came to America, intentionally. But I just went back to my old accent. Alan as David Filby Don : I was wondering if you recall which order the sequences were shot in? I know a lot of the time scenes are often shot totally out of sequence. Alan : Yeah. George tried to shoot in sequence as I recall. I have the shooting schedule packed away somewhere. I have a couple copies of the original scripts. I think the opening scene around the table was the first one we shot. In fact, I am pretty certain because he had the big cast and to save money you get rid of the big cast as soon as you can. Don : Right. Alan : So he did those scenes, then the scene in the living room was next and the others fell into sequence. Don : Ok, I see. Did they do a life mask on you for the old age makeup? Were there appliance pieces made for you? Alan : Yes, I think they did a life mask. I had it done for some show or picture. Maybe it was that one. I know when I played myself, when I played Filby, at the age of , no it wouldn't be Filby it would be his son, at the age of 90 or so, they had rubber. I got made up in the morning for the whole day's shoot and they put the rubber stuff on me and we were shooting out of doors and the makeup man gave me a bottle of spirit gum and said that's to stick the pieces back on if they come off cuz I can't go out there with you because George can't afford a second man. They didn't shoot my scene until three in the afternoon and you could almost see the gutta percha showing because bits were pulling off. I had to stick it back on. It wasn't a full mask it was just pieces. Alan in old age makeup for the 1966 sequence. Don : I assumed that it was just probably bags under the eyes and that type of thing. Alan : Yeah and if he had waited, I could have had my own! But finally George said I can't shoot a close-up because I can see the rubber pieces peeling off. Don : Right. Alan : That man was brilliant. I don't know how he did it. Don : Did they do makeup tests on you for that? Alan : No we didn't. He just didn't have the time or the money. He knew how to make up an old man so that was that. He knew what he wanted. I forget the makeup man. He was a good makeup man. Don : Bill Tuttle? Alan : Yeah, Bill Tuttle! He knew what he was doing. Don : Do you recall how long it took to put that on? Alan : It wasn't a short time. Maybe an hour or so. Don : Did they take it off for you or did they leave you to your own devices to remove it? Alan : I don't recall. I think that I took it off myself. Just peel it off and throw it away, that's all. Don : Now a days they pamper everybody. Alan : Oh yes, well they did then with a show that had a budget but M.G.M. was going broke then and they knew George Pal would always make up for any deficiencies in the production. Which he did. So they let him do it. You know, if you can do the job they let you do it. Don : Just as long as it doesn't cost them anymore money. Alan : Absolutely, that way they don't have to pay anymore. Don : In the opening sequence when you are walking across the street from the department store to George's house, you are almost run over by a person on a bicycle... Alan : Oh yeah. Don : Is that you doing the voice saying "Excuse me, Mr. Filby"? It sounds very much like you. I always wondered if it was you. ...In fact, I am pretty certain because he had the big cast and to save money you get rid of the big cast as soon as you can.| Alan :||No, as I say George was pretty sure what he wanted and we were pretty sure to do it that way because that was what he wanted!..calnewport.com/blog/2012/02/24/dont-know-what-to-do-with-your-life-seek-bargains
Don't Know What To Do With Your Life? Seek Bargains. - Study Hacks - Cal NewportFeb 2012 - In my last post, I argued that the right way to build a remarkable life is to first identify the traits that define your vision of “remarkable,” then pursue only jobs that will reward you with these traits if and when you master rare and valuable skills. Bo..psychologytoday.com/us/blog/curious/201502/what-do-scientists-know-about-finding-purpose-in-life
What Do Scientists Know About Finding a Purpose in Life?Welcome to the psychology of ultimate concerns where one preposition determines whether or not we have moved beyond the province of science (purpose in life versus purpose of life). That is, scientists have shown that people that score higher on a questionn..angelfire.com/nd/domneal/powar.html
