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Best Experienced With:      The Cult;    She Sells Sanctuary

(please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s treatise in a new browser window.   This one is for BMac who was missing Mr. Duffy’s face melting solo.)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I8mWG6HlmU 

 

 

 

Over the past ten days, the Mind of Mully Yahoo email account,  set aside for Natalie Imbruglia to accept my standing sushi dinner offer, has been besieged with offers of free African money.  So much money that I am relatively certain the title to the Emerald Isle will soon be mine.    When that happens, you may all join me at any pub in Ireland:   black and tans and Jameson’s on me.  Should this go according to Hoyle, I plan on sitting in the corner of the pub like Mickey Rourke’s character in the heart warming movie Barfly, blissfully slurring “drinks for all my friends”  from dawn til dusk.

Through a secret ballot audited by Arthur Anderson an hour ago, we have chosen the two best offers and now present them to those of you who joined us this evening.      Unedited.      Enjoy and please do not miss the big announcement at the bottom.    Deadline to invest in the bank is  Friday at midnight.

Letter One:  Second Place (the first loser)

 

Dear Sir,

 

I am The Manager of Bill and Exchange at the Foreign Remittance Department of African Development Bank (ADB). I am writing following the impressive information about you through one of my friends who runs a consultancy firm in my country. He assured me of your capability and reliability to champion this businees opportunity.

 

In my department we discovered an abandoned sum of $ 30M US dollars ( Thirty Million US Dollars Only ) . In an account that belongs to one of our foreign customer who died along with his entire family in December 2006 in a plane crash.Since we got information about his death, we have been expecting his next of kin to come over and claim his money because we cannot release it unless somebody applies for it as next of kin or relation to the deceased as indicated in our banking guidelines but unfortunately we learnt that all his supposed next of kin or relation died alongside with him at the plane crash leaving nobody behind for the claim.

 

It is therefore upon this discovery that I and other officials in my department now decided to make this businness proposal to you and release the money to you as the next of kin or relation to the deceased for safety and subsequent disbursement since nobody is coming for it and we dont want this money to go into the Bank treasury as unclaimed Bill.

 

 The Banking law and guideline here stipulates that if such money remained unclamed after seven years, the money will be transfered into the Bank treasury as unclaimed fund. The request of foreigner as next of kin in this business is occasioned by the fact that the customer was a foreigner and a Burkinabe cannot stand as next of kin to a foreigner.We agree that 40 % of this money will be for you as foreign partner, in respect to the provision of a foreign account, 10 % will be set aside for expenses incured during the business and 50 % would be for me and my colleagues.
 
 There after I and my colleagues will visit your country for disbursement accoding to the percentages indicated.  Therefore to enable the immediate transfer of this fund to you as arranged, you must apply first to the bank as relations or next of kin of the deceased indicating your bank name, your bank account number, your private telephone and fax number for easy and effective communication and location where in the money will be remitted.Upon receipt of your reply, I will send to you by fax or email the text of the application.
 
I will not fail to bring to your notice that this transaction is hitch free and that you should not entertain any atom of fear as all required arrangements have been made for the transfer.

 

 You should contact me immediately as soon as you receive this letter.
Trusting to hear from you immediately.

 

Yours faithfully,

 

DR. AHMED IBRAHIM.
BILL AND EXCHANGE MANAGER.
AFRICAN DEVELOPMENT BANK ADB.

 

 

Letter Two:  Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

 

Dearest Mully,

I am writing this mail to you with tears and sorrow from my heart.  With due respect trust and humanity, i appeal to you to exercise a little patience and read through my letter i feel quite safe dealing with you in this important business having gone through your remarkable profile, honestly i am writing this email to you with pains, tears and sorrow from my heart, i will really like to have a good relationship with you and i have a special reason why i decided to contact you, i decided to contact you due to the urgency of my situation,My name is Miss. Hope Kipkalya Kones, 25yrs old female and I held from Kenya in West Africa. My father was the former Kenyan road Minister.

He and Assistant Minister of Home Affairs Lorna Laboso had been on board the Cessna 210, which was headed to Kericho and crashed in a remote area called Kajong’a, in western Kenya. The plane crashed on the Tuesday 10th, June,2008. You can read more about the crash through the below site (editors note:  removed link).   After the burial of my father, my stepmother and uncle conspired and sold my father’s property to an italian Expertrate which the shared the money among themselves and live nothing for me.

One faithful morning, I opened my father’s briefcase and found out the documents which he have deposited huge amount of money in one bank in Burkina Faso with my name as the next of kin. I travelled to Burkina Faso to withdraw the money for a better life so that I can take care of myself and start a new life, on my arrival, the Bank Director whom I met in person told me that my father’s instuction to the bank is that the money would only be release to me when I am married or present a trustee who will help me and invest the money overseas. I am in search of an honest and reliable person who will help me and stand as my trustee so that I will present him to the Bank for transfer of the money to his bank account overseas.

I have chosen to contact you after my prayers and I believe that you will not betray my trust. But rather take me as your own sister. Though you may wonder why I am so soon revealing myself to you without knowing you, well I will say that my mind convinc ed me that you may be the true person to help me. Moreso, I will like to disclose much to you if you can help me to relocate to your country because my stepmother have threaten to assinate me.

The amount is( $9.8 USD )Million United State Dollars, and I have confirmed from the bank in Burkina Faso on my arrival, You will also help me to place the money in a more profitable business venture in your Country. However, you will help by recommending a nice University in your country so that I can complete my studies. It is my intention to compensate you with 40% of the total money for your services and the balance shall be my capital in your establishment. As soon as I receive your positive response showing your interest I will put things into action immediately. In the light of the above, I shall appreciate an urgent message indicating your ability and willingness to handle this transaction sincerely. Awaiting your urgent and positive response. Please do keep this only to your self for now untill the bank will transfer the fund.

I beg you not to disclose it till i come over because I am affraid of my weaked stepmother who has threatened to kill me and have the money alone ,I thank God Today that am out from my country (KENYA) but now In (Burkina Faso) where my father deposited these money with my name as the next of Kin.I have the documents for the claims.

