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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Oprah will never leave us if you play the Oprah Game
Twenty five years of Oprah and the next step could be rehab.
You’ve heard of or have already dealt with Empty Nest Syndrome? EOS is the unexplained nobody understands silent empty! The talk show host’s final performance has become more viral than a video on You Tube.
Empty Oprah Syndrome has introduced daily viewers to a new shade of the blues; cranky, no juice to put in eight hours of work, a dry feeling in the instantly pick me up department and several times you land on Channel 9 here in Charlotte hoping your girl is pulling off a fast one like rock stars and Michael Jordan that say they’re retiring but never do.
Oh it’s not over! I can’t believe the Stock Market hasn’t plummeted sending gas prices above five bucks! Tack on Mary Hart leaving Entertainment Tonight, Katy Couric departing from the CBS Evening News and American Idol, the Biggest Loser and Celebrity Apprentice wrapping up the season.
Anyone wanna talk about bosses today?
Did I mention ABC has pulled the plug on One Life to Live and Days of Our Lives?
Doesn’t seem like much until you look at the entire picture; television is our hourly high, weekend buzz, evening after work fix, legal drug and although it’s completely illegal for us to drive and watch TV there are billions of SUV’s with flat screens in the backseat.
For God’s sake we’re being forced to go outside and find something new to do!
So how do you get over Empty Nest Syndrome? While you surf what little cable television has to offer I find myself still walking into my daughter’s former room to catch a vibe of what used to be. I refuse to paint over the places she used as an expression piece. The rock band stickers on the windows are still there. The stuffed animals have been neatly placed in a box to which I can get to at any time. Then it happens, her kids spend the weekend and wham! Looking into their tiny eyes I see Jenny all over again and again.
Please let’s talk about how evil bosses are!
To be empty doesn’t mean you are without but rather free from…
No more Oprah means a new beginning of exploring; locating new shows to call your own or taking what you learned from her seven billion hours of broadcast and becoming part of the community. Look at the members of the media she put focus on Dr. Oz, Dr. Phil, Suzy Orman, Tyler Perry and more. Study their path and you’ll discover that each of them are deeply dug into the roots of common people’s lives and work everyday on trying to bring peace to all rather than just a self that’s never satisfied.
Now you wanna talk about bosses don’t you? Can’t deal with this positive Arroe stuff…
I never watched Seinfeld, Mash, Bob Barker or Bill Cosby…I chose instead to better understand their commitment to the public that supported them. Once within those pages I found their true life and style to be far more entertaining than handwritten drama on legal drug number one…television.
I know…that requires a little elbow grease and with TV you just need a thumb and index finger to hit the DVR during the commercials. Give me my Oprah high!
We loved it when she tore up the screen with earth shattering interviews with Hollywood’s elite. Bawled our eyes out beyond being dry when reality struck a chord in a reality your parents never talked about; Late Night giants like Letterman, Jon Stewart and Jay Leno were never as politically incorrect as Oprah…if she saw fit, she didn’t hold back Oprah laid out the truth like a true Broadcasting genius.
Will there be another? Nope. Just like there’ll never be another Walter Cronkite, John Wayne, Lennon, Dylan and pizza pizza guy for Little Caesars.
Tina Turner said it best, “We don’t need another hero.”
Grab the strings and guide the un-Oprah generation to their next level of success. Look at the real talent and her true message and make it part of your destination. Rather than wait for life to happen…or the next big daytime talker to influence your need to buy more books…do the do and make your self the leader.
The passing of Oprah means its time for you to take over the family decisions. Now you know The Secret. True Oprah fans know what I’m talking about. Now put it to use for the better.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
You’ve heard of or have already dealt with Empty Nest Syndrome? EOS is the unexplained nobody understands silent empty! The talk show host’s final performance has become more viral than a video on You Tube.
Empty Oprah Syndrome has introduced daily viewers to a new shade of the blues; cranky, no juice to put in eight hours of work, a dry feeling in the instantly pick me up department and several times you land on Channel 9 here in Charlotte hoping your girl is pulling off a fast one like rock stars and Michael Jordan that say they’re retiring but never do.
Oh it’s not over! I can’t believe the Stock Market hasn’t plummeted sending gas prices above five bucks! Tack on Mary Hart leaving Entertainment Tonight, Katy Couric departing from the CBS Evening News and American Idol, the Biggest Loser and Celebrity Apprentice wrapping up the season.
Anyone wanna talk about bosses today?
Did I mention ABC has pulled the plug on One Life to Live and Days of Our Lives?
Doesn’t seem like much until you look at the entire picture; television is our hourly high, weekend buzz, evening after work fix, legal drug and although it’s completely illegal for us to drive and watch TV there are billions of SUV’s with flat screens in the backseat.
For God’s sake we’re being forced to go outside and find something new to do!
So how do you get over Empty Nest Syndrome? While you surf what little cable television has to offer I find myself still walking into my daughter’s former room to catch a vibe of what used to be. I refuse to paint over the places she used as an expression piece. The rock band stickers on the windows are still there. The stuffed animals have been neatly placed in a box to which I can get to at any time. Then it happens, her kids spend the weekend and wham! Looking into their tiny eyes I see Jenny all over again and again.
Please let’s talk about how evil bosses are!
To be empty doesn’t mean you are without but rather free from…
No more Oprah means a new beginning of exploring; locating new shows to call your own or taking what you learned from her seven billion hours of broadcast and becoming part of the community. Look at the members of the media she put focus on Dr. Oz, Dr. Phil, Suzy Orman, Tyler Perry and more. Study their path and you’ll discover that each of them are deeply dug into the roots of common people’s lives and work everyday on trying to bring peace to all rather than just a self that’s never satisfied.
Now you wanna talk about bosses don’t you? Can’t deal with this positive Arroe stuff…
I never watched Seinfeld, Mash, Bob Barker or Bill Cosby…I chose instead to better understand their commitment to the public that supported them. Once within those pages I found their true life and style to be far more entertaining than handwritten drama on legal drug number one…television.
I know…that requires a little elbow grease and with TV you just need a thumb and index finger to hit the DVR during the commercials. Give me my Oprah high!
We loved it when she tore up the screen with earth shattering interviews with Hollywood’s elite. Bawled our eyes out beyond being dry when reality struck a chord in a reality your parents never talked about; Late Night giants like Letterman, Jon Stewart and Jay Leno were never as politically incorrect as Oprah…if she saw fit, she didn’t hold back Oprah laid out the truth like a true Broadcasting genius.
Will there be another? Nope. Just like there’ll never be another Walter Cronkite, John Wayne, Lennon, Dylan and pizza pizza guy for Little Caesars.
Tina Turner said it best, “We don’t need another hero.”
Grab the strings and guide the un-Oprah generation to their next level of success. Look at the real talent and her true message and make it part of your destination. Rather than wait for life to happen…or the next big daytime talker to influence your need to buy more books…do the do and make your self the leader.
The passing of Oprah means its time for you to take over the family decisions. Now you know The Secret. True Oprah fans know what I’m talking about. Now put it to use for the better.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Ryan Seacrest wins another American Idol...
The American Idol finals are tonight…neither Scotty nor Lauren win. Vocal and performance coach Jimmy Iovine takes home one third of the title. Like the Roman’s that once packed the stone covered seats at the coliseum, people were instantly drawn to the once fierce lion Simon who’s crude, rude and daring approach to reality fed a chapter of American history that no longer wanted to be politically correct.
Jimmy upped the seriousness of the music game by bringing four decades of on the road and in the studio know-how to their inexperience. John Lennon, Stevie Nicks, Tom Petty, he engineered Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run and straight into the soul of 90’s style Hip Hop.
Patrick Goldstein from Warner Brother’s claims Jimmy can do anything without making someone feel unhappy.”
Honestly…outside of Haley taking a big chance on the unknown Lady Gaga song where in the season did he go wrong? He didn’t! He totally parked the baseball over the centerfield wall when he invited Lauren to sing her final tune about mothers.
Take ten minutes and Google his comments to the budding stars; spewed from his lungs were lessons that can used in the total rebuilding circumference of everyday business. Showmanship is the key to higher levels of success and how you present it makes you the star to invest in or the real reason why the client won’t return calls.
Music is business and business is good when you allow your path to be laced with dynamics that make you a leader and that begins with vocally connecting with rather than just playing a game played out by close friends that convinced you to give it a shot…
You need energy to win not pats on the back.
Winner number two is Rock n Roll Hall of Famer Steven Tyler from Aerosmith who walked onto a stage that shoulda, coulda been a massive atomic bomb dropped on a world of metal music that doesn’t like sell outs.
I never stopped believing in Steven because I’ve been backstage, falling witness to how he handles fans. He’s a marketing genius in the department of handshakes and eye to eye contact. His massive appeal is based on putting those who buy music first and this season anyone who thought they stood a chance still walked away believing in fifth and sixth chances because the harmony maker from the East Coast knows music comes from the soul and with the right amount of love and honey…even the evil Queen Bee will wait in long lines to become your best friend.
Champion number three; Ryan Seacrest…every generation has a Dick Clark and this radio morning show host is quickly becoming that guy whose picture will be plastered all over the pages of thick books of music history.
The moment Simon scowled and took his fame to another place to play anybody else would’ve walked beside the king of mean. This became Ryan’s year to hold together what little was left and shall end the season knowing we still want more.
James Brown was once coined the hardest working man in show business…being from Georgia there had to be a moment when Seacrest and James met and in that passing breeze fate planted a seed in Ryan’s palm and one day he’ll be recognized for being the radio jock that reignited American Pop Music.
Scotty and Lauren will do fine in the days after American Idol. After tonight like all things linked to fads and fashions their names and song titles will be nothing more than backyard picnic table talk based on, “Who came after Carrie Underwood?”
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Jimmy upped the seriousness of the music game by bringing four decades of on the road and in the studio know-how to their inexperience. John Lennon, Stevie Nicks, Tom Petty, he engineered Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run and straight into the soul of 90’s style Hip Hop.
Patrick Goldstein from Warner Brother’s claims Jimmy can do anything without making someone feel unhappy.”
Honestly…outside of Haley taking a big chance on the unknown Lady Gaga song where in the season did he go wrong? He didn’t! He totally parked the baseball over the centerfield wall when he invited Lauren to sing her final tune about mothers.
