The ambition, the inspiration, the "want", the "need". I've got that. I know where I want to go. I know how to get there. It's moving in the necessary direction that's hard.

OK, I'll admit. I don't do too badly. I probably do better than most people out there - which isn't saying much since most people are hella lazy. At least I'm heading in the right direction and know where I'm going.

The problem with motivation is that it's temporary. You need to take advantage of it while you have it. Motivation is good now, but it's routine that gets you where you need to be. There are no montages in life. You can't just pass the months away to a Mötley Crüe classic while your muscles or knowledge grow to their necessary sizes - and sadly, in this "gimme everything now" time we live in, most people would probably choose that option if it was given.

The other problem with motivation is that it's never the same thing that gets you going. What works one day isn't necessarily going to work the next day. You've always got to be on the lookout for new tricks.

One trick I used to have was watching the training montage from any of the Rocky movies before working out. They only go for a few minutes and they worked great. I'm not sure how it is for females, but due to the high testosterone of males, all you have to do is start thinking about people fighting and your blood starts pumping.

Then I discovered Nike commercials.

Of course these are great for exercise, but the harder things in life aren't about exercise. It's about getting your ass out of your seat and getting your assignments done on time, getting your book written or cleaning the God damn house already!

These kinds of obstacles need totally different motivators, which can be found in the oddest of places.

You need to figure out what it is that motivates you so that you can turn it on and off at the flick of a switch. If it's the fear of failure, then so be it.

I've never liked the idea of living every day as if it was your last. It's stupid because nobody does it. If you really did live every day like it was your last, you'd be living very destructively and you wouldn't be focusing on the long-term, where the real satisfaction is at.

Instead I think it's better to plan and to take things one step at a time.

If you really want to get a fire under your ass, try to remember that feeling you get when you're overdue on something. Your assignment is literally due in a few hours and you're way behind, or your new girlfriends' parents are coming around for dinner in thirty minutes and you still haven't cleaned the house.

You get a particular rush of adrenaline then, and suddenly you start moving. So many people live like this, leaving everything to the last minute. Literally running out of time.

So just imagine your life is running out of time - because it is. It's hard to do, but it's possible - just don't do the "live life like its your last day" thing. Plan steps meticulously, and plan for your plans to fail. Your life, quite literally, is running out of time. And no one has ever proved that you get another shot.

Are you going to turn around at the end of your life having wished you could try again?

I've said it before. Regret from inaction is far more common than regret from action. So hurry up and make some frigging mistakes.

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SON:"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

DAD:"Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.

SON:"Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD:"That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
the man said angrily.

SON:"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD:"If you must know, I make Rs.100 an hour."

SON:"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON:"Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?"

The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs.50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.

"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.. Here's the Rs.50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have Rs.100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

Moral:
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that Rs.100 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.

But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.
By : Sarfaraz amani

Of course, I'm trying not to think about all the work I have to do tomorrow at the office.

Compliments let me know I'm doing my job.

A career in journalism, especially in the beginning stages, isn't based on hard numbers - it's not black and white. It's creative, interpretive and subjective. It receives judgment and criticism.

That's what runs through my head every time I e-mail a completed assignment to my editor at The Fort Pierce Tribune, and I always slightly panic. Clearly I need compliments.

Usually an e-mail back from her saying she likes my story or it's good suffices. But nothing beats praise from her through other reporters.

I received a message the other day from a former Scripps reporter telling me that I made a good impression as a reporter there, and he thinks they'd hire me as soon as the economic situation improves. Today a long-time Tribune photojournalist told me that he heard about me from my editor - in a good way.

But it's also great to get compliments from those I actually interview. The main source for an assignment I covered today e-mailed me to tell me again how much she appreciated me taking time late the night before to interview her. I got the main information for the story before the program today so that I wouldn't take away from her time teaching the kids.

All that matters is that I'm doing something right.

Although I was born in New York City, my parents quickly moved us out because of the dangerous environment we lived in (Spanish Harlem). We then moved to the small town of Chester, NY. It is a place where everyone knows each other by name. With that comes recognition. I was well known in that area for being the "designer" of my town. I contributed so much time to help my high school, my church, the library, and the town itself. I was often recognized for my work. I know that my career is in New York. But I knew I would miss the recognition I received.

However, it got to a point where I decided felt to claustrophobic by my little town. Sometimes that small town feel can cause a lot of drama. (Especially when I'm an obvious liberal and the rest of the town is VERY conservative).

I'm not gonna lie. I had no idea what Rochester, NY or Western New York was for most of my lifetime. But I decided to venture into this area when looking for a great design school. Sure it would have been easier for me to go to NYC as I live closer to it, but I was stuck between disliking the tiny town and scared of the chaotic city. Western New York is that sweet spot in between I discovered.I feel in love with this area when I began school here in Rochester.

