Tuesday, August 25, 2015

What would Steve Jobs or Napoleon say about Amazon's workplace culture?


Our new book is called Napoleon Never Slept: How Great Leaders Leverage Social Energy, and has to do with the fact that great leaders get to be successful at least partly because they have so much energy. Did Napoleon really not sleep? Evidently, not much. Does this mean workers shouldn't sleep, and work night and day like Amazon employees reportedly do? Not exactly.
   Our big thesis is about how great leaders, including Napoleon, Steve Jobs, Alexander the Great, and others, are energetic people (many of whom, like Napoleon, happen to sleep considerably less than 8 hours a night) who energize the people they lead, and are in turn further energized by own successes and by the energy shared by the people they lead. So no, sleeping less in and of itself isn't the secret to great success, either individually or as an organization.
   But seriously, folks, read the book. Not just because we want you to buy it, but because our thesis can't be neatly or fully conveyed in a soundbite or even in a single blog post. This is real social science, though it makes for not a very long book, and we tried to make it easy enough for the layperson who doesn't like jargon, without talking down to anyone. Suitable for pro scholars and non- alike.
   You can buy a pretty, soothing-to-the-eyes PDF at the Maren Ink site for about $14, or a somewhat goofy Kindle edition on Amazon for nearly $40. More formats and outlets may be available eventually, depending on demand.

http://maren.ink


Cartoon credit: Rob Rogers, August 22, 2015, http://www.dailyfunnies.us

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Dumbening of The Idiot, Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 3

Click here for Bit 1.
Click here for Bit 2.


Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 3

[TEMAZEPAM, LEEB, and PRINCE MOO, still on a plane.]
TEMAZEPAM (continuing): ...My Dad gave me some money to do some business for him, so I just went to the store & bought Natasha some gold teeth. She likes rainbows. Then I went to my friend Snatchy's house, & we both went to see Natasha, and Snatchy acted like the teeth were his idea and he gave her rainbows. And he smelled all good and I had just been running. What a fuck. And then my Dad found out about the no money and he locked me in a room with no internet. And I had to listen to Michael Bublé. And while I was in there, I guess he went and saw Natasha and took back the teeth but she didn't let him take her rainbows but then she said, "I guess that little shit really likes me" and that means me. Then I went to my aunt's house in Tahoe and then I guess I drank somewhere & then I woke up right before I was about to get run over by a tour bus.

LEEB: Natasha! I'd like to give her some teeth! I could put reindeer in her teeth all day!

T (to LEEB): Never talk again.

L: We'll see! (pinches T's cheek)

[And then they land.]

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Dumbening of The Idiot, Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 2

See Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 1

Note: Any or all of the dialog may sound better spoken resnotulously fast. Because, well, it's dumb.
 
And now...


The Dumber Idiot, Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 2

Cast so far:
TEMAZEPAM
The SCHLUB
PRINCE MOO

Scene: still on a plane.