John Thomas MURRAY 1905 - 1981NEW ZEALAND 2nd ECHELON 7th ANTI TANK REGIMENT.No. 25703STALAG XVIIIAKRIEGSGEFANGENER "Prisoner of War" REMEMBERED WITH HONOUR They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. The Europe Star, The Africa Star, Victory Medal, The New Zealand Defence Medal. To be taken prisoner in war must be a devastating experience. The wonder is that the morale of all servicemen in Prisoner of War camps reached and maintained such heights. The stories of hardships and frustration are outshone by the discipline, self-control and generous collaboration, which helped so many to survive and to keep alive the determination never to give in. It was also thanks to that comradeship in adversity that there were so many attempts to escape. Prisoners had a very hard time, but the life of a prison guard was never allowed to be easy. For those of us who were fortunate enough to avoid capture, it is almost impossible to imagine what it must have been like. We can read about it and watch films about it, but it is only others with that experience, who can begin to understand what it meant to be caged in a Prisoner of War camp. It seems to me that one of the great values of the National Ex-Prisoner of War Association must be its unique ability to fully comprehend the problems and the needs of its members. The knowledge that there is an organisation 'out there' which can offer the right kind of help at the right time as they get older and more vulnerable must be a great comfort for its members. His Royal Highness The Duke of Edinburgh. 2nd February 2001. Excerpt: German Field Orders on the use of Firearms against Prisoners of War: "THE SERVICE REGULATIONS FOR PRISONER OF WAR AFFAIRS DO NOT PROVIDE FOR ANY WARNING SHOTS. SHOULD THE OCCASION FOR THE USE OF FIREARMS ARISE, THEY MUST BE FIRED WITH THE INTENT TO HIT". CAPTURED IN GREECE The Battle of Kalamata which took place on 28th April, 1941, in the southern Peloponnese in Greece although almost unknown by most New Zealanders, was the scene of the final and fiercest clash during the battle for Greece in 1941. It would seem that many veterans of this campaign were incarcerated at Stalag XVIII. It also appears that when the evacuation of Greece by Allied troops became inevitable, organised fighting troops were given priority in the evacuation. Ultimately around 10,000 troops, made up from administrative and support servicemen, together with isolated fighting groups were left on the beaches at Kalamata, Mount Olympus, and Corinth Canal to become prisoners of war. There were British, Australian, New Zealand and Greek men within this group. After many adventures, it seems that most of these passed the rest of the war in Stalag XVIIIA or one of its satellite camps. It seems that some allied prisoners taken at the fall of Crete were also interned at Stalag 18. Crete was the scene of the first major parachute invasion of the War. Although it was ultimately successful, so many German parachute troops died in the attack that Hitler decided against using such tactics for the rest of the War. The British, however, did not learn from this and many British parachute troops were to suffer at Arnhem towards the end of the War). A British man Mr. Horlington who is the secretary of The Brotherhood of Veterans of the Greek Campaign 1940-41, and friends have been responsible for the erection of a marble and bronze memorial at Kalamata.It would seem that many veterans of this campaign were incarcerated at Stalag XVIII. The inscription reads: IN MEMORY OF THE ALLIED FORCES AND GREEKS WHO FELL AT THE BATTLE OF KALAMATA, 28 April 1941, OR WHO WERE TAKEN PRISONER OR ESCAPED TO FIGHT AGAIN THAT THE WORLD MIGHT BE FREE. Artillery of the New Zealand Second Echelon comprised. The 5th FIELD, 31st BATTERY, 32nd BATTERY and 7th ANTI-TANK. Since 2-pounder anti-tank guns were difficult to come by in England, the anti-tank gunners trained with 18-pounders and French 75-mm left over from World War 1. They held their first anti-tank shoot at Waiouru at end of Feb 1940. They left Wellington 2 May 1940 on the Aquitania with Maj RC Queree temporarily commanding. Commanding Officer: LtCol CSJ Duff Oct 1940 - May 1941. Main engagements: Greece, Libya, CRUSADER, Syria, Minqar Qaim, Alamein, SUPERCHARGE, Tripoli, Tunisia, Italy. The Regiment took part in every campaign in which the 2nd NZ Division was involved except Crete.The bulk of the Regiment was evacuated direct from Greece to Egypt. The Regiment was disbanded in Italy on 15 December 1945. Men of the 7th Anti-tank used: 2-pounder anti-tank guns 6-pounder anti-tank guns 17-pounder anti-tank guns 18-pounder field guns 4.5-inch howitzers 75-mm French field guns 4.2-inch heavy mortars M10 self-propelled guns They also lifted mines, laid smoke canisters, went into action with small arms and maintained beacons to guide night bombers. Between 1940 and 1945, 6068 New Zealanders died on active service in Europe and 513 died in captivity. EMBARCATION FROM NEW ZEALAND.By Ivan Dominikovich On the 15th of May 1940 my Uncle Jack Murray enlisted in the 10th Reinforcements Royal New Zealand Artillery. On the 15 Mar 1941 L/Bdr Jack Murray arrived in Suez Egypt a member of the 7th Anti Tank Regiment, a few weeks at Maadi Camp and he was on his way to Greece. When Greece capitulated in late April the order to evacuate all Allied troops was given. We then had terrible news, Jack was missing in action. He was fighting with his unit in the Corinth Canal area which is a waterway that runs through a dramatic gorge, that divides the Peloponnese from the Greek mainland. There was only one road bridge crossing this formidable natural obstacle. It could not be crossed by any other means because of the sheer sides of the cliffs. In the early hours of the 26th April 1941, gliders and JU-52 transport aircraft left airfields in occupied Greece and Albania for