 

Yours Sincerely,

Hope Kipkalya Kones.

 

Letter One:    $30,000,000 * 40% = $12,000,000

Letter Two:   $ 9,800,000 * 40% = $3,920,000

Hope won because she tugged the judges heartstrings and told a better story.   An illustrated, lively tale that had us all imagining her despair as she buried her father, yet allowing us to picture her smile when she found those documents in the briefcase, quickly realizing she could help me purchase Ireland back from those British heathens.  Sales and marketing professionals take note.  People narrow down the choices with their brain, but they always, always, always make the final decision with their heart.  This is one of the reasons that price does not matter.  Congratulations, Hope.  Perhaps you can take me to the next Cult show at the Royal Albert Hall?

Still, you all may have the same unanswered questions that I do.   These questions.

What happened to the other $21,100,000?   Why didn’t I get a letter from the person with the additional $21,100,000?   Did Mr. Ibrahim crash Hope’s father’s plane on purpose?   Why can’t I tell anyone about this?   If I do tell people about this (as I am doing right now), are my cats safe?  If the plane crashed in that really remote area of Kenya, how did Hope get her father’s body back to bury it?  Perhaps Hope has a helicopter or one of those cool hover boats they use in the Everglades? 

Why are so many stepmothers evil?  Is it a prerequisite to being a stepmother and is there a formal “evil stepmother” credentialing program?    What the heck is a Burkinabe and why can’t we easily find Burkinam on any globe or map?  Are they calling Istanbul “Burkinam” these days and, if so, why didn’t I get the memo?  Is there a market need for better Cessna mechanics in Africa or just a better supply of brand name Cessna spare parts?    Does anyone in Africa enable spell check on their email programs? 

Clearly there is an opportunity to become a haven for the millions and millions of dollars that are leaving Africa, never to be repatriated again.   This evening I am proud to announce to announce the opening of the (trademark pending) Mind of Mully International Bank of Change.   A haven for Africans with millions to in their pockets and nowhere to turn.   A non repatriating sanctuary for your African USD’s where we will charge a point less than the obvious going rate on the world market.  At the Mind of Mully International Bank of Change, we will only charge 39% and we will fix the ceiling on “expenses incurred” at 9%.  You Kenyans have been through enough pain.  Spend the 2% you save on something special for yourself or get that pony you wanted as a child.  

The Mind of Mully

I’m sure in her

You’ll find sanctuary

And the world

The world turns around…..

 

 

 

Bonus Music Track

 

Please visit the link below to hear She Sells Sanctuary played by The Vitamin String Quartet.  Well worth the listen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4AdEznJWtI&feature=related

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:       Violent Femmes;               Crazy

 

(please right click the link below to open the suggested music to this evening’s fake letter to a mythical hypothetical child in a new browser window.  Yes, that is The Femmes covering Gnarls Barkley like Gnarls Barkley covered The Femmes.  You are welcome!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fD-SMLTfuVw

 

Dear Mythical, Hypothetical Offspring,

          If you are reading this, it means you survived and I was able to stop the 2012 Mayan calendar disaster by filling the role of the character  John Cusak played in the God awful action adventure flick of the same name.   When President Obama called back in 2010 and told me I was the one man that could avert certain death and destruction when the Mayan calendar ended, I remember laughing and telling him that all calendars end………………..then they start again.

          If you are alive and getting this letter from your mythical and hypothetical mother on your sixteenth birthday, I guess President Obama was correct.  Apparently I single handedly stopped all those volcanoes and land slides and tidal waves and such.   You can be proud of your old man as you roll through life.  Moroever, your mythical hypothetical mother has at least a half dozen Nobel prizes so you can be proud of both of  your mythical, hypothetical parents.  Much like I was with my mother and father.     Good for you!

 

          The picture accompanying this letter is my favorite photo of us.  Your mother took the photo below on a bright sunny Parisian day next to the Eiffel Tower.  If you look closely, you can see the fire breathing unicorn that was terrorizing Paris for a month before we got there.  I saved Paris from that fire breathing unicorn and they gave us free wine and all the cheese we could carry home with us.   You and I also learned to say French stuff like “je ne sais quoi”, although I pronounced it far better than you did because I could actually speak.

 

          You are not allowed to do anything permanent until you are 30 because the hockey stick part of the “time/volume”  knowledge chart does not turn upwards until 30.  No tattoos until you are 30.  No babies until you are 30.  No marriages until you are 30.  No accepting The Popeship until you are 30. Pets are OK.  Get yourself a dog if you have a yard and seven cats if you don’t have a yard.  It’s the aggregate weight that counts when you are thinking about acquiring pets.   No permanent things until you are 30, please.

         

          On your 30^th birthday, you are allowed to go on dates.  Love and dating are mostly about timing and random luck.   For example, my quest for a sushi dinner with Natalie Imbruglia never really got off the ground and in 2011 my attention turned to Taylor Dayne.   Had Natalie and I randomly met somewhere, am certain that we would have had a great time hanging out, yet The Random did not feel like introducing us.   Love is a lot of fun; just make sure you treat the highs and lows the same way.   Love is very cool and I hope you find a ton of it. 

         

          And what of candy, my child?  During childhood and young adulthood, the question of candy will invariably arise.  Making candy choices is never easy, given the sheer volume of choices and the truth that the worst candy choice will always taste better than the world’s best brussel sprout.   Make your own choices and take the following under advisement.  Razzles:  first they are a candy, then they are a gum.  Little round Razzles are so much fun.  The best Necco wafers are the orange ones.  Pez, while fun, are somewhat dissatisfying.  Pez are the ribs of the candy world:  tons of work for very little reward.   If it’s candy you desire, Pez is the wrong choice.  Pez is more of a game than a candy, especially if you are able to do lots of voices and sounds and stuff like that Police Academy guy.