TEMAZEPAM: I didn't do anything to piss him off. I was fuckin' sweet. My bro, on the other hand... Ugh, my Dad & my Mom, they thought his shit didn't smell. But, like, my mom and my bro didn't even wanna tell me Dad croaked. Had to hear it from someone else on Facebook, like, after the fact. And my bro's already taken, like, the best Rolexes 'n' shit. I heard he even took the one my Dad was buried in.
SCHLUB: That's fully gay, dude.
T: By rights, he should have his ass kicked. At LEAST. But so guess what? I didn't even tell them I'm coming back.
S: Woah!
T: Oh, AND my bro talked shit about me to my Dad before he died. But, I mean, my dad was already pissed about this girl I know, Natasha P.
S: Who?
T: Come on.
S: You're talking about THAT Natasha P?
T: Whatever, motherfucker.
S: Hey, Leeb knows some people.
[SCHLUB is talking about himself in the third person now. He is LEEB.]
Leeb knows all about Natasha P. Like her real name isn't P.
[Pause.]
It's Ba-rass.
[waves his finger in the air in a know-it-all way]
Leeb knows her family. There's also this guy Totsy-wotsy, and he's real good friends with Lady Cowabunga's husband. GENERAL Cowabunga. And Totsy's not too bad off, either. He's a CEO of... something, you know, whatever.
T: What? No way. You-- Leeb-- no way!
LEEB: Uh-huh! I was with Lee Ha for, like, a month. And (he/Lee HA) knows Natasha & he knows... everybody.
T: Wait, Lee Ha? HE knows Natasha? Like, really knows her? Like, he KNOWS knows her?
L: No-- I mean, I don't think so, but... Nah, those other dudes know she's all about the Totsy. He takes her to the VIP room & shit. Red carpet shit. So everybody that sees her, sees her with Totsy and that's it. Nobody tries shit with her.
T: Yeah... fuck. I heard about Totsy. My friend said Natasha lives with him now. But you know, I think it might be over with them. Totsy has some new bitch and they're getting married and shit. I saw Natasha at the club this one time-- oh, shit! Smoking, I mean smoking hot. Like... never.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

The New Idiot, Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 1

Been listening to an audio version of Fyodor Dostoevsky's The Idiot, & had the notion to translate the dialog into something... well, dumber. Idiot-er. The book is almost all dialog, so there. I'm taking a lot of liberties, changing names, dividing the chapters into "bits" when I feel like it, and comtemporizing a lot of the details, just cuz. Try to enjoy.



Part 1, Chapter 1, Bit 1

Cast of Characters so far (names subject to change later)
TEMAZEPAM
PRINCE MOO
Some SCHLUB, a bystander

Some guys sitting on a plane or a train or whatevs during what is presumably a long flight/ride.
  
TEMAZEPAM: How you doin'?
PRINCE: Wow, hot! Never been hot before! Or I forgot! 'Cause I've been away!
T: Like, far away?
P: Shit, yeah! Canada!
T: No shit! How long?
P: 4 years. --Actually, more than that.
T: Skiing?
P: No, mostly just lying around. I've got epilepsy, and there's an experimental clinic I've been staying at where they're working on a cure.
T: [cracks up laughing, squealing like a pig crossed with a hyena. Then:] So did the skiing work?
P: I'm not very athletic.
T: Dude. Are you cured?
P: Oh! Oh, no.
T: Wow, what a waste. Bet the doctor feels bad for taking your dough. [snickers]
[A nearby SCHLUB gives T a high-five.]
P: Dude, no, he was SUPER nice. He actually GAVE me some money before I left, seriously. And he actually paid for me the last 2 years out of his own pocket.
T: Whaaaaa! Woah, he musta liked you! [holds up a fist and stabs it over and over with the index finger of his other paw]
P: Well, my Big Daddy P died, so he kinda had to. Or he just felt like it. I guess he did like me. I've got, like, this aunt, Lady Cowabunga, back home still, & I've been trying to get in touch, but she didn't email me back yet. I'm not sure if it's the right address for her. Anyway, I thought I'd come try to find her in person, 'cause, you know.
T: Do you even know where you're gonna go when we land?
P: Uhh...
T: [points at P's carry-on, a garbage bag] OMG, Is that your luggage?
SCHLUB: Totes! The family jewels!
P: Oh, yes. I mean, yeah, it's all mine.
S: Well, you know though, if Lady Cowabunga knows you, you're fuckin' set.
P: Uh... I've never actually met her, I don't think, but she's, like, my mom's cousin or something. They saw each other when they were kids. But she didn't write me back, so...
S: [curtly] Yeah, oh, well. But Big Daddy P, that's some shit. He used to own the Oakland Raiders! ...Dude, what's your name, by the way?
P: Prince Moo.
S: Huh. Never heard of it.
T: So, Prince, what school did you go to?
P: I took classes at The Online University of Grince.
T: [smirking] Oh, pardon the fuck out of me.
P: But I didn't get my degree.
T: Yeah, me neither.
P: I was too sick.
T: [incredulous, apathetic] Uh-huh. Ever heard of Temazepam?
P: No, I don't think so. I've been kinda out of it.
T: I'm Temazepam.
S: Woah! THAT Temazepam?
T: [to SCHLUB] Yeah, yeah, whatever, fuck off.
S: So your Dad Semen Temazepam just died and left you 2 billion!
T: Not like I've seen any of it.
S: 2 billion dollars!
T: [to P] A month ago, I didn't have shit, either. I had a trash bag, just like you. I was in Ibiza when he died. It's just as well. We would fucking killed each other if I was still staying with him.
P: Why, what did you do?
[T just looks at him and doesn't answer for a while.]