I've grown atached to Rochester. But now, in a few months I'll be on my own. I'll need to find a job. After working the summer internship I really want to stay in a nice mid-size market that Rochester has. What I got from this article was that, maybe I should stick with my intuition, maybe I should not falter and go to where the jobs are. I feel more confortable here.

After all, shouldn't I be enjoying my career. Not stressed out about it like I would be in New York?

Read the article, tell me what you think.

• Shortstop for a major league baseball team. Right now I would like to be an actor or owner of a great chain of restaurants.

• I wanted to be a family lawyer and ended up in legal information services/legal publishing.  Otherwise, I would do  in healthcare, possibly be a pharmacist. The shortage of healthcare workers has created a great environment for certain fields in the industry.

• ...I don't remember

• Forensic examiner, virologist, attorney. That's been about it. Right now, if I could hold any job, it would be a judge. Second choice: Assistant United States Attorney, the job I'm currently doing.

• I wanted to be a lawyer and an archaeologist. If I could be anything, I'd be independently wealthy!

• I used to want to be a lawyer when I was a kid, but my Dad was a lawyer so I don't know if that counts. After college, I was deciding between visual artist, Rabbi, teacher or lawyer. In my own way, I tried all of them before deciding on law. If I could be anything, I'd probably like to be a rock star, but I have no talent in that area. I wouldn't mind being a fiction writer and visual artist either.

Please share what you wanted to be and what you would do if you could be anything now.

Preparation
As a personal finance writer, you could reasonably expect that I have a big enough emergency fund to weather this storm.  Three to six months living expenses is the standard advice, after all.  But, woe to me!, I have only one month living expenses saved up.  From past experience, I know it takes about three months to land a new job.  So we're praying for a miracle this time.

If you don't have enough in your emergency fund to survive three months without a paycheck, might I suggest you make that your top priority?  Whether you know it or not, your job is probably as precarious as mine.  You could lose your job in a heartbeat, and then be left to wonder how you'll put food on the table.  Do yourself a favor.  Scrimp and scrounge until you have an emergency fund (and don't forget to check under the couch cushions), and then don't spend it except in an emergency.

Loyalty
There were several times in the last year when I was tempted to put some feelers out, to see what other jobs might be out there.  But somehow this always seemed wrong to me, like I was being disloyal to the great job I already had.  I am now no longer worried about loyalty.

If you have a job, realize your job security is only as strong as your company's ability to pay the bills.  If they're having trouble paying the bills you can expect them to start cutting expenses, and employees are expensive.

If you are an employer and discover that one of your employees is checking out the job market, don't fret.  That employee is just being sensible.  Unless you have reason to believe otherwise, that employee is probably not unhappy, but just trying to stay aware of what's going on out there.

Worry
So now here I am, a week into unemployment, soon-to-be-penniless, with only a couple leads to go on.  But here's something else I've learned: something will come up.  If you're unemployed, just realize the one who knows when a sparrow falls to earth knows you need a job.  If you stay optimistic, you'll save yourself a lot of ulcers.  You'll also be in a better mental state to evaluate and take advantage of any surprise deals/offers/ideas you run across.  In the words of the immortal philosopher, "Don't worry, be happy."

This article originally appeared in the September 3, 2008, edition of the Greenhorn Valley View.

I should be shining my shoes, studying, or icing my stomach but I thought I would share this....I find myself laughing and drooling at the same time. Silver is the new Black!

What in the world am I rambling on about? Well, the Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer, of course. I read the entire saga within a week, and I'm actually re-reading the first book so that I can recall all of the details before the Novemeber 21st movie comes out. I'm lucky to have a husband who supports my new addiction (and he's even promised to take me to the movie). When I read a book, I tend to throw myself into that world, and I don't want to leave it. Normally, though, I ease my way out; but with these books, I continue to suck myself in.

After reading the saga, I've had the sudden urge to write. My brain has been in overdrive lately, yet I can't seem to catch a thought long enough to make something of it. I'm at a crossroads with myself. So, I ask of you, my readers: what do you do when you feel as if you must write but cannot write anything for the life of you? I feel as if I've had writer's block for much too long, and I'm ready to knock the walls down.

This post is brought on by the whole Sarah Palin thing, but it's not really about Sarah Palin. It's more about how the issue effects women (and their families) in general. Part of it is that having children interrupts the "traditional" career progression. The traditional progression is to climb your way to the top, or to at least remain in the workforce for most of your adult life. (Of course it's traditional because that's what most men do.) Having children can mean losing career opportunities. Too bad biology doesn't let us mature in our personal and career lives, retire, and then have children. But humans have a biological clock. (Yes, even men.) The prime time to have kids is right smackdab in the middle of the best years of our professional lives. Taking off time from the workforce means loss of skills, especially in a world where specialized, technical skills are valued and technology is constantly changing.