the short journey to Corinth. At daybreak, several DFS-230 light assault gliders landed on the approaches to the bridge. On the afternoon of the 27th, the German 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment jumped in to secure the area surrounding Corinth and mop up any resistance still left. The Germans lost 63 killed, 16 missing and 174 wounded in the operation. Various points along the coast were attacked and bombed by the Germans pursuing the ANZAC troop withdrawal. The British themselves bombed the Corinth Canal and blew up the remaining bridges in their retreat. The New Zealanders set up machineguns at Thermopylae in an attempt to cover the ANZAC retreat and were bombed, and then captured, by the German advance. New Zealand lost 300 killed in Greece and a further 1800 troops were taken prisoner. Everyone at home of course thought the worst about Uncle Jack, and not a word was heard until the 28th of June 1941 when a cable from Red Cross in Geneva Switzerland annouced that he was interned in a Prison Camp in Austria. They also broadcast over the neutral Vatican Radio with information supplied from the German Red Cross, we heard the news over the radio one Sunday morning, which confirmed that John T Murray No 25703 of New Zealand was a prisoner of war in a Stalag in Austria. Members of his unit were left behind in the retreat and were on the run in the Greek hills in the Corinth Canal area from the Germans for nearly a month. Jack and his mate found an abandoned vehicle which contained army pay, they carefully hid the money before they realised it was occupation money and valueless. Eventually about 50 allied soldiers were in a loose group hiding in the hills, food was supplied by Greek peasants and farmers, when they awoke one morning they were surrounded by armed troops and were rounded up. A horrific slow journey by train, fifty men to a cattle wagon, up through Greece and Yugoslavia to Austria followed, with some of them dying on the way. They suffered cold, hunger, and lack of sleep as the train made its way up through Yugoslavia to Marburg in Austria and the final destination of Stalag 18A at Wolfsberg. The Camp Commandants, name was Hauptmann Steiner. It was on Hitlers orders that the German troops capture prisoners of war in Greece, so that they could get the benefit of the propaganda and publicity. It appears most of the British and Commonwealth POW's were housed in an old stable, divided into two with an ablution area in the middle, the other prisoners were in wooden huts, each holding about thirty men. As the numbers of prisoners increased more huts were supplied, each hut was filled with three-tier bunks and a stove in the middle. Russian POW's began to arrive at Stalag XVIIIA soon after Germany invaded Russia in 1941. These men were in a very poor state, most having traveled more than a thousand miles with very little food. Unfortunately they brought typhus into the camp and many prisoners died of the disease before it could be brought under control by the British doctors. Russia was not a signatory to the Geneva Convention and so these prisoners received no Red Cross parcels or gifts from home. Every day a sack would be circulated around the British compound for any food that could be spared but this was far too little for so many. Jack was to be a prisoner for 4 and half long years, escaping for a brief period on one occasion. Prisoners did not usually stay long in Stalag 18A, at this time as it was a clearing camp for the scores of working camps throughout Austria. Within a few days of arrival he was sent on a Work Party known as Arbeitskommando to a farming area as labour for the farmers. He sometimes worked on farms to bring in the Grape harvest, they used to sneak bottles of grape leavings at the botton of the barrels back to camp and water it down to a drinkable wine. Really the work in its self was slave labour, because it was no work, no food. Jack said most of the farmers treated them all rig...Ultimately around 10,000 troops, made up from administrative and support servicemen, together with isolated fighting groups were left on the beaches at Kalamata, Mount Olympus, and Corinth Canal to become prisoners of war. They also broadcast over the neutr..fightaging.org/archives/2011/06/there-is-no-i-dont-know-what-to-do-with-my-life
There is no "I don't know what to do with my life" - Fight Aging!Jun 2011 - In our comparatively wealthy modern society, that process of expansion doesn't have to stop when you stop growing in body - except for the fact that we are all limited by the realities of the human condition, and aging in particular. The whole structure of ..marzz30.tripod.com/Mario.index.html
