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Wow. I’m in the money!

Posted 31 Jan 2012 — by admin
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What would be your reaction, if one day you wake up, and learn that an amount of money beyond your wildest dreams awaits you to spend, as you please? Might you be the type of person that would immediately jump up and down and scream in a state of wild excitement, or are you the type that would keep an outward state of calm while inwardly jumping up and down and screaming in a state of wild excitement? Psychologists call this reaction, hearing about a pot of money soon to land in your lap, by the scientific name of ‘Exuberance, due to luck.’ A scientific label is necessary, otherwise you’d be accused of being a ranting nut job before the world realized your good fortune. Wouldn’t it be better for you to run around in circles and yell, ‘I’ve got a medical condition called, ‘Exuberance, due to luck.’ Today, everything in life is compartmentalized.

Exuberance can’t last forever. You’re still high, just not as high as you were earlier. So your next reaction is the spoken ‘I can’t believe it’ or the lightheadedness before fainting. ‘Exuberance, due to luck, numero deux’ is the official name. Try not to injure yourself.

The next stage unfortunately requires some effort. That’s hard to believe considering the money that awaits you will transfer you into a new work classification, retirement. In such a state of euphoria, pliers will be needed to reshape your over smiling face back to a normal expression. Or consider using a plastic surgeon.

More downside from euphoria surfaces, and a new formula emerges: Euphoria, due to luck, minus Skepticism. Before, dollar signs played a wishful thinking role in your dreams. Now, the news brought a real number into the open. A number in a dream with many zeros and commas changes from an abstract thought to a reality. But will it happen? Clarity arrives and merging the metaphors of hot money and cold cash will have to wait. Skepticism produces the sweat, the dry mouth. Drinking water won’t help. Getting your hands on the money will cure all ailments.

You’ve reached another stage, and matters must move quickly. State the obvious, ‘Where is the money?’ We need to eliminate the element of uncertainty and get to the equation, ‘I’m exuberant, due to luck. Tell me where the money is located.’ This stage in the process is crucial. Otherwise, all would be recreation knowing no sum of money exists at your disposal. Worse yet, if the Grinch takes away your bonanza, handkerchiefs or paper tissues would be the windfall to prevent the oceans of tears from dripping onto clothing. It’s bad enough to have a ‘hit the jackpot’ bonanza ripped away from you. Getting a nasty cold caused by wearing wet clothes is irrational.

Before running to the bank to claim our fortune, we have overlooked a crucial question that needs an answer. Will the money make you happy? When I receive the money, will I return to a high state of euphoria? The pertinent question begs, if the money runs out, will I still be happy? Hopefully, you can say, I spent all the money on gimcracks. It was a hell of a run.

Stay tuned for the next installment: ‘Who are the fortunate recipients and how did they earn the claim to the good fortune?’

The Printing Press Exemplum

Posted 02 Jun 2010 — by admin
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‘Print baby, print.’ For decades, that ditty championed the solidarity running the engines of commerce in the United States. Was there a way to verify its validity? In a special Treasury Department facility I visited, large letters on a wall proclaimed the raison d’etre to employees: ‘Print, or die.’

All around me, machinery churned and printed money nonstop, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Engineers remained on standby, ready to repair any breakdown in equipment. Paper inventory stacked to the ceiling, left no room to breath. As soon as some inventory was removed from the shelf, replenishment was immediate. The green ink used in the operation, flowed from holding tanks filled to capacity. I checked for exit signs to higher ground, just in case a tank burst. Overall, business looked good. I imagined plans by management to expand operations were in the works.

Never in history had a U.S. Government operation worked with such flawless precision. I told the green man, manning the ink petcock, how much the operation impressed me. I asked if the media was invited to do a TV or newspaper spread. I said Americans considered all government operations to be failures. This one seemed worth broadcasting loudly. The worker replied he was unaware of any future publicity. I found that strange. Was I wrong to think politicians passed up bragging rights for their successes?

I chummed with the ink man and learned more. The printing presses last year churned out tens and twenties. The preferred image on money printed this year was Benjamin Franklin’s picture: the $100 denomination. The ink man heard through the grapevine the money would be invested in the stock market. The Treasury would make sure. I was rocked back on my heels. Huh? Read More

Struggles and Triumphs of Writing My First Book

Posted 16 Apr 2010 — by admin
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The biggest struggle I faced writing my book, was learning how to write English. As a business executive, writing quality reports to my superiors or clients proved easy. My mind and my ability to compose words melded. Words on the page jumped out at the reader. Magic would describe the process. I’ve heard that many touts at racetracks are illiterate, except when reading the racing forms or odds boards. For now, call me a semi-illiterate.

My effort to complete a mature work, connecting action to thoughts was passionate. Needed was instruction and serious practice. I scribbled compared to writing business reports. I tried to connect with an editor to help. When interviewing prospects, they looked at my drafts and politely said I had a long way to go. I knew the samples were poorly written. The problem went further: What are you talking about? The subject matter is incomprehensible. Find another editor.

I eventually found my writing coach and editor, Ian Leask, who understood my thinking. At first, our relationship worked similar to a TV show or movie, as if I roomed in an insane asylum. I wasn’t actually locked up in a cage in a guarded building. He role played, metaphorically being a doctor, dressed in a white uniform, visiting his patient in a locked room. After reviewing a draft I’d sent, his opening mantra was consistent; did I know what sort of rubbish I submitted? The time allotted listening to my response was limited to one minute. My nonsensical response was to understand why the chapter I submitted had so many editing marks on the margins. Hearing his response, I dared not ask at what grade level my writing belonged. I needed strength to rise above my doldrums. Compose good sentences and logical paragraphs; you’ll be set free from the asylum and allowed to live with your family. That was the agreement. Read More