 

          Religion is a choice and the best way to choose the correct one for you is to read up on all religions and visit the services.  Find the right fit for your own ethical and moral compass.  If you love trees, perhaps Druidism is the right fit.  If you dig human sacrifice, maybe you’d be best suited as a Mesoamerican Aztec.  If you are good with pedophiles being hidden and shuttled to different geographic locations, join my old friends of the Catholic church.  What you choose is not as important as choosing the right fit for you.  Your faith will be the certain je ne sais quoi allowing  you to make the right decisions when life becomes silly or challenging.    See?     Told you we learned stuff on that Paris trip.  Love and your faith are going to be your spotters:  faith and love will catch you when you fall.

          When you choose your college major, choose something that provides a broad foundation.  The most nebulous of majors tend to provide the broadest base.  For example, Philosophy would be ideal.  Philosophy of Middle Eastern Cultures that Had at least Three Shorelines and Grew Olives would be far too specific.  Get a broad base and add to that base as you get older with further one, two, or four year programs.    Get the broad base from 18 to 22 and never stop building on that base.  Reinvent yourself every ten years through higher education.   Community colleges are ridiculously inexpensive and few avail themselves of the wealth of knowledge that can be purchased there for $100 a credit hour.  

          On that note, please commit yourself to a path of lifetime learning, even if it does not add to your paycheck.   Learn something new each year, even if you are utterly awful at that thing.  It’s the journey, not the destination, that counts.  Read and write every day to keep your noggin evolving.   One evening you may be watching one of the finest comedies ever, The Jerk, and you may need some help on a movie reference that has lost its context with time.  Allow me to be of some assistance:

 

          If your mother has not yet apologized to you for your physical appearance, allow me to apologize now.   On my best days, I am a solid 6.8 and, always dating above my bar, your mother is a solid 9.723.  How you turned out like that is truly a mystery and not worth worrying about.  In the medical world, that’s known as Willis/Moore Syndrome and the textbooks have photos of the Willis/Moore children.  Good looks are genetic and far less important than who you are, how you treat others, and what you add to the world. 

          Take care of yourself.  Do not overeat or under eat.  Take the entire course of an antibiotic, even when you start feeling better.  If you sneeze and your snot is green, you have a virus.   Antibiotics cannot kill viruses and antivirals only exist for The HIV.  Go to bed and get better when your snot is green.    Laugh as much as you possibly can each and every day.      Make sure you floss every night and get yourself one of those electric toothbrushes that times the proper brushing time.   For the love of God, do not bleach your teeth super white after 35 or you will look as silly as Matt Dillon’s character in Something About Mary.     Allow yourself to look your age as you get older.

          In that same vein, a quick exercise for you, little mythical hypothetical offspring.  Count to thirty as fast as you can.   Now, say the alphabet as fast as you can.  Now, count to thirty as fast as you can, but say the alphabet after each number (e.g. 1, A, 2, B, etc). Now, do the alphabet and the numbers while juggling three random items that may be right there on your desk.   That’s what texting while driving is like.  Don’t text while you drive or you will get in a car crash and possibly get decapitated.    Texting while driving is stupid and irresponsible:  you are neither of these descriptive adjectives.  

          A few final thoughts.   Never turn left across four lanes of traffic.  Make each day count and feel free to stay in bed all day on days when that’s how you feel like making that day count.   When you do get out of bed, make sure you are the candle that lights the darkness, not the voice that curses it.   Karl Marx’s best quote is “history repeats itself twice…first as tragedy, then as farce”.     It takes three licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop and never, ever, ever, ever start a land war in Southeast Asia.

Love,

 

 

Your Mythical, Hypothetical (Hero) Father…Mully

 

 

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

My heroes had the heart

To lose their life out on a limb

All I can remember is thinking

I want to be like them

 

 

 Colin Hay version of “Crazy” at the link below.    

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4tcRlHY-3Q

 

 

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:      Jane’s Addiction;                Superhero

(please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s treatise in a new browser window.  Welcome to Juan’s Addicion week in The Attic)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1vIkTeh7I

Maxwell’s equation is:

 

Maxwell’s equation has nothing to do with anything that is written this evening:  it has been a lonely equation looking for a place to pop up for a few years.   Have  no idea how to use Maxwell’s equation.   This works well because it has nothing to do with anything that is written here.  Maxwell’s equation is, YTD, the finest non sequitur of 2010, although we will not award the non sequitur of the year award until midnight on December 31, 2010.

 

Two long standing leadership questions.  What is the difference between management and leadership?  Is it better to be loved or feared?  Both are as entertaining to debate and as solvable as the chicken and the egg riddle thingy.  Neither questions matter, although both debates are invigorating and entertaining.

 

The three coolest things in the universe are James Dean, James Dean’s leather jacket, and suicide doors on any vehicle.  Mister Rodgers or Glenn Beck could buy a 1996 Yugo, retrofit that car with suicide doors and be the coolest guy in their neighborhood because of the suicide doors.  That’s how cool suicide doors are.

 

Damn shame that Donald Turnupseed was unable to keep his car in his own lane that day in 1955.  Damn shame.

 

Over twenty-five years, Barry Posner and James Kouzes have amassed more than 3,000,000,000 data points about what the best leaders in a wide variety of companies do best each day.  These leaders get up, have coffee, and lead very well.  Somewhat different than what Ricky Bobby does each morning, yet eerily close to what Ricky Bobby does each day in terms of results.  When leaders did what they did best each day, it boiled down to doing five seemingly obvious things.

Posner and Kouzes’ five practices of exemplary leadership are

1.  Challenging the process
2. Inspiring a sharing vision
3. Enabling others to act
4. Modeling the way
5. Encouraging the heart

 

 

The gents of Entourage have suicide doors on their triple black 1965 Cadillac convertible.  If you consider Vince, Eric, Turtle, and Johnny Bravo, they each exemplify Posner and Kouzes’ five practices in their own individual fashion in most of the Entourage episodes.  Plus they have  really, really cool suicide doors on their car.  Print this out and go pull up an episode of Entourage on your “On-Demand” system.  Compare P&K’s list with Turtle, Eric, Johnny Bravo, and Vince’s behavior in any episode.

See? 