Personally, I think much of this issue has to do with how our society is set up. How awesome would it be if the mother and the father received government-mandated paid leave after the birth or adoption of a child? Maybe workplaces could offer quality childcare. Or maybe they could provide women with frequent breast-feeding/ nurturing breaks throughout the day. Or maybe they could just have a room where women could either breastfeed their babies or pump milk for them. Parents who take off time from the workforce could be guaranteed to retain their job if they took continuing education courses and returned within x amount of years. There's lots of possibilities, but unfortunately they are not cheap. And in our economy and culture, the bottom line matters.

For me, I would like to stay home with my children. Or if I had to (or choose to) work I would try to only have minimum hours. It would make more sense for J to work because he has a higher paying job, and he lacks some of the things that only a mother can provide (i.e. milk). But if I needed to work, J would stay home and (ideally) bring the baby in for feedings. I'm not aiming for some high-powered job, so I'm not too concerned about a break in my career. I would, however, become rusty on my nursing skills and maybe let my license lapse. In that case, maybe it would be better if I worked a few hours a week. (For a nurse, part time is about two shifts a week.) Or maybe when I go back work when the kids are old enough, I could take on a different role, such as a nurse educator or administrator. So, I would do things sequentially if I could. College, marriage, beginning of career, grad school, children, career, retire. I think I would go crazy if I tried to do everything all at once.

I think there is hope for a more family-oriented workplace. Most men in my generation are more family focused than their parents and especially their grandparents. My grandfather was a bit of a travelling salesman who sold parts to engineering companies. He was rarely home and when he was around, he mostly wanted to watch tv. My dad shouldered much of the economic responsibility in my family because he needed to climb that corporate ladder so that we could afford our standard of living. When he was home, he mostly stuck to himself, especially when we were older. J, on the other hand, seems to be irritated by working overtime and isn't afraid to tell his boss that it's getting to be too much. When J was on a business trip with his coworker, the coworker's wife was very very pregnant. The company kept keeping them out-of-state longer and longer until the coworker said, "I don't care if you want me to stay here longer. I'm going home because my wife is having a baby and I have to live with her for the rest of my life." Or my cousin who is about 10 years older than me, turned down a last-minute business trip and told his bosses that he was going to his cousin's wedding (my aunt) because he was the only cousin who could attend. This gives me hope. Maybe men are finally figuring out that they should be more involved in family life. Now it's time for the women to figure how they should balance their family and career. Yes, balance is a tricky thing.

About three months ago, I finished graduate school in Oregon and drove back to Chicago, Pete along for the ride. Then I started this job, and quickly realized how different the working life is from the student one. I'd worked before, of course—actually, at a job more stressful than the most recent one—but immediately juxtaposed with grad school, there was far more to miss: time to sew, to read, to knit, to write, and make this new apartment feel like home. I think the range of my interests and my need to move about them freely will always make it hard for me to work a typical desk job, at least a full-time one.

Yet maybe it was irresponsible of me to leave, some voice keeps saying. The voice says, "What about money?" But I respond, "What about art?" And that's what seems to have opened before me: art, in the many forms I practice it. Of course, the other voice never entirely dissipates, and so I will cobble together a part-time university teaching position and freelance work, neither of which really seems like work to me. And I will cross my fingers that that is enough. And that this rain stops sometime soon.

I leave for vacation on Sunday for a week and will return for two weeks of wrapping up.

Though a while in the making, this decision has taken on many different shapes and directions and details, so that this finalization phase feels a bit like shock and relief in one fat little goodbye dumpling.

I am grateful for such a well-fitted, providentially paired, and understanding mentor. I am supremely excited that he is getting married this weekend and, though he says, "You can just keep waiting", I am anticipating kids for me to play with. I will keep waiting, thanks.

I am touched that my managing director swung over the box of tissues and cried a little bit with me for distinct but similar reasons related to my reasons for leaving as well as the leaving itself. I am glad she immediately scheduled to have lunch with me before my time there is up. The work and advice I've gotten from her is valuable - income, market, and cost-wise. =)

I'm glad our HR guy is the sort to remember to tell you about COBRA and look up prices for you on the spot.

Here begins the transition in earnest.

I will get to celebrate tonight with friends over some amazing pizza and Greek salad at a place called Acropolis Pizza. And in the morning, I'll have orientation for my new job, which officially starts Monday. I will have six weeks of training, but I'll post a seperate blog on that later.