And now, see Bit 2. 

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Too long for Twitter

Just realized someday I could be one of those old people who has a caretaker and we form an enchanting special friendship which is so unlikely because we're such different people but I make them laugh because I'm a very special old person and we both learn a lot about life.

Friday, June 19, 2015

How did I know gun peeps would demand guns in church?

My lyrics are weirdly prescient about world events sometimes. Here, my fake outrage about not being able to bring guns to places of worship, pre-echoing the fun NRA guy's assertion that the shooting in Charleston could have been prevented if only those dang liberals hadn't opposed letting peeps carry guns in church...



We released the album that includes this song in February 2014.

In case you don't know what I'm talking about, here's a link to an article re the NRA board member's comments:
NRA Board Member Blames Church Pastor For Charleston Shooting

Am I capitalizing on tragedy? Well, I don't see myself making money on this, so in that sense, no.
But maybe peeps should listen to my songs & worry more abut the world around them! I worry, why not you?! Look at all the good it does me! AAAAAAAAAGH!

On September 3, 2001, my old band released the song "The AttaQ" to the world via our first show. It contained these lyrics:

We did it for Allah
The white place down...
White place, falling down...
and I'm prepared to meet the man upstairs...
I'm almost there, I'm almost there
[accompanied by a sound like a plane flying]

Um, yeah. Also, I've put curses on people via song before (intentionally? un-? maybe not consciously...).

As for if this power is worth money, you tell me, world. Hint hint.

P.S. I'm fine with people having guns under certain conditions-- like the condition of not being a terrorist.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Our new book on energy & success: Napoleon Never Slept



"What do Steve Jobs, Sam Walton, Napoleon, and Alexander the Great have in common? How to generate emotional energy in oneself and others." It's real sociology, so it's more than a cut above the herd of success-ology books out there.

Yes, my Dad/co-author and I have been working on this for over a year. Didn't think I had it in me, did you?!

We're publishing this first just as an ebook, though we'll have a print version available soon.

Go get your success, darlings.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Movie review! "Girl Slaves of Morgana Le Fay"


Why is this labeled "Horror"? Nothing scary, no blood, very little of anything except molasses-slow softcore scenes. I guess if you have anything even remotely witch-related, it must be "Horror." And Netflix often does a good job of predicting what I'll like, but the algorithm must have been sick that day, because, well, No. I like many foreign films, and I love a lot of horror, but this is just a lot of pretty women with nice hair cooing at each other. I want my imaginary money back.

P.S. The "dwarf" they promised isn't even.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Dear Anti-Vaxxers,

The air you breathe is full of pollutants!

Water is the number one cause of drowning!

And smoke detectors make a beeping sound that will alarm you!

So you'd better avoid all those things.

Sincerely,
Me

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Stories SO short...

...I almost feel silly posting them on here, that's how short some of my "stories" are. So I'm starting to post some of them on my tumblr, because they are just SO short. There might be non-stories there, too, so watch your feet and hands, don't want to lose any little fingers.

Feel free to visit...
I'll Be Popular When I'm Dead