 

When I left my first surgical sales and management gig in 2000, thought it would be a wise investment to spend the cash I won in the 1986 Irish Lottery on a PhD in Organizational Behavior at UC Irvine’s Paul Merage School of Business.  Firmly believe that businesses do not fail because of a poor product, poor financial leverage, or poor anything else.  Businesses fail because of poor leadership and the forcing of square pegs into round holes.  Organizational behavior and ironclad cultures are the foundation of successful companies, successful relationships, and successful parenting.

Quit that ten year gig on Valentine’s Day, 2000 with ninety days notice.  Went to Nepal for a bit to watch the beginning days of the Maoist revolution that we are currently watching explode in Kathmandu. Maoists were cutting off soldiers’ heads with surprisingly dull knives…….more on that next week.    Came home, applied to UC Irvine, got denied, went for a visit so they could say no to my smiling face, and got the preliminary thumbs up.  Planned on being the Michael Jordan of the organizational behavior market space, minus that stupid baseball thing.

Had the six year plan all sketched out when the program director, Claudia Bird Schoonhoven saved my life and UC Irvine’s incoming 2000 class.   Dr. Schoonhoven sat me down in her office, looked me in the eye, and said:  “you and I both know you do not love  you some research and neither of us is going to be happy at the end of six years.  Let’s hug it out and break up early instead of at the end of year two.”

Dr. Schoonhoven was dead on in her assessment and we hugged it out.  We each sighed and took the path more travelled by.  It did make all the difference in the world.  In retrospect, her OB program got a better doctoral candidate and I never had to fake joy while choosing a null hypothesis and a chi or rho.  My lack of talent in research and PhD-type activities would have rapidly surpassed my lack of talent in basketball-type activities.

Back in 1988, when I had the first “medical” sales job (a short stint in pharmaceutical sales that made me want to stick salt covered forks in my eyes as the sun came up each day), I was blessed with a sales manager as deep as Lake Tahoe.  One day as we were driving through York, Maine in my black on black, saltpeteresque Pontiac Bonneville sedan, Danny Mo handed me a hand written leadership poem.  Best poemish leadership synopsis in the galaxy.   Far less time consuming and far less opportunity cost when compared to UC Irvine’s value proposition.  Win-win.

Ari Gold’s character on Entourage answers the second leadership question up there in paragraph three.  It is best to be both loved and feared.  Ari Gold’s character personifies the poem Danny Mo handed over back in 1989.  As the best poems often do, all lines still ring true decades later.  Each line also can be applied to how Ari Gold leads as a benevolent despot.   Didn’t need a six year PhD program…..only needed that poem from Danny Mo.   Have shared it with new managers for twenty years.    Now it is yours to share.    

Enjoy.

The Challenge of Leadership

 

• I challenge you to do what you wisely want to do and can do best and then be proud doing that.

 

• I challenge you not to criticize unless you are willing to help.

 

• I challenge you to know yourself and be yourself, and to be able to laugh at yourself.

 

• I challenge you to have patience with the mistakes of others, and with the genius of every man

 

• I challenge you to stand up for what you believe and to question that which you know to be wrong.

 

• I challenge you to be dissatisfied, to constantly seek improvement of your world.

 

• I challenge you to look forward to the future with a feeling of confidence.

 

• I challenge you to keep your promises-to yourself, your civilization, your parents, your friends, and your God.

 

• I challenge you to responsibly accept the constant itching challenge of leadership.

 

                                                                                                                     (Tom Hubbard:   1943-1961)

 

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

 

Brick, stone

Cannot hurt me

Mad man

Around the city, goes

 

 

 

 

 

For more information on Posner and Kouzes and their leadership practices inventory, please visit their site here:

 

http://www.leadershipchallenge.com

 

 

Best Experienced With:   Juan’s Addicion;         Stop

(please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music to this evening’s three legged stool treatise in a new browser window)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwI02OHtZTg

 

“Señores y señoras”

(ladies and gentlemen)
“Nosotros tenemos mas influencia”

(we have more influence)
“Con sus hijos, que tu tienes”

(over your children than you do)
“Pero los queremos”

(but we love them, too)
“Creado y areglado”

(born in and a gift)
“De Los Angeles”

(from Los Angeles)
“Juan’s Adiccion”

(jane’s addiction)

 

 

“El unicornio respira el fuego y el caramel”

(the unicorn breathes fire and candy)

 

 

 

“No tengo miedo del fuego y el unicornio de respiración y nosotros del caramelo no necesitamos ninguna divisa que apesta” 

 

(i am not afraid of the fire and candy breathing unicorn and we do not need no stinking badges)

 

 

 

Ese unicornio un que vuela tiene rayas y pies púrpuras y anaranjados como un platypus 

 

(That one flying unicorn has purple and orange stripes and feet like a platypus.)

 

 

¡Cómo es impar! Es una maravilla que no baja sobre cuando aterriza para respirar el fuego y el caramelo en nuestra dirección general. 

 

(how odd!  It is a wonder it does not fall over when it lands to breathe fire and candy in our general direction.)

 

“Si utilizamos el fuego y el caramelo y conseguimos algunas galletas de Graham y melcochas, podríamos hacer S’ usos”

(if we used the fire and the candy and got some graham crackers and marshmallows, we could make S’mores)

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

Give me back that automobile

Turn off that smokestack

And that radio

Hum.  Along with me….

 

 

 

(This one is dedicated to Dr. Tim de Minnesota, cirujano extraorinary, who I get to hang with this Wednesday. )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:     Jay Z and Alphaville;    Young Forever

 

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music for this evening’s treatise in a new browser window.  May I please have some of your Milk Duds?  Thank you.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1nbvplgElw

 

“Be that as it may, a question can often be answered two ways”

(Brad Pitt as Death in Meet Joe Black)

 

 

 

Would image it would be challenging as a film writer person to go through life as M. Night Shyamalan, and not simply because of the uncomfortable pause from the second grade teacher each time he or she kicked off class by calling roll call.  Not for the massive time involved in filling out insurance paperwork or signing home loan documents.  No, it would be the expectations that every single movie you made until the sun burned out had some sort of massive surprise.