Take ten minutes and Google his comments to the budding stars; spewed from his lungs were lessons that can used in the total rebuilding circumference of everyday business. Showmanship is the key to higher levels of success and how you present it makes you the star to invest in or the real reason why the client won’t return calls.
Music is business and business is good when you allow your path to be laced with dynamics that make you a leader and that begins with vocally connecting with rather than just playing a game played out by close friends that convinced you to give it a shot…
You need energy to win not pats on the back.
Winner number two is Rock n Roll Hall of Famer Steven Tyler from Aerosmith who walked onto a stage that shoulda, coulda been a massive atomic bomb dropped on a world of metal music that doesn’t like sell outs.
I never stopped believing in Steven because I’ve been backstage, falling witness to how he handles fans. He’s a marketing genius in the department of handshakes and eye to eye contact. His massive appeal is based on putting those who buy music first and this season anyone who thought they stood a chance still walked away believing in fifth and sixth chances because the harmony maker from the East Coast knows music comes from the soul and with the right amount of love and honey…even the evil Queen Bee will wait in long lines to become your best friend.
Champion number three; Ryan Seacrest…every generation has a Dick Clark and this radio morning show host is quickly becoming that guy whose picture will be plastered all over the pages of thick books of music history.
The moment Simon scowled and took his fame to another place to play anybody else would’ve walked beside the king of mean. This became Ryan’s year to hold together what little was left and shall end the season knowing we still want more.
James Brown was once coined the hardest working man in show business…being from Georgia there had to be a moment when Seacrest and James met and in that passing breeze fate planted a seed in Ryan’s palm and one day he’ll be recognized for being the radio jock that reignited American Pop Music.
Scotty and Lauren will do fine in the days after American Idol. After tonight like all things linked to fads and fashions their names and song titles will be nothing more than backyard picnic table talk based on, “Who came after Carrie Underwood?”
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
What if we took the time to honor?
Memorial Day Weekend; the official kickoff of a brand new summer blanketed with high school graduations, camp for kids, big boats, tiny kayaks, celebrations at Carowinds theme park, sticky melted cotton candy glued to your fingers like double sided tape, spilled beer, burnt to a crisp BBQ with the scent of sauerkraut drifting over the fence from the new neighbors yard.
Three days of all out kick booty drop until you puke excitement that wouldn’t be if it hadn’t been for a group of Southern ladies caught decorating the gravesites of fallen men and women that served this nation during the Civil War.
Northerner’s on the other hand will fight you for this claim to fame saying President Johnson in 1966 declared Waterloo, NY the official birthplace of Memorial Day Weekend. It’s easy to see why; the state of New York was the first to layout the annual groundwork and by 1890 the majority of all northern states had turned the final weekend of May as a place of celebrating their dedication and loyalty.
And the South being the strongest sector of our collected people with its desire and passion do things its own way and with separate design had other plans; Memorial Day in Texas was on January 19th, Alabama, Florida, Georgia and Mississippi set aside April 26th; South Carolina was May 10th followed by Louisiana and Tennessee on June 3rd.
The red Poppy flower has played a major role in all gatherings; although the beautiful bloom with its seeds of distant travels has evolved into an illegal drug…a single stroke from Moina Michael’s writing instrument inspired a nation to display the unforgettable bud:
We cherish too, the Poppy red that grows on fields where valor led. It seems to signal to the skies that blood of heroes never dies.
Moina is said to have been the first to wear the red Poppy later selling flowers to her friends which included a young lady from France who introduced the idea to the Franco-American Children’s League. By 1922 the VFW adopted the vision creating what’s called the Buddy Poppy Program that has raised millions of dollars for disabled and needy veterans.
By now I’ve probably lost your attention; you’ve tossed aside your reasons for stopping in and have begun a new Google search for a website that feeds your need for better natural highs. And it’s this very reason why in December of 2000 the National Moment Remembrance was introduced as a way to keep a growing America in touch with its fading history.
Memorial Day Weekend! No bosses or coworkers with unexpected interruptions, there are giant sales at Wal-Mart, Target, Ford, Lowes and Home Depot and damn if someone won’t wake up at 7am on Saturday to cut their grass because you don’t want to be the lazy a** that doesn’t look good at the block party.
While growing up my stepfather calmly reminded the boys he vowed to protect, “In this country war is great business. If you are called know in your heart I’ll never leave your mother’s side. I want you to serve this nation and it begins with honoring those who stood there before you.”
I didn’t know how serious his words were until the day we stood on the aircraft carrier at Patriots Point in Charleston and the image of every man he fought with in Germany came back to him full force knocking him to his knees. Eyes swollen, heart heavier than a setting sun, his hands shook from every question that challenged why he was one of the lucky men that got to come home. Turning to my mother he whispered, “I’m so sorry. I thought I was stronger than this…”
http://militarytimes.com/valor/
http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/
Saying thank you isn’t enough…Memorial Day should be everyday in a land where freedom still doesn’t grow on trees, its earned by warriors that never stop believing that America is the greatest nation on earth.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Three days of all out kick booty drop until you puke excitement that wouldn’t be if it hadn’t been for a group of Southern ladies caught decorating the gravesites of fallen men and women that served this nation during the Civil War.
Northerner’s on the other hand will fight you for this claim to fame saying President Johnson in 1966 declared Waterloo, NY the official birthplace of Memorial Day Weekend. It’s easy to see why; the state of New York was the first to layout the annual groundwork and by 1890 the majority of all northern states had turned the final weekend of May as a place of celebrating their dedication and loyalty.
And the South being the strongest sector of our collected people with its desire and passion do things its own way and with separate design had other plans; Memorial Day in Texas was on January 19th, Alabama, Florida, Georgia and Mississippi set aside April 26th; South Carolina was May 10th followed by Louisiana and Tennessee on June 3rd.
The red Poppy flower has played a major role in all gatherings; although the beautiful bloom with its seeds of distant travels has evolved into an illegal drug…a single stroke from Moina Michael’s writing instrument inspired a nation to display the unforgettable bud:
We cherish too, the Poppy red that grows on fields where valor led. It seems to signal to the skies that blood of heroes never dies.
Moina is said to have been the first to wear the red Poppy later selling flowers to her friends which included a young lady from France who introduced the idea to the Franco-American Children’s League. By 1922 the VFW adopted the vision creating what’s called the Buddy Poppy Program that has raised millions of dollars for disabled and needy veterans.
By now I’ve probably lost your attention; you’ve tossed aside your reasons for stopping in and have begun a new Google search for a website that feeds your need for better natural highs. And it’s this very reason why in December of 2000 the National Moment Remembrance was introduced as a way to keep a growing America in touch with its fading history.
Memorial Day Weekend! No bosses or coworkers with unexpected interruptions, there are giant sales at Wal-Mart, Target, Ford, Lowes and Home Depot and damn if someone won’t wake up at 7am on Saturday to cut their grass because you don’t want to be the lazy a** that doesn’t look good at the block party.
While growing up my stepfather calmly reminded the boys he vowed to protect, “In this country war is great business. If you are called know in your heart I’ll never leave your mother’s side. I want you to serve this nation and it begins with honoring those who stood there before you.”
I didn’t know how serious his words were until the day we stood on the aircraft carrier at Patriots Point in Charleston and the image of every man he fought with in Germany came back to him full force knocking him to his knees. Eyes swollen, heart heavier than a setting sun, his hands shook from every question that challenged why he was one of the lucky men that got to come home. Turning to my mother he whispered, “I’m so sorry. I thought I was stronger than this…”
http://militarytimes.com/valor/
http://projects.washingtonpost.com/fallen/
Saying thank you isn’t enough…Memorial Day should be everyday in a land where freedom still doesn’t grow on trees, its earned by warriors that never stop believing that America is the greatest nation on earth.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, May 23, 2011
Dad used to say, "Sickness starts in the head." So does success!
I haven’t hidden my agenda; in fact I’ve been extremely vocal…make it a point everyday to locate whatever means possible to rid the body and its system of medications that can be connected to television commercials featuring fast talking announcers that say, “Taking this pill could lead to blah, blah and blah and may cause bingo dingo and ringo.”
One heart doctor rolled his chair back, took a couple of notes, removed his plastic framed rich people glasses and replied, “So in essence you’re committing suicide.”
Have you ever had a campfire that would never burn itself out? It didn’t matter how many buckets of water you dumped on the hot limbs a flicker of energy would reignite a continuation.
Going all out natural seems too easy; if Wal-Mart, CVS and Target sell it…it’s got to be safe right? That’s not true! Mixing natural herbs with manmade escape routes cannot materialize until you’ve received permission or a pat on the back from a doctor.
In December of last year a well known cholesterol breaker went all out diva destroying muscles and tissues beyond normal repair. After looking at everything I toss onto my path morning noon and night one medical professional scared the hell out of me when he calmly said, “Thank god we found out what you’re tossing into your body because my worst fear was you had cancer.”
Today I spend more time in doctor’s offices than I do dreaming, measuring how much degeneration is still taking place. Push ups, sit ups, running, jogging and eating right have helped to ease the numbers but the pain of carrying this frame can be compared to my sister Jamie who has MS.
During my studies a Native American Medicine Man once said, “Doctors practice medicine they don’t heal the human. Rest heals man, man does not heal man. My elders once mixed natural ingredients to do nothing more than allow the body to rest.”
A leading natural meal replacement company known for changing the mind, body and soul caught my attention last week when their online video stated, “Medicines help relieve suffering from sickness…its our mission statement to help prevent sickness.”
Look around you…who in your office or home is currently a lifeless goat because normal allergies have evolved into sinus infections, bronchitis and in some cases other dangerous reactions that have led to hospital time? What’s the first thing we grab? Not a cure but rather relief. The idea of preventing allergies from reaching a deeper level of sickness costs money and right now we need all shapes of money to be readily available for the gas tank.
Printed on the pages of the book Powers Within are the words faith and cure. It’s not the medicine that cures so much as the patient’s faith in the doctor and medicine. Both are clumsy substitutes for the natural faith in one’s own self power.
Oh oh…this is where I get in serious amounts of trouble. Someone tells me they’re under the weather and instantly I shout, “Get to work! Don’t sit down! Don’t get lazy! Push your fist through the wall!”
Your body does what your heart sets out to accomplish. It’s like when you’re lucky enough to get too much sleep…how does the system react? It wants more! The day is never better, you feel like dragging you’re a** all day. That’s what the book is talking about when it speaks of having natural faith and control over one’s self power.