Titles Father Indian Orphans There Is More Than One Religion Magic A Year Dancing With You Fallen Brother Flying I Whisper I Love You Awards Links Bunny's Poetry Native American Poetry Club Beauty & Dreams Web Designs Sherman Alexie . Father Father, would I dance and pray or would I write poetry while watching television with the volume turned down, listening for the words in your footsteps that amplify the silence of this house Father, would I speak to you in some strange tongue or would I talk to you in gestures that only you would understand across the past that seperates us Father, would I take painkillers in your absence or would I inject some hallucinogenic drug into my blood to make me believe in your existence Father, would I wait for you by the door or would I weep suddenly and violently behind closed doors while making love to my girl, to my wife, to myself Father, would I take this heart you gave me and change the world or would I take this hand you gave me and form a fist around my heart, squeezing it until I change the color of my skin? M.L. Feather Go Back To Titles . Indian Orphans Sunday afternoon in the orphanage church We stood with our 1970s corduroy bellbottoms that rubbed against our skin, Peeling layer after layer of sin that settled upon us like rust ...We were 7-year-old antiques left in the rain too long There, we were taught to call you Brother Our red hands sore from being hit when we didnt Were clasped in yours as you taught us about heaven ...We were going to be saved from being Indian While you suffocated us in our sleep with your religion, we called to our parents Some of us holding onto stuffed animals, some of us holding onto pictures Believing tomorrow that they would come and gather us in their arms ...To take us home And sometimes we felt so small against windowpanes That promised us freedom just on the other side That we ran outside just to feel alive ...Just to breathe ...Just to breathe Exhaling it all in gasps of angry thickened breaths That made every sunrise and sunset explode in Red Across Heaven and Earth, ...One battle won M.L. Feather Go Back To Titles . There Is More Than One Religion Paul and Rolanda, bootlegged out of their home for 15 years before they finally decided to convert it into a bar. Why not? They were religious in their own right, converting men and women into a religion that would make you believe in every possibility and give you more faith than any book could. They would take your offering of money, foodstamps or even a box of commodity cheese would sometimes suffice as payment for a bottle of liquid religion. By the time their house became a bar we had all become faithful followers. We would listen to whoever felt the power of liquor flowing through their blood first preach about the evils of the white man and his ways and by the time the night was through we all had felt that surge of inevitable false power that filled our heads with glory. But, in that tiny bar, where disciples of Jack Daniels would heal broken hearts by playing Percy Sledge on the jukebox and those with nothing more than a drink and a pocket full of wishes would dream of dancing with the finest Indian women on the reservation. Sometimes, you and I would find ourselves sitting across from each other swearing we would never fall in love again. The first time, we fell in love, you told me that through the smoke and flashing neon you could tell I was different then the rest. Maybe, it was the way I walked with a certain swagger or the way I talked with confidence when I told you I was and wanted to make things better for everyone on the reservation. And, I could tell you meant it all when you touched my hand and played with my braids. I told you, that through the dark and drunken laughter that I had always felt different about you. Maybe, it was the way you held me close when we danced or how the men always had their eyes on you like you were some kind of prize out of a crackerjack box. But, you always seemed to find your way back to me and I never saw you as a prize. I saw you as a gift. Sunday morning we found ourselves entangled in each others arms and legs and I felt the sun warm on our bodies as it streamed through your dreams and knew we couldnt be. You, with your countless scars on your heart and me with mine were made for one night to heal each other. Sundays have a way of bringing out the truth. But, that was so long ago and now we find ourselves sitting here immersed in our own religion, swearing we would never fall in love again. Taking one drink closer to healing one another knowing Sunday morning we would have visited heaven for one night. M.L. Feather Go Back To Titles . Magic Magic makes the world go round. Dance me just beyond forgiveness Dance me just beyond tomorrow, always Phone calls in the night, we talked for hours and sometimes never talking for hours just listening to each other breathe so we knew the other was alive and waiting for the next word to travel hundreds of miles back to when we first met. You, with your braids and me with mine, facing each other waiting for the next song to play, waiting for the next dance to begin, waiting for B11 on the jukebox to play our song, waiting to be carried away by reservation currents that drown the hopeless and strip young lovers of innocence. Hold me tight against your body while we dance until it ends and while we wait for the next dance to begin. Take me in the spotlight and wrap me in your braids and Ill wrap you in mine, together making magic out of cigarette smoke and dreams. Dance me just beyond forgiveness Dance me just beyond tomorrow, always