No chance to ever do a movie about a kid and his dog, or two people falling in love and then falling out of love and then falling back in love.  Nope, were you M. Night Shyamalan you’d have to make a movie about a boy and his dog and then at the end the dog would shed his dog skin and become a giant fire breathing cicada with an army of unicorns that took over Canada.

Hoosiers is one of my favorite sales and marketing movies.  Was watching those kids from Butler a few weeks back thinking about Gene Hackman screaming at his players to pass three times before shooting.  Used to show that part in the 1990’s at the beginning of sales training classes because it is an excellent example of discipline.   The other best sales and marketing movies, in no particular order, are:

• The Pursuit of Happyness
• Tin Men
• Glengarry Glen Ross
• Braveheart
• Wall Street
• Enron:  The Smartest Guys in The Room
• Lost in Translation
• Up In The Air

 

Glengarry Glen Ross not so much for the thirteen minute Alec Baldwin speech at the beginning, although that is a money speech.  Not because it is the only Mamet three act play that actually translated well into film.  Showed Glengarry Glen Ross to sales training classes because of the morons sitting around complaining about the “leads being weak” instead of going out and creating opportunities by knocking on doors.  There was a reason Mr. Romo never had to worry about winning the steak knives.  Mr. Romo was out creating opportunities and winning the Cadillac while the other morons were complaining about the leads and how someone else has a better territory.

All great sports movies are also great sales and marketing movies so we will throw in the following sports movies to widen the fishing pond for your weekend rentals:

• Brian’s Song
• Miracle
• Jimmy Valvano’s speech at the ESPY’s
• Breaking Away
• When We Were Kings
• Chariots of Fire
• It’s Good to Be Alive:  The Roy Campanella Story

 

Love movies generally have absolutely nothing to do with business, yet some may have a hot third date this coming weekend and need a good movie suggestion.   Any of the four below are wonderful.   If you cry I will call you a sissy.

• Seven Pounds
• Grosse Point Blank
• Lars and The Real Girl
• Buffalo 66

 

The Woman Who Loved Eddie Vedder (TWWLEV) was very nearly christened The Woman Who Loved Brad Pitt (TWWLBP).  Was really only a toss of a coin that got her TWWLEV instead of TWWLBP.  Was also easier going through those four years with her being TWWLEV because as mentioned last year, I actually get a haircut periodically and always felt more attractive than Mr. Vedder.  On my best days in 1996, never felt remotely close to Mr. Pitt’s attractiveness quintile. 

Some of my favorite movies are those with extremely high body counts.  Movies like True Romance where virtually everyone dies at the end.  That kind of high body count.   Might be because we all snuck into the first slasher movie, Halloween, back in 1978.  Our group was chock full of thirteen year olds and it was a big deal that we snuck into the Fairview Theater for an “R” movie. 

Nothing we had ever seen on the big screen prepared us for Michael Myers and the wide variety of ways he brought death to those naughty kids.  Some viewers were scarred for life.  I became so hooked on high body counts that the finest twelve-step programs in Europe could not get me to watch ET or anything remotely like ET.   Have never seen ET and never will.   There is no death in ET.

 

Meet Joe Black does not have a high body count.  It does, however, have the finest “car kills man” scene in the history of moviemaking.  If you have not yet seen that scene, please go You Tube it and watch it.  The rest of us will stay here and wait for you.   See it?  Pretty cool, eh?  Imagine how happy I was watching that in a theater with TWWLEV.  Thought I was being dragged to a Brad Pitt flick on a Saturday night and BOOM, Brad Pitt gets destroyed by not one car but two cars.  Eighteen minutes into the movie and, seemingly, I am home free.        No more Brad Pitt.

Imagine my dismay as Brad Pitt is reanimated as Death when Death chooses to take a holiday.  Brad Pitt fatless, nearly naked and thirty feet high when he finally decides that he and the Claire Forlina character are going to make whoopee.  While Ms. Forlina’s character was equally nearly naked, I still kept hoping and praying for cars to crash through her bedroom wall, once again flipping Mr. Pitt head over heels and killing his character once and for all. 

Ms. Forlina married for the first time in 2007, breaking my heart.  I remain hopeful that their marriage blows up bigger than Nagasaki in the very near future.  At that time, I will toss my halfhearted pursuit of Natalie Imbruglia to the side and be there for Claire to help her pick up the pieces.  Patience is a virtue.

Meet Joe Black remains one of the best combos of business and love movies.  Death, Quince, and William Parrish have fantastic lines, some of which are shared below.  If you’ve never seen it and you have a third date coming up this weekend, go pick it up.  You are welcome!

Meet Joe Black has the finest negotiating line in any movie.  Joe Black says the following line twice during the film and it would make an excellent parting line in your next negotiation.   The next time you are in a high stakes, heated negotiation and you feel like testing your walk away power in the negotiation, gather your belongings, thank the other party for their time and say the words directly below.  Please let us know how it turns out?  At the very least, you will feel empowered on your way to the parking lot.   Odds are the other party will be waiting at your car  

“Should you choose to test my resolve in this matter, you will be facing finality beyond your comprehension, and you will not be counting days, or months, or years, but millenniums in a place with no doors.”

The best quote a friend told me about love years ago is “love is allowing yourself to be known and knowing the other person”.  Believe she stole that from Kahlil Gibran but have never checked……..great quote, nonetheless.   It captures the essence of love rather well.  Meet Joe Black has the finest line about the definition of love, as Quince explains to Death towards the end of the flick.

“Because she knows the worst thing about me and it’s okay”

Meet Joe Black has the finest line from a father about a daughter in any film when William Parrish says the following about his daughter:

“I loved Susan from the moment she was born, and I love her now and every minute in between. And what I dream of is a man who will discover her, and that she will discover a man who will love her, who is worthy of her, who is of this world, this time and has the grace, compassion, and fortitude to walk beside her as she makes her way through this beautiful thing called life.”

Meet Joe Black has the one of the finest toast lines ever.  William Parrish makes the following short and sweet toast to the folks at his 65^th birthday party.  Very honest toast with a solid shout out to luck at the end, as well as a very cool wish for his friends. 