While kayaking…do you really think my arms are screaming, “Let’s conquer these rapids like an Olympic champion?”
No! My focus is on the end result…accomplishment.
Sickness is ramped up because this generation refuses to let go. Too many times we’re convinced that victory at work, home or at the park has to be of masterpiece value. We set unheard of goals on our self and others, buy big cars and oversized trucks, expensive video games and cell phones, take vacations at places that feature a mouse paying whatever they want just to use the bathroom. And yet…we steal music from the web. You don’t have to download it…you get it free from You Tube and Pandora. We spend so much time wanting the best only to cheat the system by stealing from other creators.
Ouch! I feel like I just stepped on a nail.
Am I the only person that suffers a major guilt trip break down while catching shows without advertising on ABC and NBC.com? I didn’t vote once on American Idol but I was upset when James was kicked off! I wanted Donald Trump to gain the power to walk through Congress and say, “You’re fired…” But would I have really voted for him on the true day of decision making?
Powers Within writes, “Self power is subliminal and subconscient.”
Having a bad day at work? Kids totally taking out your willingness to be happy? Too many bills piling up? Can’t convince anyone in the house not even yourself to stop hording things you don’t need? Does the boss treat you like a monkey in the basement of a wooden ship and it’s your mission to row? I said row! Row!
It’s not just the pollen that’s making you sick, weak and unwilling to grow forward. Wal-Mart doesn’t sell bottles of self confidence. How many people do you know that would be willing to drop what they’re doing and load up a covered wagon to cross a giant open field to new a place called home?
One of greatest stories I’ve ever read is that of the Crow Nation spending one hundred years on a walk that nearly wiped up their entire existence but through self power the nation of leaders and incredible horse handlers reached their destination of peace in the greasy lands of Montana.
When you stop chasing dreams you’ve given your mind body and soul permission to say, “My job is done…its time to let go.”
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
One heart doctor rolled his chair back, took a couple of notes, removed his plastic framed rich people glasses and replied, “So in essence you’re committing suicide.”
Have you ever had a campfire that would never burn itself out? It didn’t matter how many buckets of water you dumped on the hot limbs a flicker of energy would reignite a continuation.
Going all out natural seems too easy; if Wal-Mart, CVS and Target sell it…it’s got to be safe right? That’s not true! Mixing natural herbs with manmade escape routes cannot materialize until you’ve received permission or a pat on the back from a doctor.
In December of last year a well known cholesterol breaker went all out diva destroying muscles and tissues beyond normal repair. After looking at everything I toss onto my path morning noon and night one medical professional scared the hell out of me when he calmly said, “Thank god we found out what you’re tossing into your body because my worst fear was you had cancer.”
Today I spend more time in doctor’s offices than I do dreaming, measuring how much degeneration is still taking place. Push ups, sit ups, running, jogging and eating right have helped to ease the numbers but the pain of carrying this frame can be compared to my sister Jamie who has MS.
During my studies a Native American Medicine Man once said, “Doctors practice medicine they don’t heal the human. Rest heals man, man does not heal man. My elders once mixed natural ingredients to do nothing more than allow the body to rest.”
A leading natural meal replacement company known for changing the mind, body and soul caught my attention last week when their online video stated, “Medicines help relieve suffering from sickness…its our mission statement to help prevent sickness.”
Look around you…who in your office or home is currently a lifeless goat because normal allergies have evolved into sinus infections, bronchitis and in some cases other dangerous reactions that have led to hospital time? What’s the first thing we grab? Not a cure but rather relief. The idea of preventing allergies from reaching a deeper level of sickness costs money and right now we need all shapes of money to be readily available for the gas tank.
Printed on the pages of the book Powers Within are the words faith and cure. It’s not the medicine that cures so much as the patient’s faith in the doctor and medicine. Both are clumsy substitutes for the natural faith in one’s own self power.
Oh oh…this is where I get in serious amounts of trouble. Someone tells me they’re under the weather and instantly I shout, “Get to work! Don’t sit down! Don’t get lazy! Push your fist through the wall!”
Your body does what your heart sets out to accomplish. It’s like when you’re lucky enough to get too much sleep…how does the system react? It wants more! The day is never better, you feel like dragging you’re a** all day. That’s what the book is talking about when it speaks of having natural faith and control over one’s self power.
While kayaking…do you really think my arms are screaming, “Let’s conquer these rapids like an Olympic champion?”
No! My focus is on the end result…accomplishment.
Sickness is ramped up because this generation refuses to let go. Too many times we’re convinced that victory at work, home or at the park has to be of masterpiece value. We set unheard of goals on our self and others, buy big cars and oversized trucks, expensive video games and cell phones, take vacations at places that feature a mouse paying whatever they want just to use the bathroom. And yet…we steal music from the web. You don’t have to download it…you get it free from You Tube and Pandora. We spend so much time wanting the best only to cheat the system by stealing from other creators.
Ouch! I feel like I just stepped on a nail.
Am I the only person that suffers a major guilt trip break down while catching shows without advertising on ABC and NBC.com? I didn’t vote once on American Idol but I was upset when James was kicked off! I wanted Donald Trump to gain the power to walk through Congress and say, “You’re fired…” But would I have really voted for him on the true day of decision making?
Powers Within writes, “Self power is subliminal and subconscient.”
Having a bad day at work? Kids totally taking out your willingness to be happy? Too many bills piling up? Can’t convince anyone in the house not even yourself to stop hording things you don’t need? Does the boss treat you like a monkey in the basement of a wooden ship and it’s your mission to row? I said row! Row!
It’s not just the pollen that’s making you sick, weak and unwilling to grow forward. Wal-Mart doesn’t sell bottles of self confidence. How many people do you know that would be willing to drop what they’re doing and load up a covered wagon to cross a giant open field to new a place called home?
One of greatest stories I’ve ever read is that of the Crow Nation spending one hundred years on a walk that nearly wiped up their entire existence but through self power the nation of leaders and incredible horse handlers reached their destination of peace in the greasy lands of Montana.
When you stop chasing dreams you’ve given your mind body and soul permission to say, “My job is done…its time to let go.”
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Your boss isn't holding you back...
Admit it! Each morning we wake the constant battle of recharging the batteries is no longer connected to the balancing act between who gets fed first the dogs, cats or kids. Once those eyes pop open the head and heart are instantly shot back to the continuing drama of Used to be Happy at Work.
Every walk of life plays out like a Bradley Cooper meets Robert De Niro scenario where it seems the bigger guy always wins. But when it comes to reality who’s winning the brownie points race?
According to Careerbuilders.com 58% of the current American working force likes their boss. 14% admitted to having a friendship with their decision maker outside the four walls of biweekly paychecks and too many taxes taken out.
Why do bosses get a bad rap? Weren’t they one of us at one time? Is the boss the true trouble maker?
HRmorning.com reveals the top seven reasons why employees walk away: Downsizing and restructuring, new challenges and opportunities, ineffective leadership, poor relationship with manager, to improve work and life balances, contributions to the company were not valued and to get better compensation and benefits.
Bad bosses came in at numbers three and four; which shocked a lot of business watchdog groups who’re used to seeing poor managing skills being at the top of list of complaints.
Instantly I can hear my good friend Alan’s voice ringing out, “The employees lied on the survey to save their job!”
Tribes author Seth Godin has a clearer picture to grab; two elementary classes in the same school…who gets better grades, the smaller class with sixteen students or the larger gathering of 32 students? Its completely natural to think the smaller class because being in such a situation gives the teacher more time to develop a better working relationship with the students.
That’s not true…
Productivity succeeds through quality leadership: motivate, connect, leverage. Great leaders aren’t in the market to please everyone. Their messages aren’t watered down because they’ve learned that through motivation and connection movement is far more powerful than waiting for fate to take a bite out of your reality.
Native American’s find no faith in fate. When I hear someone say, “My career is in the hands of fate.” My first response is always, “Did you bring a chair?”
Fate is when you sit down and let life happen. You spend decades waiting for the right opportunity to arrive while complaining to family and friends about much your boss and job suck.
No…the economy does. Too many believe if we sit around long enough the situation will correct itself. Try using that line in Japan where the world’s best nuclear engineers have quickly gathered to try and cool off not one but four reactors that could blow life stopping radiation into our unwritten chapters at anytime.
If Careerbuilders.com is correct in reporting that 58% of us believe in our boss, in an age of high unemployment and hourly fear of losing your job…what’s keeping our level of faith on the approval charts?
Simplyhired.com hosts an endless list of reactions that include humanistic, doesn’t micro manage, knowledge of the business and is giving…
The only thing different between bosses and parents…one of them isn’t picked by you. Even if there’s spoiled milk in the halls of work, work, work, it’s still your choice to come or go.
An incredible book to study (not read) is Julia Cameron’s Artist way at Work where she teaches you to take the time to identify the several levels of personalities surrounding your everyday. Using her methods of painting a room invited my workspace to become a place of peace due to a theory I call The Beatles: Four completely different guys that obviously had separate visions and desires and yet as a unit their harmonies have lasted over fifty years.
I fully grasp the picture of Johnny the taxi cab driver hopping into his car without ever having eye to eye contact with the one signing his paycheck only to viciously complain about him or her in every circle he walks. If Johnny isn’t motivated to connect there can’t be any leverage to gain access to success.
This might be crossing the line but I’ll say it…growing up with an extremely strict religious mother who taught many lessons through sharing pictures…never once did I see the “J” man standing at a podium talking to his followers. He sat with them; which I believe is well written about in Billy Graham’s autobiography…Billy’s fame didn’t originate from sermons that rocked you like a hurricane but Mr. Graham sat with the people.
Maybe 58% of the well liked bosses heading our current state of existence have learned the fine art of sitting with their employees. If that’s not the case where you pump the dollar signs into your bank account…be a leader by setting the example. Board rooms and conference tables weren’t designed for people to stand up…plant your butt in the chair and toss out an old fashioned fish bowl conversation.
Motivate, connect…leverage.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Every walk of life plays out like a Bradley Cooper meets Robert De Niro scenario where it seems the bigger guy always wins. But when it comes to reality who’s winning the brownie points race?
According to Careerbuilders.com 58% of the current American working force likes their boss. 14% admitted to having a friendship with their decision maker outside the four walls of biweekly paychecks and too many taxes taken out.