And it will be magic, it will be magic. M.L.Feather Go Back To Titles . A Year January, the white commodity truck disappears into the stinging snow after delivering government food, a white ghost. Cupboards are full once again with peas, carrots, peaches, and pears instead of tiny handprints in the dust, searching. Kettles of water are boiling, waiting for the familiar touch of macaroni to swirl in its waters and children wait in anticipation. February, anticipating Valentine's Day to show how much we love one another. One day of warmth, one day to show how much you love and are loved, one day out of 365. A single rose and a card along with cans of beer decorate the kitchen table. Dirty dishes are piled up with children's wishes for the stench of beer and their parent's love of it to evaporate like the winter snow. Another day in paradise on the reservation. March, reservation madness storms in like a lion, sweeping across treetops until it enters into every single body, settling into bones. It makes some believe in Jesus and drives others to suicide and we blame it all on the wind and the Preachers are making their way from house to house trying to give us something to believe in. April, I believe the old ones went away, someplace far, far away, to someplace better. They disappeared the night the stars refused to shine and they whispered into everyone's ears, "Try and make it without us." It was the last thing anyone ever heard from them and everyone cried when the stories finally died. We won't make it very far. May, far down the river, we found the remnants of a song floating on a current. The words melted together with the rushing water and we were left to figure out the words on our own. I thought I heard the song say this, "Through all time, We crossed every line To make things better for you When you look at the sky, so blue Remember, we are here for you We are here for you We are here for you." June, you walked down the aisle hand in hand with a dream that you had found something better than this and then you called a few weeks later crying that your husband had beaten you, just like your mothers husband and her mother's husband. An unbreakable chain in the circle that we dance around. The man at the liquor store holds the key that keeps husbands full of hatred and keeps them locked in. July, locked in a circle in the summer heat, dancing around the powwow arena, leaving our footprints upon the earth to show that we are still here. The passion of the music, shook the souls of the white visitors into finally believing that we do carry something special inside of us and the power of the music shook the cobwebs of everyday life out of our systems for a few days, leaving us to feel free once again. August, again the winds blew across the land, lifting everything from its place, even the rocks were moved, changing their shape, to that of a timeless form. All the Indians who were outside, on that day the wind blew, became birds for a few hours. Some became Eagles and others became Hawks, but no matter what they were, all those who were inside on that day, envied them and aspired to fly like them for the rest of their lives. September, lives sometimes become invisible, they become walking ghosts. The man on the corner we pretend to not see, asks for change, but he is asking for something more. The woman screaming for help in her apartment, we pretend not to hear, but we hear her in our dreams and in memories of our own mothers screaming. Our own lives become invisible too, when we pretend not to see and hear. October, hear the laughter of children as they walk from house to house dressed in their Halloween costumes. Boys are dressed as their favorite heroes, Batman, Spiderman and Superman. The girls are dressed as Barbie, Angels, and Pocahontas. One boy came as a beggar and I asked him why did he choose that to wear. He answered, "I am dressed like my Father." November, Fathers, remember the time we played catch behind the house and you told us about the time you dreamed of becoming pro baseball players. One day, we waited behind the house for you t...One day of warmth, one day to show how much you love and are loved, one day out of 365. June, you walked down the aisle hand in hand with a dream that you had found something better than this and then you called a few weeks later crying that your husband ha..vladmkrtumyan.blogspot.com/2014/05/what-to-do-when-interviewing-or-meeting.html
The life of a wantrepreneur: What to do when interviewing or meeting someone SuccessfulMay 2014 - One of my favorite interviewers is Jake Hamilton check him out (he happens to interview movie stars and directors doing a great job): As long as people don't give you a direct no, such as: "Very sorry, but can't do this thank you" or "Sorry man heads down r..moxie.org/2013/01/07/career-advice.html
Moxie Marlinspike >> Blog >> Career AdviceJan 2013 - In 1971, Dr. Philip Zimbardo conducted a psychological experiment that is now popularly known as the “Stanford Prison Experiment.” He constructed a makeshift simulated prison in the basement of Stanford University’s psychology department, took a group of vo..