What a glorious night. Every face I see is a memory. It may not be a perfectly perfect memory. Sometimes we had our ups and downs. But we’re all together, and you’re mine for a night. And I’m going to break precedent and tell you my one candle wish: that you would have a life as lucky as mine, where you can wake up one morning and say, “I don’t want anything more.” Sixty-five years. Don’t they go by in a blink?

Finally, we come to William Parrish’s explanation of love to his daughter, played by the aforementioned Ms. Forlina.  Meet Joe Black has the finest descriptive paragraph on love ever written for a movie, play, sonnet, or haiku in the history of mankind or dinosaurkind. 

“Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love – well, you haven’t lived a life at all.  You have to try.  Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.”

 

Would submit that the finest of career adventures also mirror the quote above on love.  This makes Meet Joe Black the finest business and love movie in the universe.

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

 So if you love me, baby

This is how you let me know

Don’t ever let me go

That’s how you let me know

 

 

 For more details on The Woman Who Loved Eddie Vedder (TWWLEV), please click the following link:

 

https://mindofmullybizhausshoppe.wordpress.com/2009/10/11/i-wish-i-was-a-neutron-bomb-for-once-i-could-go-off/

 

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Best Experienced With:           Sponge;      Molly

(please right click the link below to open up the suggested background music to this evening’s game night in the Attic in a new browser window.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uY3NqMojwZA

Quick review of the rules for those that have been in a coma or otherwise incarcerated:

Equal time and opportunity for the  illiteratus:

And…….3, 2, 1:

And…….3, 2, 1:

And…….3, 2, 1:

And…….3, 2, 1:

Winner, winner chicken dinner.     Wow.    Dark horse contender.

Please join us a year from now for another Mind of Mully game night where we will add some complexity to the system.   In 2011 we will offer the traditional RPS, as well as the advanced:

And the super mega massively advanced RPS which is, of course, where we got this evening’s beautiful and intentional suggested background music.

Thanks for visiting.    Please help yourself to a mint or a pack of matches on the way down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Mind of Mully

 I see the lipstick on your glass

I think you’re drunk, I start to laugh

I found your note

The letters ran

  

It said I loved you.    Yeah.

 

 

Best Experienced With:     Crash Test Dummies;     Afternoons and Coffeespoons

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j53VGZnW4fU

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock   (TS Eliot)

 

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question.

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,

And seeing that it was a soft October night,

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

There will be time to murder and create,

And time for all the works and days of hands

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair–

(They will say: ‘How his hair is growing thin!”)

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin–

(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?

 

And I have known the eyes already, known them all–

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

Then how should I begin

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all–

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare

(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)

Is it perfume from a dress

That makes me so digress?

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

And should I then presume?

And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes

Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mind of Mully

 Afternoons……..

Will be measure out

Measured out and measured with

Coffee spoons

 

 

……………and TS Eliot

Best Experienced With:          U2:       God Part 2

(please right click on the link below to open the suggested music for this evening’s treatise in a new browser window)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7fhIVgpSnc

( Welcome to The Attic, Abu Talhah al-Amrikee (nee Zach).  The purple and orange plaid “reformed Goth” carpet square has your name all over it, Zach.  Come on over here to the back corner so we can read you this intervention letter.  Mr. Lohan was unable to join.   Sorry.    He is busy with his eldest daughter)

An open intervention type letter to Abu Talhah al-Amrikee (nee Zach Chesser) and the other dozen or so members of Revolution Muslim that each appear to be roughly as white bread as me.  Going to go out on a limb and also assume that members of Revolution Muslim also dance roughly as well as this white bread guy from The Land of Cleve….because our United States roots are roughly the same.  Get over here Revolution Muslim kids and give us a group hug!

We made you some brownies, if you would like a snack while you read through the letter, Abu Talhah al-Amrikee.   Know what goes perfectly with fresh baked brownies?   Ice cold glass of milk.   Help yourself to some fresh baked brownies and ice cold milk, Abu Talhah al-Amrikee.   Shall we begin?

Dear Abu Talhah al-Amrikee:

Man, but twenty is hard, isn’t it?  Just leaving the nest and trying out your own wings.  Mom and dad still working on pushing you down their path when all you want to do is go your own way and skin your own knees with some poor choices for a bit.   Working on breaking away from your Goth friends and their industrial music because you don’t look good in black eyeliner and industrial music sucks.  Twenty is hard, Abu Talhah al-Amrikee.

Been following your threats against Trey Parker and Matt Stone for over a week now.  I feel your pain and anguish.   Were you aware that Barbara Streisand celebrated her sixty-eighth birthday yesterday?  She did.  I have not yet sealed or mailed her birthday card yet and would be more than willing to sign your name there along with mine.  You are welcome!

Last season Mr. Parker and Stone not only portrayed Ms. Streisand as a heinous Witchy-Poo (note to self: check the H.R. Pufnstuf box on white board) looking normal character, they turned her into a giant evil robot that almost destroyed the town of South Park.  Can you imagine?   Barbara Streisand!    You may have seen the giant robot B.S. brought to life by Tom Cruise in that episode that caused you to call for Mr. Parker and Stone’s death.  Not only did they put the prophet in a bear costume, they reanimated the giant robot Babs!  There is no humor in a gigantic robotic Barbara Streisand.

Something you may want to look into this week.  It’s quite possible that you are reading out of the wrong Koran.  Maybe some of your friends were goofing on you and swapped out the real Koran for one that makes you angry all day long?   Ask your buddies and see what they say.  The rest of us will wait right here.  No?   Dang it.

OK, let’s say you are actually using the right Koran and your buddies are not goofing on you.  It is also possible that you are reading the Koran in a somewhat different fashion that the rest of the Islamic world.   Removing religion, here is a very personal example from my childhood in The Land of Cleve involving a poorly dressed cowboy guy and his simian buddy.

My childhood friends and I all read books about the inquisitive and mischievous Curious George.   We read Curious George and The Firefighters, Curious George Flies a Kite, Curious George Goes to the Hospital, and oh so many more editions of the Curious George saga.  My friends all loved the books and shared them amongst themselves.  My friends and I had a different take away from the annals of Curious George.