Why do bosses get a bad rap? Weren’t they one of us at one time? Is the boss the true trouble maker?
HRmorning.com reveals the top seven reasons why employees walk away: Downsizing and restructuring, new challenges and opportunities, ineffective leadership, poor relationship with manager, to improve work and life balances, contributions to the company were not valued and to get better compensation and benefits.
Bad bosses came in at numbers three and four; which shocked a lot of business watchdog groups who’re used to seeing poor managing skills being at the top of list of complaints.
Instantly I can hear my good friend Alan’s voice ringing out, “The employees lied on the survey to save their job!”
Tribes author Seth Godin has a clearer picture to grab; two elementary classes in the same school…who gets better grades, the smaller class with sixteen students or the larger gathering of 32 students? Its completely natural to think the smaller class because being in such a situation gives the teacher more time to develop a better working relationship with the students.
That’s not true…
Productivity succeeds through quality leadership: motivate, connect, leverage. Great leaders aren’t in the market to please everyone. Their messages aren’t watered down because they’ve learned that through motivation and connection movement is far more powerful than waiting for fate to take a bite out of your reality.
Native American’s find no faith in fate. When I hear someone say, “My career is in the hands of fate.” My first response is always, “Did you bring a chair?”
Fate is when you sit down and let life happen. You spend decades waiting for the right opportunity to arrive while complaining to family and friends about much your boss and job suck.
No…the economy does. Too many believe if we sit around long enough the situation will correct itself. Try using that line in Japan where the world’s best nuclear engineers have quickly gathered to try and cool off not one but four reactors that could blow life stopping radiation into our unwritten chapters at anytime.
If Careerbuilders.com is correct in reporting that 58% of us believe in our boss, in an age of high unemployment and hourly fear of losing your job…what’s keeping our level of faith on the approval charts?
Simplyhired.com hosts an endless list of reactions that include humanistic, doesn’t micro manage, knowledge of the business and is giving…
The only thing different between bosses and parents…one of them isn’t picked by you. Even if there’s spoiled milk in the halls of work, work, work, it’s still your choice to come or go.
An incredible book to study (not read) is Julia Cameron’s Artist way at Work where she teaches you to take the time to identify the several levels of personalities surrounding your everyday. Using her methods of painting a room invited my workspace to become a place of peace due to a theory I call The Beatles: Four completely different guys that obviously had separate visions and desires and yet as a unit their harmonies have lasted over fifty years.
I fully grasp the picture of Johnny the taxi cab driver hopping into his car without ever having eye to eye contact with the one signing his paycheck only to viciously complain about him or her in every circle he walks. If Johnny isn’t motivated to connect there can’t be any leverage to gain access to success.
This might be crossing the line but I’ll say it…growing up with an extremely strict religious mother who taught many lessons through sharing pictures…never once did I see the “J” man standing at a podium talking to his followers. He sat with them; which I believe is well written about in Billy Graham’s autobiography…Billy’s fame didn’t originate from sermons that rocked you like a hurricane but Mr. Graham sat with the people.
Maybe 58% of the well liked bosses heading our current state of existence have learned the fine art of sitting with their employees. If that’s not the case where you pump the dollar signs into your bank account…be a leader by setting the example. Board rooms and conference tables weren’t designed for people to stand up…plant your butt in the chair and toss out an old fashioned fish bowl conversation.
Motivate, connect…leverage.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, March 21, 2011
Preaching to the choir could cost you...
“Preaching to the choir…”
We’ve all said it, we’ve been face to face with friends and coworkers that over use it and because it’s become part of our everyday language by way of negotiating there’s a 98.7% chance one of us is preparing to drop it right now, “I know! I’m preaching to the choir!”
The term preaching to the choir simply means: to commend an opinion to those who’ve already accepted it.
Originating in the United States in January of 1973 in the Lima News from Ohio, the reporter stated, “He felt like the minister was preaching to the choir. That is to the people who always come to church but not the ones who need it most.”
John Stuart Mill should get a few royalty points; in 1867 he penned out, “Preaching to the converted,” in his book An Examination of Sir W Hamilton’s Philosophy.
If you think songs on the radio sound the same as do the lyrics we speak during our normal everyday. Preaching to the choir is also connected to the loosely used term that George Edward Bateman Saintsbury coined in 1916 where he felt no fear when criticizing modern novelists calling it an act of kicking at open doors.
Goenglish.com attempts to bust our daily habit with an easy to digest suggestion, “Don’t just stand there preaching to the choir get out there and find new members!” The website believes too much energy is being wasted on readers, writers, searchers and wanderers that already know, understand and walk the path you’re preaching about.
While preaching, never take your eyes off those looking back; the choir being preached to could be pretending. Personally, I’ve always called this brave act nothing more than Coup sticking. Playing Coup is a game created by Native American’s who challenged each other to race up to another nations best warrior or chief and touch them, share conversation and or reach out to them during a least expected moment. Although it was looked upon as being nothing more than a game…in a modern world of corporate growth such actions and reactions are taken extremely serious and instantly bring unseen information to decision makers addicted to getting ahead of the competition.
Which is an avenue millions of American’s crisscross everyday due 100% to our need to survive; very few of us are getting by holding down one job. We are being hired into several positions based on what we know and what we’ve experienced; step back fifteen feet and the comparison of your jobs might not haunt you but it might send out an alert to your boss because how you’re spending your free time could be laying out the ground work of you shattering a non-complete clause.
In an age of economic crisis where jobs are less and keeping one is more difficult than preventing a heart attack, playing a game of Coup stick happens without anyone realizing its taking place. Preaching to the choir is exactly what George Edward Bateman described; kicking at an open door. As much as we understand what each of us are going through to make ends meet the disconnection occurs when your steps angle the path into a place of business that feeds a competitors hands.
Which came first the chameleon or the human? Now I’m preaching to the choir.
I dream of one day being a Wal-Mart greeter. It’s my addiction to a single page located in the book that describes Hollywood’s best actors aren’t those being paid $20 million a picture but the ticket takers gifted with a friendly smile and the knowledge of every picture being shown; they should be able to reach out and share conversation with every person walking through the door. I love it when Home Depot employees not only know where the double headed screws are but physically take me to them. I keep going back because the person at the door makes me feel more loved than my Momma.
Being a Wal-Mart greeter and the front man at a hardware store isn’t a comfortable place because they’re indirectly competing. So are hard working chefs frying burgers at separate shacks. Although I’ve never worked at a grocery store common sense tells me that bagging and stocking at competing locations is a red flag. How do managers and department heads find out? Preaching to the choir!
An incredible example is based on my broadcasting experience; I cannot ever work for two competing radio companies. I can’t own stock in another broadcasting company nor can I donate my time as a broadcaster to a public radio or television station to help them raise funds to stay on the air. I get it!
My radio mentor Andrew Ashwood constantly pushed his talent to dig deeper into the history and future of the business by constantly wrapping ourselves around radio’s existence. To stand in the hallway of a station talking about how we’d like to become the top dog in town is preaching to the choir. It was Andrew’s deepest ambition to reach into schools of broadcasting to help kick open the door for future leaders only to learn such schools are in the business to compete. Therefore you rarely see me in a classroom yet in the real world of radio there are no walls inside the boundary that describes an internship.
“Don’t just stand there preaching to the choir get out there and find new members!”
In Martial Arts we are trained to never stop training…are you less of a Martial Artist if the only studies you do are within the school and never outside the four walls of one way the Master’s way?
For accountants tax season is their Christmas. The pay might be good to great but the hours are long and sometimes too much to handle. Preaching to the choir is hosting an after work party featuring only accountants. Finding new members is taking the time to shake hands and kiss babies in May, June and July; coming up with fresh methods of delivering security to every soul in this country that fears the IRS and or big business tax companies more interested in getting your money than helping you locate loopholes geared toward saving.
Are you preaching to the choir? When you know the whereabouts of the history behind the words we share the end result might physically be a new expression based on influencing you to move toward a better day.
I’ll always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
We’ve all said it, we’ve been face to face with friends and coworkers that over use it and because it’s become part of our everyday language by way of negotiating there’s a 98.7% chance one of us is preparing to drop it right now, “I know! I’m preaching to the choir!”
The term preaching to the choir simply means: to commend an opinion to those who’ve already accepted it.
Originating in the United States in January of 1973 in the Lima News from Ohio, the reporter stated, “He felt like the minister was preaching to the choir. That is to the people who always come to church but not the ones who need it most.”
John Stuart Mill should get a few royalty points; in 1867 he penned out, “Preaching to the converted,” in his book An Examination of Sir W Hamilton’s Philosophy.
If you think songs on the radio sound the same as do the lyrics we speak during our normal everyday. Preaching to the choir is also connected to the loosely used term that George Edward Bateman Saintsbury coined in 1916 where he felt no fear when criticizing modern novelists calling it an act of kicking at open doors.
Goenglish.com attempts to bust our daily habit with an easy to digest suggestion, “Don’t just stand there preaching to the choir get out there and find new members!” The website believes too much energy is being wasted on readers, writers, searchers and wanderers that already know, understand and walk the path you’re preaching about.
While preaching, never take your eyes off those looking back; the choir being preached to could be pretending. Personally, I’ve always called this brave act nothing more than Coup sticking. Playing Coup is a game created by Native American’s who challenged each other to race up to another nations best warrior or chief and touch them, share conversation and or reach out to them during a least expected moment. Although it was looked upon as being nothing more than a game…in a modern world of corporate growth such actions and reactions are taken extremely serious and instantly bring unseen information to decision makers addicted to getting ahead of the competition.
Which is an avenue millions of American’s crisscross everyday due 100% to our need to survive; very few of us are getting by holding down one job. We are being hired into several positions based on what we know and what we’ve experienced; step back fifteen feet and the comparison of your jobs might not haunt you but it might send out an alert to your boss because how you’re spending your free time could be laying out the ground work of you shattering a non-complete clause.
In an age of economic crisis where jobs are less and keeping one is more difficult than preventing a heart attack, playing a game of Coup stick happens without anyone realizing its taking place. Preaching to the choir is exactly what George Edward Bateman described; kicking at an open door. As much as we understand what each of us are going through to make ends meet the disconnection occurs when your steps angle the path into a place of business that feeds a competitors hands.
Which came first the chameleon or the human? Now I’m preaching to the choir.
