#rand

Our faces will become works of art that our grandchildren will treasure. ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#grandchildren #love #art

A company could use bricks to measure their growth rate. How many bricks have angry investors thrown at you lately? If the answer is none, then your growth rate is probably pretty good… for the moment. ↗

— Amy Summers

#brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #finance #finance-humor

If you’re a struggling artist having money problems just superglue a brick in the middle of a blanket, and call it art. Someone will buy it. ↗

— Nicole McKay

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

What's purple mean?" Adrian put his hand on the door. "Gotta go, Sage. Dont want to keep Dorothy waiting ↗

— Richelle Mead

#funny

I’m supposed to figure out if the glass is half full or half empty,” I told her. Without a moment’s hesitation, in a split second, my grandmother shrugged and said: “It depends on if you’re drinking or pouring. ↗

— Bill Cosby

#grandma #life #optimist #perspective #pessimist

I have four grown children and two tiny grandchildren. ↗

— Brock Yates

#four #grandchildren #grown #i #tiny

A brick is a rust-colored blur of movement, caught in a moment, and transformed from motion into a physical object. Studying this brick would give scientists an insight into how fast I run.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket #funny #humor #random #strange

Somehow she had climbed halfway up his body before he managed to grasp her waist. He plucked her off and set her on her feet. She started to climb up his body again. “Are you having fun?” he asked suspiciously. “We’re on the fucking moon!” she shouted. “There’s nothing here!” He stared at her. “I don’t think you’re having fun.” “No air!” He shook his head. “Think about that logically. Could you have possibly said those words if there truly was no air? Of course there’s no air or atmosphere outside this bubble—” “Ofcoursethere’snofuckingairhereorfuckingatmosphereonthefuckinggoddamnMOONyouGODDAMNFUCKINGCRAZYMORONICDJINN…” “Grace,” he roared in her face. ↗

— Thea Harrison

#humor #lol #funny

I have no idea how long Quisser was gone from the table. My attention became fully absorbed by the other faces in the club and the deep anxiety they betrayed to me, an anxiety that was not of the natural, existential sort but one that was caused by peculiar concerns of an uncanny nature. What a season is upon us, these faces seemed to say. And no doubt their voices would have spoken directly of certain peculiar concerns had they not been intimidated into weird equivocations and double entendres by the fear of falling victim to the same kind of unnatural affliction that had made so much trouble in the mind of the art critic Stuart Quisser. Who would be next? What could a person say these days, or even think, without feeling the dread of repercussion from powerfully connected groups and individuals? I could almost hear their voices asking, "Why here, why now?" But of course they could have just as easily been asking, "Why not here, why not now?" It would not occur to this crowd that there were no special rules involved; it would not occur to them, even though they were a crowd of imaginative artists, that the whole thing was simply a matter of random, purposeless terror that converged upon a particular place at a particular time for no particular reason. On the other hand, it would also not have occurred to them that they might have wished it all upon themselves, that they might have had a hand in bringing certain powerful forces and connections into our district simply by wishing them to come. They might have wished and wished for an unnatural evil to fall upon them but, for a while at least, nothing happened. Then the wishing stopped, the old wishes were forgotten yet at the same time gathered in strength, distilling themselves into a potent formula (who can say!), until one day the terrible season began. Because had they really told the truth, this artistic crowd might also have expressed what a sense of meaning (although of a negative sort), not to mention the vigorous thrill (although of an excruciating type), this season of unnatural evil had brought to their lives. ("Gas Station Carnivals") ↗

— Thomas Ligotti

#decadence #decadents #evil #fate #horror

Con il termine Personal Branding si definisce il processo di creazione e gestione del proprio Brand, inteso non solo dal punto di vista professionale ma anche come somma di tutti quegli elementi che rendono unica una persona. Il Personal Branding è il vero motivo per cui un cliente, un datore di lavoro o un partner sceglie te al posto di un altro, un tuo progetto in luogo di quello di un tuo competitor. In ogni riunione, telefonata, email, tutti gli scambi che intercorrono con altre persone servono a creare, rafforzare o modificare la tua immagine. Bastano pochi secondi per trasmettere una prima impressione. Ma non è questo che conta, è quello che riuscirai a fare di questa impressione che determinerà il tuo successo. Tutte queste dinamiche assumono nuove prospettive in Internet. Prova a googlare il tuo nome e guarda cosa succede. Ora immagina partner, colleghi, clienti attuali e potenziali, conoscenti e amici che fanno lo stesso. Riesci a comunicare la tua professionalità, coerenza e personalità? La Rete è il nuovo ufficio di collocamento! Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, LinkedIn, Xing: esistono servizi dove si incontrano i migliori professionisti di ogni settore e spazi nei quali le persone si incontrano, dialogano costantemente, fanno business. Essere consapevole e riuscire a gestire al meglio la tua immagine e il tuo Brand online, rafforzerà la tua reputazione e aiuterà la tua rete di contatti a crescere. Se sarai in grado di cogliere questa opportunità, migliorerai di molto il tuo percorso di carriera, la possibilità di fare business, di confrontare idee e progetti e raggiungere i tuoi obiettivi. ↗

— Tommaso Sorchiotti

#art