We visited the zoo often when I was a child.  My sisters and I saw first hand what monkeys (and other primates) did with their poop.   With each page I turned, expected a colorful illustration of Curious George flinging his poop at a fire truck, some other child holding onto their kite, or at some unsuspecting nurse wheeling an IV pump down the hospital hallway.   Moreover, the Man in the Yellow Hat creeped me out.  Why did he always wear bright yellow?   Did he just have that one bright yellow suit that he cleaned each evening or was there an entire closet filled with nothing but bright yellow suits with the pants ending just below the knee?  Why would a single man choose to allow a monkey that might hurl poop at any moment to freely roam not only through his own house, but through his entire city?

See my point?  My friends and I read the same Curious George books with a completely different interpretation.  They came away from each adventure smiling and I came away feeling just a little bit more antsy about this seemingly poop-less monkey and the city that allowed this odd man in a yellow culot pants suit to freely bring that monkey into all their public service buildings.  Different people get different things out of the same book.

Back on point with a few more questions before we rap up this letter.   When you were called Zach Chesser, attending normal kid Oakton High School in Virginia, did you Virginia school kids study the First Amendment?   Four years ago, when you were a well shaven Christian kid rowing for the crew team, did you and your buddies discuss the freedoms afforded you in the country where your parents chose to raise you?   You are angrily railing against the same freedom that allows you to post a picture of Theo Van Gogh with three knives in his chest.  Did the English teacher at Oakton define “hypocrisy” for you Virginia Goth kids four years ago?  Mom and dad must be proud!   Their son posting photos of a Danish murder victim on his web site.  They are going to have a tough time explaining the dead guy on your web site picture to the neighbors at next week’s bridge game, but your parents know twenty is a hard year.   Twenty is tough, Zach.

Thanksgiving dinner may be a wee bit frosty this year, Zach, which brings us to the set up for the final paragraph.  An alternate plan for you that will allow you to avoid an uncomfy Thanksgiving meal with your family.  If you and your high school buddies have a Friday after Thanksgiving football game like we used to have in The Land of Cleve, you are going to get the smack down.   Does not matter which side picks you last on that November Friday, Zach, you are going to get the cage match smack down from both sides.    No tap out.   We believe in love up here in The Attic and do not want to see you have a bad Thanksgiving.  Please, read on.

When I was sorting through my own feeling about Mr. Parker and Mr. Stone during the Barbara Streisand crisis, figured that one option would be to leave the United States and go to a fundamentalist country where free speech is banned.  A country where there is no South Park to threaten my very existence and faith.   Should you choose to borrow this offense, below are three one way flights the Mind of Mully crack travel agent team found for you this morning.  Have a nice trip, Zach!

One way ticket to Sana’a  leaves JFK at 1:25 p.m. daily

One way ticket to Bahrain leaves JFK at 8:30 p.m. daily

One way ticket to Khartoum leaves JFK at 3:20 p.m. daily

All My Best (and Assalaam-O-Alaikum),

Mully

PS: If you and your 9 friends want to ambush me like Theo VG for being honest with you, I also respect that behavior.  You do what you have to do.   Here is my most recent driver’s license with a photo, my address, and my real name.   This “Mully” stuff is to throw off the press and the paparazzi.   Hugs.

The Mind of Mully

Heard a singer on the radio

Late last night

Said he is going to kick the darkness

Until it bleeds daylight

Me too……………..

The Mind of Mully:  kicking the darkness in the mouth over and over until it bleeds light for over fifty-seven months.

HR Pufnstuf:   Who’s your friend when things get tough?  Can’t do a little bcause you can’t do enough.

I.          I believe in love………………stop it.

Give me that hug, Zach!   I love you, man.

Twenty is hard!  Oh, the angst and the fervor…..soemtimes they tear you apart inside.  You are safe up here in The Attic, Zach.  May I have one of your brownies, please?   Thanks!

 

(Best Experienced With:      Coldplay;     The Scientist

 (please right click on the link below to open the suggested music for this evening’s treatise in a new browser window.  This is not only the most beautiful song written ever for a science fair, it is the only song ever written for a science fair.  Welcome to the science fair.   Thanks for coming)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdBym7kv2IM

Welcome to the first annual Mind of Mully Science Fair.  Please take your time visiting all the booths.  When you are finished, there are cookies and punch at the back of the room.  The punch is in bottles labeled “Pilsner”.

The Scientific Method

Any part of any business can and should be looked at from a scientific point of view.  The best method is something we all learned in seventh grade science, a method very cleverly called the “scientific method”.  This is an objective method using an experimental design, predictions, some well defined hypotheses, and a good model.

Once the experiments have been run and data compiled, we should always have a thorough peer review because no one thinks their own baby is ugly.  And most babies really are ugly for that first six months or so.   And you know this.   Had I chosen to pr0create when I still had the urge, would have sent that baby intro card to each of you after we got home for the hospital.  Printed inside the card would have been the following:  “yes, like all babies, this one is pretty odd looking.  Still, we remain confident that the head will become human shaped soon and are we certain little (_________) will someday be exceptionally good looking.  To us, anyway.”

Back to the Mind of Mully Science Fair exhibit on the scientific method.  With some help from my friends Eran, J Hoff and Stevie and their brand new apartment, we will demonstrate the scientific method in a very elemental form and one we can all understand.  You, the Mind of Mullyites, will be our objective peer review.

Did you see the movie Almost Famous?  What is your favorite line from that flick?  Mine is when the lead singer man is standing on the roof of the party and he screams “I am a golden god” while jumping into the pool.  Our hypothesis is twofold.  First, that we can reproduce that scene with minimal morbidity or mortality.  Second, it will be a great deal of fun.

First, we will see our friend Eran jumping off the roof while wearing three colored boas while screaming “I am a golden god!”  The goal is for him to make it into the pool.  Our prediction is that he will make it into the pool.  Let’s see how he does.