I dream of one day being a Wal-Mart greeter. It’s my addiction to a single page located in the book that describes Hollywood’s best actors aren’t those being paid $20 million a picture but the ticket takers gifted with a friendly smile and the knowledge of every picture being shown; they should be able to reach out and share conversation with every person walking through the door. I love it when Home Depot employees not only know where the double headed screws are but physically take me to them. I keep going back because the person at the door makes me feel more loved than my Momma.
Being a Wal-Mart greeter and the front man at a hardware store isn’t a comfortable place because they’re indirectly competing. So are hard working chefs frying burgers at separate shacks. Although I’ve never worked at a grocery store common sense tells me that bagging and stocking at competing locations is a red flag. How do managers and department heads find out? Preaching to the choir!
An incredible example is based on my broadcasting experience; I cannot ever work for two competing radio companies. I can’t own stock in another broadcasting company nor can I donate my time as a broadcaster to a public radio or television station to help them raise funds to stay on the air. I get it!
My radio mentor Andrew Ashwood constantly pushed his talent to dig deeper into the history and future of the business by constantly wrapping ourselves around radio’s existence. To stand in the hallway of a station talking about how we’d like to become the top dog in town is preaching to the choir. It was Andrew’s deepest ambition to reach into schools of broadcasting to help kick open the door for future leaders only to learn such schools are in the business to compete. Therefore you rarely see me in a classroom yet in the real world of radio there are no walls inside the boundary that describes an internship.
“Don’t just stand there preaching to the choir get out there and find new members!”
In Martial Arts we are trained to never stop training…are you less of a Martial Artist if the only studies you do are within the school and never outside the four walls of one way the Master’s way?
For accountants tax season is their Christmas. The pay might be good to great but the hours are long and sometimes too much to handle. Preaching to the choir is hosting an after work party featuring only accountants. Finding new members is taking the time to shake hands and kiss babies in May, June and July; coming up with fresh methods of delivering security to every soul in this country that fears the IRS and or big business tax companies more interested in getting your money than helping you locate loopholes geared toward saving.
Are you preaching to the choir? When you know the whereabouts of the history behind the words we share the end result might physically be a new expression based on influencing you to move toward a better day.
I’ll always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, February 28, 2011
Blogs that score your business success...
One on one, “I need to see now’s…” typed out office letters that carried the scent of White Out, long drawn out telephone conversations, boring group meetings in rooms so hot male sweat from six meetings back continued to fill the air. This is how bosses once took charge of getting their words, demands and commands put into action.
Today we’re seeing text messages, email’s on personal accounts, never ending meetings to announce we’re going to have another meeting and the every popular, “Hey gotta a minute…” when they should’ve said, “I need an hour.”
The world of business is too busy to conduct business and the one time messenger isn’t available because companies have streamlined too close to the bone.
To help make up for it, leader’s are putting extreme amounts of faith in social networking tools to reach your place on the map to do nothing more than GPS your booty back to their chosen destination; the best communication to date is blogging.
I’m not talking about Dear Jane Diaries or blogs about how to take better care of your heart and kids. Companies have set up inner office blogging sights where leaders can tap into your process hourly, daily or the next time a great thought requires support. What makes it an incredible tool isn’t how quick and on the go it is but rather the idea that many of todays newly crowned more up to date leaders are giving employees a place to be heard. They have the opportunity to reply, to add to or suggest taking away.
The age of face to face conversations is over. Having social skills requires nothing human and everything computer.
In front of 200 writers this past weekend I vibrantly shouted, “I love the internet! The author in me cherishes every moment that I can pick up a subject and run without having to deal with witch eyes and a big nose with a wart the size of New Jersey staring back at me. I love it when a single thought can wrap itself around the world and become a reality within an hour.”
On the other side of the white picket fence is a coworker that disagrees claiming the idea of blogging and not physically talking has destroyed the foundation of success. So he spends the majority of his day walking through the building extending his open palm to others who require his creative services.
Neither side is wrong…
As much as I thoroughly enjoy human relationship and the process of generating layer after layer of history from its success…results require instant attention to which blogging gifts me with. I honestly get more from blogging with Master Todd Harris than I do sitting a class.
The coworker calls the act one based on laziness believing eye to eye contact makes the relationship firm and unwilling to break at the edges.
The art of reacting without assuming is the single more powerful pet peeve I have with social networking. I can’t hear what the emotion is saying coming from their fingertips.
According to the man behind the book Tribes, Seth Godin believes blogging and other social networking quickly tightens up the workplace by putting communication at the top of the game. He uses business consultant Meagan McDonald as a great example because she doesn’t fall into the typical business tactics of using sports phrases and motivational speaker affirmations to guide her tribe. Blogging makes leaders out of everyone. It enforces the idea of utilizing the strength of conversation to figure out your own path without having to rely on waiting and waiting and waiting for a department head to bless your decision with spiritual energy to get the job done.
Through blogging there are no cries for help, belittling of employees or voices raised.
We use blogging in my current world of radio commercial production and have accessed more lines of success in the past three months than the five years I’ve led this team. The moment you stop talking about your day and put focus on the efforts of getting the job done properly the easier the final steps are in leading your business toward tomorrow and seeing it as less of a challenge because through blogged team communication the end result is less pressure on the different departments involved.
Blogging has taken a bad rap from Face Booker’s and other web sites that allow too many to live vicariously through the chapters of poets, politicians and people who can’t stop talking. When you take the time to invest more of your business into the act of blogging by using it as a place to communicate the result is a much tighter ship.
Your decision is to lead not manage. Godin calls it a critical choice. The hourly goal should always be to connect then inspire.
I call it my personal McDonalds fast food line…if the person taking the order is hitting the wrong buttons, the person at the first window is charging the customer the wrong amount which means the food picked up at window number two isn’t what the customer ordered. Company blogging that works is based on every role being an important part of the customer coming back. The only way that can happen is if everybody is shooting for the same goal and that requires conversation. Get your business to start blogging. Your life will change. If you still believe in face to face meetings host a party. Until then catch up with the competition.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Today we’re seeing text messages, email’s on personal accounts, never ending meetings to announce we’re going to have another meeting and the every popular, “Hey gotta a minute…” when they should’ve said, “I need an hour.”
The world of business is too busy to conduct business and the one time messenger isn’t available because companies have streamlined too close to the bone.
To help make up for it, leader’s are putting extreme amounts of faith in social networking tools to reach your place on the map to do nothing more than GPS your booty back to their chosen destination; the best communication to date is blogging.
I’m not talking about Dear Jane Diaries or blogs about how to take better care of your heart and kids. Companies have set up inner office blogging sights where leaders can tap into your process hourly, daily or the next time a great thought requires support. What makes it an incredible tool isn’t how quick and on the go it is but rather the idea that many of todays newly crowned more up to date leaders are giving employees a place to be heard. They have the opportunity to reply, to add to or suggest taking away.
The age of face to face conversations is over. Having social skills requires nothing human and everything computer.
In front of 200 writers this past weekend I vibrantly shouted, “I love the internet! The author in me cherishes every moment that I can pick up a subject and run without having to deal with witch eyes and a big nose with a wart the size of New Jersey staring back at me. I love it when a single thought can wrap itself around the world and become a reality within an hour.”
On the other side of the white picket fence is a coworker that disagrees claiming the idea of blogging and not physically talking has destroyed the foundation of success. So he spends the majority of his day walking through the building extending his open palm to others who require his creative services.
Neither side is wrong…
As much as I thoroughly enjoy human relationship and the process of generating layer after layer of history from its success…results require instant attention to which blogging gifts me with. I honestly get more from blogging with Master Todd Harris than I do sitting a class.
The coworker calls the act one based on laziness believing eye to eye contact makes the relationship firm and unwilling to break at the edges.
The art of reacting without assuming is the single more powerful pet peeve I have with social networking. I can’t hear what the emotion is saying coming from their fingertips.
According to the man behind the book Tribes, Seth Godin believes blogging and other social networking quickly tightens up the workplace by putting communication at the top of the game. He uses business consultant Meagan McDonald as a great example because she doesn’t fall into the typical business tactics of using sports phrases and motivational speaker affirmations to guide her tribe. Blogging makes leaders out of everyone. It enforces the idea of utilizing the strength of conversation to figure out your own path without having to rely on waiting and waiting and waiting for a department head to bless your decision with spiritual energy to get the job done.
Through blogging there are no cries for help, belittling of employees or voices raised.
We use blogging in my current world of radio commercial production and have accessed more lines of success in the past three months than the five years I’ve led this team. The moment you stop talking about your day and put focus on the efforts of getting the job done properly the easier the final steps are in leading your business toward tomorrow and seeing it as less of a challenge because through blogged team communication the end result is less pressure on the different departments involved.
Blogging has taken a bad rap from Face Booker’s and other web sites that allow too many to live vicariously through the chapters of poets, politicians and people who can’t stop talking. When you take the time to invest more of your business into the act of blogging by using it as a place to communicate the result is a much tighter ship.
Your decision is to lead not manage. Godin calls it a critical choice. The hourly goal should always be to connect then inspire.
I call it my personal McDonalds fast food line…if the person taking the order is hitting the wrong buttons, the person at the first window is charging the customer the wrong amount which means the food picked up at window number two isn’t what the customer ordered. Company blogging that works is based on every role being an important part of the customer coming back. The only way that can happen is if everybody is shooting for the same goal and that requires conversation. Get your business to start blogging. Your life will change. If you still believe in face to face meetings host a party. Until then catch up with the competition.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Just a poet with a pen...
A school of broadcasting set out to test the waters; how passionate, loyal and dedicated is the one called Arroe? My laugh and reply on the cell phone rocked the Richter scale in Honolulu, Hawaii, “I know of Arroe but completely stay away knowing I can’t live up to his hourly expectations.”
Silence on the other side…not even a cricket or a toad from a crusty old sound effects library would waste its time supporting the inside joke.
“We may share the same address but I never see him.”
How else can you explain the mind numbing experience of standing where life has taken you; one day your complaining about having one more year of high school then suddenly you’re Skyping with a set of eyes that look like yours but how did they get here and where were you during the ride?
An interview video taped three years ago at the Kellar Radio Talent event hosted by legendary consultant Dan Vallie at Appalachian University in Boone, NC has surfaced; yep, it’s him…long bright red streaks in the hair, eyes that dart across a room quicker than the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland and a story that sinks into core of value versus a Red Bull tainted quickie. Lord have mercy do I really have to sit here and listen to his philosophies on producing radio commercials that affect rather than infect a listener passing by?
