Sunday, March 25, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Shitty Networking
It's easy at networking events to fall into the trap/habit of "Hi I'm X, I do X, here's my card."
But the real way you make connections is by giving people the value of genuine human interaction. Treat them like a good friend and they will inquire as to who you are and what you do. That is where the real opportunities are.
Immediately coming at someone in a way that says you want something from them, doesn't work. Genuine interest in them and valuable conversation will do more. Give more than you take by offering to help them with a business endeavor or what have you, expecting nothing in return.
Building a human relationship comes before a business partnership (most of the time).
When you are still an unknown nobody, you rise to the top of the crowd of X-ers by standing as someone people would want to collaborate with. You personality makes your skills desirable when you haven't made it yet.
This very valuable lesson recently clicked for me through real life experience, though I've heard it many times on podcasts, etc.
If you are an ambitious individual, fighting you way to success in whatever you're doing, a successful strategy in networking will only benefit you.
But the real way you make connections is by giving people the value of genuine human interaction. Treat them like a good friend and they will inquire as to who you are and what you do. That is where the real opportunities are.
Immediately coming at someone in a way that says you want something from them, doesn't work. Genuine interest in them and valuable conversation will do more. Give more than you take by offering to help them with a business endeavor or what have you, expecting nothing in return.
Building a human relationship comes before a business partnership (most of the time).
When you are still an unknown nobody, you rise to the top of the crowd of X-ers by standing as someone people would want to collaborate with. You personality makes your skills desirable when you haven't made it yet.
This very valuable lesson recently clicked for me through real life experience, though I've heard it many times on podcasts, etc.
If you are an ambitious individual, fighting you way to success in whatever you're doing, a successful strategy in networking will only benefit you.
Monday, March 12, 2018
Sarajevo: The Video
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My new video is up! It serves as a music video fro Sarajevo and also as a visual exercise. By visual exercise I mean "let's make something artsy and use up all our spare clips."
Please enjoy and subscribe to my channel if you like my work.
My new video is up! It serves as a music video fro Sarajevo and also as a visual exercise. By visual exercise I mean "let's make something artsy and use up all our spare clips."
Please enjoy and subscribe to my channel if you like my work.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Vulpes Vulpes
The curtains parted. Into the spotlight walked the fox; his red
coat shined on the stage for the whole audience to see. He stood up on his hind legs. The two hundred or so theatre goers, in their
tuxedos and ball gowns, looked on in anticipation of what the fox would say.
“I Am God,” he said. The audience sat transfixed. “I command your attention like the sea from a
cliff top, or the sun when it peaks through an overcast sky.”
A cat wearing 18th century English
colonial attire entered stage left. He
looked to the fox and said, “What are you called, fox?”
The fox dropped down to all fours. With his tail up in an ‘s’ shape and his head
held high, he said, “Vulpes, to the second power!” A pink banner unrolled vertically from the
top of the stage. It said, ‘Vulpes’ with
the small 2, in an art deco font. He
paused to pose for the audience, then asked him, “And who are you, clothed cat?”
The cat turned his head stage left and shouted to
someone off stage, “Bring it out!” Two
brown tabbies pushed out a large teal cube that came to the height of the cat’s
shoulder. The tabbies then retreated off
stage left as the cat jumped up upon the cube.
“I am three dimensions!” he said while spreading
his arms wide.
The fox stood back to his hind legs and inquired defiantly,
“You come here and have the arrogance to think the third power would be enough?” The fox turned to stage right and shouted, “Now
is the time!”
A second fox, indistinguishable from the first,
entered stage right and signaled off stage to widen the curtains. Revealed were two giant speakers, one on each
far side of the stage. The two foxes
stood side by side, each with one arm over the other’s shoulder. The cat sat down on the edge of his cube, his
legs hanging over. He watched intrigued,
ready to be amused.
The music began with the slow rise of a wubbing
pulse. After increasing to its peak
volume, a deep bass beat began with foxes kicking in unison to it. The volume was more intense than that at a
loud club. The bass was so strong that
the theatre shook and odd ceiling tiles began to fall into the audience. People began getting up to find cover and
save their ear drums. The kicking foxes
inched closer and closer to the cat’s cube.
The fox’s lyrics kicked in and they were, “Vulpes to the fourth power!” The fox’s lyrical voice was louder than the
beat and by now all the audience had vacated.
The kickers had reached the cube, and they were
kicking it. The cat whistled to the tabbies
and pointed at the exit. The need to
escape returned the cat to quadrupedal movement. He leapt on all fours over the kicking foxes,
stood up, and tipped his hat to the fox.
The three felines exited the theatre as the music was revving up to a
bass drop.
Outside, a platoon of mounted soldiers, also cats,
wearing shining cuirasses and holding burning torches, waited in twilight. The cat went up to the platoon’s commander
and gave the order, “Drop the Bass.”
The bass dropped, with music easily audible
throughout the square. The dragoons
barred the theatre doors and began to fire it with their torches. In minutes the structure burst into an
inferno. The music only stopped once the
burning roof collapsed in on the stage.
The cat looked on at the charred heap of rubble and
said, “Foxes are squares.”
-Story by Zytroft, 2018
Monday, March 5, 2018
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