Our prediction was correct and the model is slowly but surely taking shape.  Second, we will see J Hoff jumping off the roof wearing a suit jacket and a Dallas Cowboys helmet while screaming “I am a golden god!”.  The goal is for him to make it into the pool.  Our prediction is that he will make it into the pool.  Let’s see how he does.

Our prediction was correct.  Third, we will add more small variables and see if the experiment overall is reproducible.   Stevie’s goal is to make it into the pool while screaming “I am a golden god” while wearing a Speedo and a multi-zippered, silver Members Only jacket.  Our prediction is that he will make it into the pool.  Let’s see how he does.

Our prediction was correct yet again and we are slowly but surely proving our hypothesis and building our model.  For the final piece to our experimental design, Mully will jump into the pool from the roof while screaming “I am a golden god”, wearing a bathrobe and a bright yellow boa and also holding a Foster’s oil can beer in his hand.   Our prediction is that he will make it into the pool.  Let’s see how he does.

Our final prediction was correct as well.  Although we do not have twenty-six more friends for this experiment, we will allow you all to do the peer review.  Marketing peeps!  Please keep in mind that thirty (30, 29+1, etc) is the minimum data point from which you can even begin extrapolating.  Four people saying they need something or will buy something from you means virtually nothing.   The larger your sample the size, the better your strategic  market analysis.

Unless you are a golden god…..which, clearly Eran, J Hof, Stevie and Mully are.        It is in writing and on video so it must be true.   The video is at the bottom of this MLOG.

(the cartoon above is for our friends Erin and Joe P.  Boo ya)

 

Newton’s Law of Gravity

 

As shown in the photo below, Newton’s Law of Gravity can be proven in your own home using any animate or inanimate objects.  Far more detailed and less amusing equations and such can be found in Mr. Newton’s 1687 book Principia.  Nothing in Principia is as amusing as two cats dropping a Daschund and a Great Dane from the top of a stairwell.  Feel free to do some outside reading on all three of Mr. Newton’s laws of motion, although none are as amusing as two cats dropping a Dashund and a Great Dane from the top of a stairwell to see that both drop at the same rate and land at the same time.  Only pyrotechnics could add to the photo below and our crack team of liability attorneys have advise us against pyrotechnics.  This year, anyway.   2011 has different rules and we will blow things up all day long during that event.

(  Editor’s Note:  No dogs were actually dropped for this science fair exhibit.  This is just a silly picture.  Yes, I love dogs as much as cats.  If I had a yard, would fill it with dogs.  There was no silly picture of two dogs dropping cats from the top of a stairwell.   Were there a picture like that, it would be above.  If someone makes one, please send it this way.  Thanks.  )

 

 

 

The Krebs Cycle

 

 

The Kubler Ross Cycle

Somewhere between the ages of one and three, when your parents took away your first toy, you began working your way through the stages of grief.  Your time spent toyless in the playpen was practice time for the Kubler Ross Cycle.  Most of us built upon it for the next “X” number of years and honed our ability to properly deal with each sequential stage.

With the proper amount of practice, the most adept at the Kubler Ross Cycle can roll through it in less than four minutes, as shown graphically and wordily below.  The best sales professionals, those with a Teflon exterior, are able to cycle through the Kubler Ross Cycle in less than three minutes and move onto the next open door.  Done is done and gone is gone.  Only Chris Martin can actually go back to the start.

For Attic visitors not familiar with the Kubler Ross cycle, below is a moronic representation of the full Kubler Ross cycle and the timing through four minutes.

Denial:  There is no way that cat knocked over my Foster’s.  There is no frigging way that dang cat knocked over a full Foster’s!  (14 seconds)

 

Anger:  You moron cats!  That was a full beer!  See this squirt gun?  Yeah, you see this squirt gun.  You know what the squirt gun means and you know I’m not afraid to use the squirt gun.  You moron cats!  That was a full beer!  (3 minutes and 11 seconds)

Bargaining:  “Dear Random:  I know I just soaked the cat with the squirt gun and am wholeheartedly sorry about that.  I’ll never do it again if you just please bring back that spilled beer.  Pinky promise.”  (23 seconds)

 

Depression: “This alone, I was convinced, had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush, towards the gleam of fires, the throb of drums, the drone of weird incantations; this alone had beguiled his unlawful soul beyond the bounds of permitted aspirations.”  Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad  (4 seconds)

 

Acceptance:  Good thing the Foster’s twelve pack was on sale for $11.99 at Longs Drugs.  Here kitty, kitty, kitty.  (2 seconds)

Thanks for joining us for the first annual Mind of Mully Science Fair.   For 2011, we will call it the Mind of Mully Scientific Faire because “fair(e)” is far more stupid than “fair”, much like “haus” and “shoppe”.   2011’s exhibits will all have to do with fire, flammable material or items that can detonate with no notice.  Please submit your fair(e) entries to our crack staff of liability attorneys no later than July 13.  As always, thanks for joining us in The Attic.

Mind of Mully

 

Just guessing at numbers and figures

Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science

Science and progress

 

Of course no one told you it would be “so hard”.   Most people would not show up if it were called “so hard”.   And of course it’s not easy.   Easy is boring and has almost as much value as free.

 

 

Best Experienced With:    Street Sweeper Social Club;           Good Morning, Mrs. Smith

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7g7_pAaKwZk

 

Friday afternoon arts and crafts with the Reese’s Cup of musical combinations.   “You got your Tommy Morello in my Boots Riley!”  “You got your Boots Riley in my Tommy Morello”  Two great tastes that taste great together.

 

Very few play the guitar as skillfully as Mr. Morello of Rage Against The Machine.

 

Very few throw the rhymes as skillfully as Mr. Riley of The Coup.

 

No group is better suited as background music for a Friday afternoon origami arts and crafts session than Street Sweeper Social Club.  Got your scissors?  Got your Pilsner?  Got your paper?  Good to go………………….

 

“Took the collection note you left at my spot and made you origami……..”

 

“Took the eviction notice tacked on your door and made you origami…….”

“I took the farewell note you meant for your ex and made you origami………”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

The Mind of Mully

 

May salutations

Interrupt your isolation

I’m just like you

Another profit calculation

 

 

Good morning, Mrs Smith.