Seriously…this reaction is far from being a head hanging loner caught on Atlanta’s Spaghetti Junction; even without a shovel to dig deep into paths created, each who participates with the spins that turn the planet have found it at times or continue to find it extremely difficult to sit still in a room with the many selves and faces we’ve become in the process of growing.
My latest spin connects a lot of chapters and hidden personalities sworn to never meet, the writer, musician, producer and marketing ear of a 32 year on-air radio veteran that stopped years before reaching his potential. How a single thought tossed about the car at four in the morning on I-485 meeting 77 in Charlotte has created such a large wave reaches the part of the island deemed unexplained.
Completely disappointed with being shoved off the air again and again the arguing voice of a thousand in my head said, “Write a book…and call it Conversation with the Devil.
I fought back for three miles! How dare I attempt to use such a title! People will judge it like a cover. And so they did. But I kept pushing forward. Today its read by more residents living in the UK then ones imagination can handle and my sister Susan in Montana uses the book to help alcoholics and drug abusers locate peace. The book inspired music to be born; seventeen songs in a project self dubbed Pieces from a Faceless Beast. The raw tracks influenced a recording studio to pick me up and give it a more serious edge that’s taken over a year to lay down for its final mixes.
Ask me about it and I’ll quickly turn away. Until last week when a school teacher unexpectly mentioned, “I’m looking for someone who writes poetry and figures out a way to turn it into music.”
A two year journey that’s finally reached the point it was intended to touch.
I live by one rule; from Julia Cameron, “Let him display his art so he can learn to ignore criticism.”
I fear you, my mother, my boss and anything else that comes with an opinion yet today I need to know which song or piece of poetry should I share with the five to ten year olds this Saturday morning?
NOTE: None of these songs are professionally mixed they are 100% more raw than a steak found in the meat section of Harris Teeter.
Song one: Hurt So Slow
Written about the most recent loss of a great friend’s son before his time…a daughters words minutes before Christmas rang through all things dark allowing peace to grow in corners that one day would be visited. Although its wrong for me to explain a song because a listener should develop their own interpretation; I believe as writers, every twist, turn or long highway can find strength if you take a simple thought at 4am and give it air. This song has never been shared wtih those who brought music to my writing instrument.
Song two: Stopped By
I had just returned from the Levine Children’s Hospital recording interviews in places the real world never sees unless there is tragedy. In one room a tiny voice asked, “Why are you here?” To which I replied, “I just stopped by…and the song says the rest.” Nobody at the hospital has ever heard it…its been in hiding since its creation.
Song three: The Beast
We’ve all been here…the only problem is, nobody but doctors addicted to prescribing drugs have the power to help get you out. I don’t do drugs. I write…
Now its your turn to vote…which one should I share with the kids this Saturday morning? arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Now its my turn to challenge you to follow your gut feeling. If your mind hears something...see it through. You have no clue how many lives will be touched by something you assume is nothing when to the rest of the world it could be a moment of music creating long sought after peace.
I will always believe in you first...
to vote visit this page: http://www.lite1029.com/pages/arroe.html
Silence on the other side…not even a cricket or a toad from a crusty old sound effects library would waste its time supporting the inside joke.
“We may share the same address but I never see him.”
How else can you explain the mind numbing experience of standing where life has taken you; one day your complaining about having one more year of high school then suddenly you’re Skyping with a set of eyes that look like yours but how did they get here and where were you during the ride?
An interview video taped three years ago at the Kellar Radio Talent event hosted by legendary consultant Dan Vallie at Appalachian University in Boone, NC has surfaced; yep, it’s him…long bright red streaks in the hair, eyes that dart across a room quicker than the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland and a story that sinks into core of value versus a Red Bull tainted quickie. Lord have mercy do I really have to sit here and listen to his philosophies on producing radio commercials that affect rather than infect a listener passing by?
Seriously…this reaction is far from being a head hanging loner caught on Atlanta’s Spaghetti Junction; even without a shovel to dig deep into paths created, each who participates with the spins that turn the planet have found it at times or continue to find it extremely difficult to sit still in a room with the many selves and faces we’ve become in the process of growing.
My latest spin connects a lot of chapters and hidden personalities sworn to never meet, the writer, musician, producer and marketing ear of a 32 year on-air radio veteran that stopped years before reaching his potential. How a single thought tossed about the car at four in the morning on I-485 meeting 77 in Charlotte has created such a large wave reaches the part of the island deemed unexplained.
Completely disappointed with being shoved off the air again and again the arguing voice of a thousand in my head said, “Write a book…and call it Conversation with the Devil.
I fought back for three miles! How dare I attempt to use such a title! People will judge it like a cover. And so they did. But I kept pushing forward. Today its read by more residents living in the UK then ones imagination can handle and my sister Susan in Montana uses the book to help alcoholics and drug abusers locate peace. The book inspired music to be born; seventeen songs in a project self dubbed Pieces from a Faceless Beast. The raw tracks influenced a recording studio to pick me up and give it a more serious edge that’s taken over a year to lay down for its final mixes.
Ask me about it and I’ll quickly turn away. Until last week when a school teacher unexpectly mentioned, “I’m looking for someone who writes poetry and figures out a way to turn it into music.”
A two year journey that’s finally reached the point it was intended to touch.
I live by one rule; from Julia Cameron, “Let him display his art so he can learn to ignore criticism.”
I fear you, my mother, my boss and anything else that comes with an opinion yet today I need to know which song or piece of poetry should I share with the five to ten year olds this Saturday morning?
NOTE: None of these songs are professionally mixed they are 100% more raw than a steak found in the meat section of Harris Teeter.
Song one: Hurt So Slow
Written about the most recent loss of a great friend’s son before his time…a daughters words minutes before Christmas rang through all things dark allowing peace to grow in corners that one day would be visited. Although its wrong for me to explain a song because a listener should develop their own interpretation; I believe as writers, every twist, turn or long highway can find strength if you take a simple thought at 4am and give it air. This song has never been shared wtih those who brought music to my writing instrument.
Song two: Stopped By
I had just returned from the Levine Children’s Hospital recording interviews in places the real world never sees unless there is tragedy. In one room a tiny voice asked, “Why are you here?” To which I replied, “I just stopped by…and the song says the rest.” Nobody at the hospital has ever heard it…its been in hiding since its creation.
Song three: The Beast
We’ve all been here…the only problem is, nobody but doctors addicted to prescribing drugs have the power to help get you out. I don’t do drugs. I write…
Now its your turn to vote…which one should I share with the kids this Saturday morning? arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Now its my turn to challenge you to follow your gut feeling. If your mind hears something...see it through. You have no clue how many lives will be touched by something you assume is nothing when to the rest of the world it could be a moment of music creating long sought after peace.
I will always believe in you first...
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
You can't divorce your job but you can marry your front yard...
What is it about the presence of spring that turns neighbors into worker bee beavers glued to a mission of recreating a better looking yard than last year? They put in over forty long a** hours of work M-F only to spend 48 more hours on Saturday and Sunday bending over, chopping, digging, replacing and whatever else is required to match the picture on the cover of Home and Garden.
The more I drove down our quiet city street the larger the guilt bubble expanded in the core of my gut; I’m not a Home Depot/Lowes lovin shape shifter with gifted powers to unmask the hidden art in a hillside more ancient than Native American’s arriving BC. The perfect yard isn’t long slivers of grass blades that tickle the areas between your toes in ways no human can excite the heart’s invisible passion.
I love it when the six pack of white tail deer wander into the rose garden and spend twenty minutes devouring the leaves. I laugh a child’s giggle when momma flops down near a gnome and acts as if she’s talking to something made of ceramic. I crave the true to life beaver that spends its afternoons gnawing away on sticks stuck in mud then hauls it away to the assumed secret hiding place.
Therefore I keep my circle 110% Carolina.
Maybe I’m wrong but the lack of sidewalks shouldn’t be stacks of perfectly cut twigs for the trash people to easily pick up. As bad as I feel about being stuck behind a Sunday driver in the rat race, I’m not afraid to respect everybody’s journey toward locating inner peace outside each of their separations between church and state.
My biggest weakness is a true love for the bald tree. A single white twenty five foot sky scratcher that’s given up on sprouting lime colored leaves in spring. Every year I’m scolded by the passerby’s to let the tree go, “Cut it up into itty bitty pieces and give it back to nature!”
What gives? Bald isn’t just a human trait! The bald eagle is unforgettable! South Carolina peaches aren’t hairy they’re fuzzy which according to some rule books is bald. The Chinese Crested dog is bald. Bald Head Island is for tourists and what about how Mt St Helens suddenly becoming bald in the 80’s?
I can’t imagine walking up to a bald headed man and saying, “You’re numbers up.”
Buddhist Monk Thick Nhat Hahn calls each experience shared in our front yards a flash of insight. Every family with their yards of plentiful flowers, brick design, paths of stone and little water fountains of peace has good intention, the main being an unexposed strength to preoccupy what your job or career has taken away. Your front yard is the best medicine for stress.
No matter what you choose to bring color to this spring and summer Thick Nhat Hahn explains that each creation separates you from the dictator that prevents you from enjoying the wonders of life. Your first step is mindfulness. Putting yourself in the present.
Research shows that what we put into our front yards is the exact opposite of what we’ve been trained to do in a world of business. Corporate America expects you to do several things at one time. Every new shape of technology may promise an easier way to perform our duties but in the end it leaves the door open for you to do even more work.
Front yards don’t demand multitasking. Mindfulness teaches us the correct way to succeed in happiness; one vision or project at a time. Front yards give us focus which serves as an invitation to other living things such as deer that eat my flowers, beavers that take down innocent seedlings and crows that bark louder than a dog six blocks from a blaring radio another state away.
You can’t buy the ability to bring joy to suffering. I don’t give a rats butt if you’re a CEO or a billionaire with a television show, without mindfulness and the presence of the present you are in essence giving permission to the dictator to continue controlling your deepest wish to be nothing more than happy.
At work there is fear, pain, sickness and weakness from the strongest sales team, doubt, pouting in corners, shame, hatred and jealousy. Your front yard tells a different tale. I have a bald tree with no leaves that happens to share the funniest stories! When I’m not listening being bald makes him so different that no matter how clouded the mind and imagination is it’s got the power to reach out and say, “I need your belief in the now to be in the now.”
End the suffering…befriend your front yard while allowing others to do the same in their own way. Learn to walk in true peace by helping to creating it.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
The more I drove down our quiet city street the larger the guilt bubble expanded in the core of my gut; I’m not a Home Depot/Lowes lovin shape shifter with gifted powers to unmask the hidden art in a hillside more ancient than Native American’s arriving BC. The perfect yard isn’t long slivers of grass blades that tickle the areas between your toes in ways no human can excite the heart’s invisible passion.
I love it when the six pack of white tail deer wander into the rose garden and spend twenty minutes devouring the leaves. I laugh a child’s giggle when momma flops down near a gnome and acts as if she’s talking to something made of ceramic. I crave the true to life beaver that spends its afternoons gnawing away on sticks stuck in mud then hauls it away to the assumed secret hiding place.
Therefore I keep my circle 110% Carolina.
Maybe I’m wrong but the lack of sidewalks shouldn’t be stacks of perfectly cut twigs for the trash people to easily pick up. As bad as I feel about being stuck behind a Sunday driver in the rat race, I’m not afraid to respect everybody’s journey toward locating inner peace outside each of their separations between church and state.
My biggest weakness is a true love for the bald tree. A single white twenty five foot sky scratcher that’s given up on sprouting lime colored leaves in spring. Every year I’m scolded by the passerby’s to let the tree go, “Cut it up into itty bitty pieces and give it back to nature!”
What gives? Bald isn’t just a human trait! The bald eagle is unforgettable! South Carolina peaches aren’t hairy they’re fuzzy which according to some rule books is bald. The Chinese Crested dog is bald. Bald Head Island is for tourists and what about how Mt St Helens suddenly becoming bald in the 80’s?
I can’t imagine walking up to a bald headed man and saying, “You’re numbers up.”
Buddhist Monk Thick Nhat Hahn calls each experience shared in our front yards a flash of insight. Every family with their yards of plentiful flowers, brick design, paths of stone and little water fountains of peace has good intention, the main being an unexposed strength to preoccupy what your job or career has taken away. Your front yard is the best medicine for stress.
No matter what you choose to bring color to this spring and summer Thick Nhat Hahn explains that each creation separates you from the dictator that prevents you from enjoying the wonders of life. Your first step is mindfulness. Putting yourself in the present.
Research shows that what we put into our front yards is the exact opposite of what we’ve been trained to do in a world of business. Corporate America expects you to do several things at one time. Every new shape of technology may promise an easier way to perform our duties but in the end it leaves the door open for you to do even more work.
Front yards don’t demand multitasking. Mindfulness teaches us the correct way to succeed in happiness; one vision or project at a time. Front yards give us focus which serves as an invitation to other living things such as deer that eat my flowers, beavers that take down innocent seedlings and crows that bark louder than a dog six blocks from a blaring radio another state away.
You can’t buy the ability to bring joy to suffering. I don’t give a rats butt if you’re a CEO or a billionaire with a television show, without mindfulness and the presence of the present you are in essence giving permission to the dictator to continue controlling your deepest wish to be nothing more than happy.
At work there is fear, pain, sickness and weakness from the strongest sales team, doubt, pouting in corners, shame, hatred and jealousy. Your front yard tells a different tale. I have a bald tree with no leaves that happens to share the funniest stories! When I’m not listening being bald makes him so different that no matter how clouded the mind and imagination is it’s got the power to reach out and say, “I need your belief in the now to be in the now.”
End the suffering…befriend your front yard while allowing others to do the same in their own way. Learn to walk in true peace by helping to creating it.
I will always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Dear God what am I feeling? The story of Zondra continues....
The next Arroe Collins interview with Zondra is available...4 weeks after breast cancer surgery what's become her new unexpected challenge and what's it like for a school teacher to be away from her students this long? Dear God What Am I Feeling? Zondra's story continues.... http://www.lite1029.com/pages
Monday, February 7, 2011
Christina Aguilera is a national hero...
Openly I admit the most difficult task presented would to sing our National Anthem in public without staring at the printed poetry on a karaoke screen. I have never delivered a lecture at Appalachian University, school of broadcasting, DARE Graduation, industrial motivation lecture or wedding ceremony without having the map near my peripheral vision.
I don’t do a radio show without having larger than life call letters of the station taped to the control board. Embarrassingly I’ll tell a visitor in the studio, “The larger and darker the letters are the easier it is for me to sell the emotion.” Truthfully I fear the fear, right in the middle of a brilliant connection between a busy listener feverishly fighting to get home and a story about Steve Perry the last thing you need me to do is say, “Here’s Oh Sherrie on Country 910 KOYN.” (The station I worked for in 1979)
Two reactions instantly consumed my IKEA Swedish Meatball eating Super Bowl moment when Christina Aguilera stepped off the stage; she’s just as human as 99.8% of the beer guzzling, jersey wearing, team supporting people watching and more importantly she didn’t stop. Billions of viewers and she displayed what Corporate America hasn’t been able to do for the past three years…she ran into a little bit of trouble and kept going whereas big business has fired everybody but themselves.
The problem with this country isn’t the people but rather leaders that search hourly for reasons to halt progress. Christina was completely focused on there being an end result and delivered it without having to seek out a trillion dollar loan from Britney Spears or Cher.
Aguilera displayed real leadership. She didn’t quit!
A recent news report recently exposed a hard to digest set of numbers that unveiled over 50% of this countries unemployed women over the age of fifty remain jobless. The new sixty may look like the new thirty but Corporate America is still treating one of the hardest working generations in American history as being retirement home ready.
Women and men aren’t trained to stop in this country just decision makers.
I’m completely comfortable when admitting that Christina’s Super Bowl appearance played a major role in the rebirth of this nation. Sadly it’s become the butt of every television and radio show which does nothing but suck the common person in like a stale TMZ rerun that you can’t find the energy to tune out of.
I don’t care how bad your day is, how evil the moment has made you feel, how eerie it seems to constantly drop the ball; the biggest and best decision you can ever make is to keep moving forward. The group Journey says it best, “Don’t stop believing.” Did they say take a break half way through or figure out a way to dive out of work for the day?
Don’t stop believing means don’t stop…
I will always believe in your first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
I don’t do a radio show without having larger than life call letters of the station taped to the control board. Embarrassingly I’ll tell a visitor in the studio, “The larger and darker the letters are the easier it is for me to sell the emotion.” Truthfully I fear the fear, right in the middle of a brilliant connection between a busy listener feverishly fighting to get home and a story about Steve Perry the last thing you need me to do is say, “Here’s Oh Sherrie on Country 910 KOYN.” (The station I worked for in 1979)
Two reactions instantly consumed my IKEA Swedish Meatball eating Super Bowl moment when Christina Aguilera stepped off the stage; she’s just as human as 99.8% of the beer guzzling, jersey wearing, team supporting people watching and more importantly she didn’t stop. Billions of viewers and she displayed what Corporate America hasn’t been able to do for the past three years…she ran into a little bit of trouble and kept going whereas big business has fired everybody but themselves.
The problem with this country isn’t the people but rather leaders that search hourly for reasons to halt progress. Christina was completely focused on there being an end result and delivered it without having to seek out a trillion dollar loan from Britney Spears or Cher.
Aguilera displayed real leadership. She didn’t quit!
A recent news report recently exposed a hard to digest set of numbers that unveiled over 50% of this countries unemployed women over the age of fifty remain jobless. The new sixty may look like the new thirty but Corporate America is still treating one of the hardest working generations in American history as being retirement home ready.
Women and men aren’t trained to stop in this country just decision makers.
I’m completely comfortable when admitting that Christina’s Super Bowl appearance played a major role in the rebirth of this nation. Sadly it’s become the butt of every television and radio show which does nothing but suck the common person in like a stale TMZ rerun that you can’t find the energy to tune out of.
I don’t care how bad your day is, how evil the moment has made you feel, how eerie it seems to constantly drop the ball; the biggest and best decision you can ever make is to keep moving forward. The group Journey says it best, “Don’t stop believing.” Did they say take a break half way through or figure out a way to dive out of work for the day?
Don’t stop believing means don’t stop…
I will always believe in your first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, January 31, 2011
An old fashioned way to get what you want...window shop!
When was the last time you gave yourself permission to window shop? I didn’t say hit the nearest big city mall or giant hardware store to purchase tools for the house, garden or to spend money because it feels so much better than channel surfing on the flat screen.
I’m talking 100% real window shopping. You enter a store, ask the employee questions, compare the product with cheaper or more expensive brands, bend it, pull it, roll it around on the floor, pretend that it’s already yours and figure out how you’re going to make it part of your unwritten chapters, thank the sales rep for their time then escape without purchasing it.
Spur of the moment impulse buying has crippled the country. We’ve allowed computer companies to continue making programs and pieces parts that instantly become outdated the moment they’re installed. Personally I call it the Doritos Big Business Act of the 1980’s where the advertisement always suggested, “Go ahead and eat one…we’ll make more.”
Look at what’s taking place at Taco Bell; nicknamed the Where’s the Beef suit they’ve been accused of allegedly not using 100% USDA beef. Like true leaders the fast food restaurant peacefully responded with a full page newspaper ad that stated their beef is no different than what you buy at the supermarket.
We as a people want things now. If it can’t be attained we put the car in D and move forward until someone or something delivers the product at the tremendously high rate of speed demanded. I’m extremely guilty of this; the heart doctor wanted my cholesterol down to an extremely safe 70; the product came with ear shattering side effects to which I ignored until I became a victim. Sharply questioning the pharmacist he calmly replied, “We fill orders then offer information on every bottle and package that suggests possible side effects the medication is connected to, we cannot tell you that a doctor has made an error.”
I can’t even warn you about the medication because they’re an advertiser…all I can say is do your homework. Read every package and ask questions until you are fully satisfied. Stand at the pharmacy and compare notes with other patients. The moment you stop searching is the day you’ll experience a reaction to the medication creating your new found reality.
Today’s writing isn’t a gripe session. It’s not to expose or undertake a mission to Free Willie. (You do remember the movie about the whale right?)
When was the last time you physically endured a moment of doing nothing more than window shopping? Not on the web or through other means of cut me free from human touch social networking but hands on I have a question about this product, can I please try a small sample before I pour what little money I make into the success of your business.
When is a situation or product worth criticizing?
Author Seth Godin writes, “A remarkable product or service is like a purple cow. Brown cows are boring; purple ones are worth mentioning. Those ideas spread; those organizations grow. The essence of what’s happening in the market today revolves around creating a purple cow.”
I’m far from being a political junky but in the past 48 months I’ve heard more about a Tea Party Movement than the D’s, R’s and L’s. A political writer shares, “Every election needs to be like November 2010; there needs to be constant change in leadership so that we don’t get bogged down with decision makers who’ve become professional takers and not giver's.”
Seth continues to write, “Boring ideas don’t spread. Boring organizations don’t grow.”
I see that quote and instantly think of four marketing geniuses; Madonna, Gene Simmons of KISS, The Beatles and Elvis Presley; true masters in the art of reinventing yourself during the days of post showmanship. Guess whose getting stuck with the bill? We are because everything’s a collectable. I have four KISS Jack n The Boxes for no reason other than the kid in me saw these cheap plastic objects in a box and said, “OMG!”
Not a single drop of blood or desire to window shop flowed through me. I’m the one circus people attact, “There’s sucker in every crowd.”
Rollingstone Magazine posted a story in 2010 that didn’t criticize but unveiled what’s taking place at concert venues and why you can’t find up close seats at a fairly decent price. The musicians are now in the ticket selling business. They’re allotted a certain amount of tickets per show…they send out a team to make them money. Legal or illegal?
Through the process of trying to create the purple cow the mothers and fathers of invention have mastermind a plan that feeds one of the seven needs of survival: want so that one can feel accepted.
By window shopping you learn to identify the purple cow in every crowd. Walk into your competitor’s office, study their web page and visit places where the product comes to life. Be a potential client. What makes you a great leader isn’t the money spent on the ingredients to make the product. In the book the Art of Selling unveiled is McDonald’s passion to keep family first; they don’t need a great burger to be the best; their secret; clean bathrooms.
Window shop!!!
I’ll always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
I’m talking 100% real window shopping. You enter a store, ask the employee questions, compare the product with cheaper or more expensive brands, bend it, pull it, roll it around on the floor, pretend that it’s already yours and figure out how you’re going to make it part of your unwritten chapters, thank the sales rep for their time then escape without purchasing it.
Spur of the moment impulse buying has crippled the country. We’ve allowed computer companies to continue making programs and pieces parts that instantly become outdated the moment they’re installed. Personally I call it the Doritos Big Business Act of the 1980’s where the advertisement always suggested, “Go ahead and eat one…we’ll make more.”
Look at what’s taking place at Taco Bell; nicknamed the Where’s the Beef suit they’ve been accused of allegedly not using 100% USDA beef. Like true leaders the fast food restaurant peacefully responded with a full page newspaper ad that stated their beef is no different than what you buy at the supermarket.
We as a people want things now. If it can’t be attained we put the car in D and move forward until someone or something delivers the product at the tremendously high rate of speed demanded. I’m extremely guilty of this; the heart doctor wanted my cholesterol down to an extremely safe 70; the product came with ear shattering side effects to which I ignored until I became a victim. Sharply questioning the pharmacist he calmly replied, “We fill orders then offer information on every bottle and package that suggests possible side effects the medication is connected to, we cannot tell you that a doctor has made an error.”
I can’t even warn you about the medication because they’re an advertiser…all I can say is do your homework. Read every package and ask questions until you are fully satisfied. Stand at the pharmacy and compare notes with other patients. The moment you stop searching is the day you’ll experience a reaction to the medication creating your new found reality.
Today’s writing isn’t a gripe session. It’s not to expose or undertake a mission to Free Willie. (You do remember the movie about the whale right?)
When was the last time you physically endured a moment of doing nothing more than window shopping? Not on the web or through other means of cut me free from human touch social networking but hands on I have a question about this product, can I please try a small sample before I pour what little money I make into the success of your business.
When is a situation or product worth criticizing?
Author Seth Godin writes, “A remarkable product or service is like a purple cow. Brown cows are boring; purple ones are worth mentioning. Those ideas spread; those organizations grow. The essence of what’s happening in the market today revolves around creating a purple cow.”
I’m far from being a political junky but in the past 48 months I’ve heard more about a Tea Party Movement than the D’s, R’s and L’s. A political writer shares, “Every election needs to be like November 2010; there needs to be constant change in leadership so that we don’t get bogged down with decision makers who’ve become professional takers and not giver's.”
Seth continues to write, “Boring ideas don’t spread. Boring organizations don’t grow.”
I see that quote and instantly think of four marketing geniuses; Madonna, Gene Simmons of KISS, The Beatles and Elvis Presley; true masters in the art of reinventing yourself during the days of post showmanship. Guess whose getting stuck with the bill? We are because everything’s a collectable. I have four KISS Jack n The Boxes for no reason other than the kid in me saw these cheap plastic objects in a box and said, “OMG!”
Not a single drop of blood or desire to window shop flowed through me. I’m the one circus people attact, “There’s sucker in every crowd.”
Rollingstone Magazine posted a story in 2010 that didn’t criticize but unveiled what’s taking place at concert venues and why you can’t find up close seats at a fairly decent price. The musicians are now in the ticket selling business. They’re allotted a certain amount of tickets per show…they send out a team to make them money. Legal or illegal?
Through the process of trying to create the purple cow the mothers and fathers of invention have mastermind a plan that feeds one of the seven needs of survival: want so that one can feel accepted.
By window shopping you learn to identify the purple cow in every crowd. Walk into your competitor’s office, study their web page and visit places where the product comes to life. Be a potential client. What makes you a great leader isn’t the money spent on the ingredients to make the product. In the book the Art of Selling unveiled is McDonald’s passion to keep family first; they don’t need a great burger to be the best; their secret; clean bathrooms.
Window shop!!!
I’ll always believe in you first…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, March 5, 2010
Worse than Tax Day!
Warning: Next Sunday you’re going to be cranky and not in the mood for people. It’s time to spring forward…which means the body is losing an hour of sleep.
No! We can barely get the malls and hardware stores to open at ten. McDonald’s doesn’t serve lunch until 10:30…steal an hour from the king of Mac Attacks and you might get a Whopper.
You’d think we’d be used to this…it happens every second Sunday during the month of March. Always the week after the Oscars…can you imagine how the stars would look and react if they lost an hour of sleep? The Avatar’s would look like Smurfs. There’s not enough Red Bull or Starbucks in the world to wake up Quentin Tarantino. Our luck Britney Spears would show up and accept the Best Actress Award for Sandra Bullock.
It’s all coming down next Sunday!
I knew we should’ve been stockpiling on the winks. Instead of lazily watching the Super Bowl and complaining about four rounds of snowflakes…every Honey Due list should’ve been replaced with sofa time…time to sleep, catnap and rob from the chilly air a two second dream.
Good sleep is priceless.
How do NBA stars like Kobe Bryant make the big switch? Maybe it’s not really him. Like the movie Moon…they’ve cloned the basketball great. You know Jimmie Johnson will probably win in NASCAR. The Dude’s always racing to get somewhere quickly…he’s been to the future and gotten used to losing an hour of sleep.
While NBC, CBS and ABC report on the affects of a slagging economy…Blackberries, Twitter and Face Book will carry the true untold story: I'm tired! I’m without energy! I’m a nothing in a world that wants everything. Something tells me Starbuck’s employees are running around their tiny coffee maker cubicles singing, “It’s Christmas time in the village!”
One week to get ready! 7 days to convince the mind to rest now or pay later! 168 hours until satellite clocks attached to walls that won’t bend move their big and little hands to places that are going to rock your world. What are you going to do?
The dogs will be happy…they get fed an hour earlier. Your boss will notice a spike in sales because compared to this week, you’re up and at it an hour quicker. And yet, the Southern accent remains the same…totally unchanged. Wow…that’s some powerful way to communicate.
How many more days until Fall? Can we please get an extra pillow to put over our heads to punch, kick and pull when the rest of our body is saying, “Nope…not gonna do it…give me another five, ten or twenty minutes.”
One week away from losing an hour of sleep…we are so busted because none of us saved enough rest for a rainy day.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
No! We can barely get the malls and hardware stores to open at ten. McDonald’s doesn’t serve lunch until 10:30…steal an hour from the king of Mac Attacks and you might get a Whopper.
You’d think we’d be used to this…it happens every second Sunday during the month of March. Always the week after the Oscars…can you imagine how the stars would look and react if they lost an hour of sleep? The Avatar’s would look like Smurfs. There’s not enough Red Bull or Starbucks in the world to wake up Quentin Tarantino. Our luck Britney Spears would show up and accept the Best Actress Award for Sandra Bullock.
It’s all coming down next Sunday!
I knew we should’ve been stockpiling on the winks. Instead of lazily watching the Super Bowl and complaining about four rounds of snowflakes…every Honey Due list should’ve been replaced with sofa time…time to sleep, catnap and rob from the chilly air a two second dream.
Good sleep is priceless.
How do NBA stars like Kobe Bryant make the big switch? Maybe it’s not really him. Like the movie Moon…they’ve cloned the basketball great. You know Jimmie Johnson will probably win in NASCAR. The Dude’s always racing to get somewhere quickly…he’s been to the future and gotten used to losing an hour of sleep.
While NBC, CBS and ABC report on the affects of a slagging economy…Blackberries, Twitter and Face Book will carry the true untold story: I'm tired! I’m without energy! I’m a nothing in a world that wants everything. Something tells me Starbuck’s employees are running around their tiny coffee maker cubicles singing, “It’s Christmas time in the village!”
One week to get ready! 7 days to convince the mind to rest now or pay later! 168 hours until satellite clocks attached to walls that won’t bend move their big and little hands to places that are going to rock your world. What are you going to do?
The dogs will be happy…they get fed an hour earlier. Your boss will notice a spike in sales because compared to this week, you’re up and at it an hour quicker. And yet, the Southern accent remains the same…totally unchanged. Wow…that’s some powerful way to communicate.
How many more days until Fall? Can we please get an extra pillow to put over our heads to punch, kick and pull when the rest of our body is saying, “Nope…not gonna do it…give me another five, ten or twenty minutes.”
One week away from losing an hour of sleep…we are so busted because none of us saved enough rest for a rainy day.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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