For now, I'd just like to commemorate my last day at NGU, which is a pretty major turning point in my life. It's a big moving forward point and the time to release myself from this place. I will remember it as my place of higher learning instead of my first "real" job.  I love this place for my college years and the people I met along the way, and that is why it is special to me.

Goodbye Hester Memorial Library. Goodbye Archives.

I have been on the job hunt as of late and have numerous potential prospects including teacher on call work, tutoring and working at the Science Center.  I am using this time to expand my educational experience so I will probably take a combination of part-time and contract positions to give me a wide array.  All very interesting and fun opportunities as I wait for established contracts to start.

Anyways, that's where I am at right now.  That seems a bit like a "State of the Union Address" but I suppose that is needed when you start a blog.  I am still not much of a blogger in the strictest sense, but I will continue to try.

Until next time.

Eventually, a wise man (my husband) pointed out that it's never as easy as the books say, and if I wanted to pursue something new, great, but I had to do my homework.  I had to ask hard questions of lots of people, including myself.  That is when I began to learn the wisdom of the tortoise.

The tortoise plods along, with patience and persistence, passing each milestone in turn, without rushing, without panicking, without stopping.  When the idea first came to me to start this business, I was at a complete loss.  I had never started a business or worked anywhere except corporate America.  I was the anti-entrepreneur.  And there were a lot of new skills I needed, skills I had never even contemplated acquiring.  It was very intimidating.  I had no reason to believe I could do it.  I only knew I had very strong feeling that it needed to be done, and that I ought to try to do it. 

So I did. 

I started to do research on the Internet.  I started checking books out from the library.  I began talking to people.  I began (shudder) networking.  When I started, I knew nothing about anything,  but I kept on reading and talking and listening.  Slowly, ploddingly, I have learned many many new things.  I have also found many wonderful (human) resources along the way.  (My thanks to all of you - you are a gift and a treasure to me!)

One resource I found available to anyone in the United States is an organization called SCORE (Service Corps of Retired Executives).  It is a volunteer agency within the Small Business Administration.  They offer free counseling services to anyone wanting to start a business.  They have given me a much needed reality check, helped me write a business plan, and given me a lot of encouragement along the way.  Writing a business plan is not for the feint of heart!  It's a long, drawn out process requiring much patience, and if you're wise, much help. 

Throughout this journey, I have learned the importance of not rushing things.  If it's a good idea today, it will be a good idea tomorrow.  If it is God's Will that I do this thing, then it will happen.  All I have to do is keep moving forward, keep exerting effort, keep identifying the next thing that could/should be done, and doing it.  If I get stalled on one front, then I start chipping away at a different front.  All things happen in God's time, not ours, so we must patiently wait for Him to bring to us that which we need.  And we must be detached enough to recognize it when it appears. 

(Of course, if it is not God's Will that I do this thing, then I don't want to do it anyway, and I trust that He will block the way forward, pushing me in a different direction.)

Life in general is so much more pleasant as a tortoise.  I'm more relaxed and forgiving with everyone, particularly my children.  The truth is, patience comes more easily when you realize there is no need to rush. 

If nothing else comes of this venture, I am grateful for what I have already gained from it.  Thank goodness I've discovered the joys of being a tortoise!

"Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. A woman came out of a man's rib, not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal, under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved."

In other news, the job interview has come and gone. I think it went well, but one can never be sure. I was there for a long-ass time and had to create a case study from raw data... on the spot. And I succeeded. I was told that I did meet their expectations, and also that I'd be hearing from them within the next couple of weeks, which was a little contradictory to me -- if you want me, why wait a couple of weeks to say so? But that's business for ya.

Still working on getting this whole moving thing orchestrated. Selling my stuff to help pay for it. I wish I could afford to hire someone to help me get packed and organized.

In recovering this morning from my first week of classes I'm contemplating several things.

One is, of course, why the heck am I doing this to myself?

The program, which will qualify me to practice as a licenced optician, thankfully only requires me at the campus Monday - Wednesday, and (even more thankfully) not before 10pm. Still, I feel as though I've already been there a month.

Without a day off.

I feel like I've been on a serious drinking binge and have only a vague idea of where I am, and what I did for the last 48 hours. I have the books and homework assignments cluttering the table in front of me however, graciously reminding me that no, it wasn't all a bad dream. It was real. Oh so real. Surreal, as a matter of fact.
In class I'm surrounded by bright young girls in their 20's, from quite a variety of cultures, and a couple of young males of the under-30 variety. I've teamed up with the only other over-30 girl in the class; but actually the youngsters seem fun and lively for the most part so I'm not going to let it make me feel old!

I keep telling myself it'll all settle down, and then I glance at my - expensive - pile of textbooks, now non-refundable, and say...Okay, we're committed, we can do this! If those cute little chickies can do this, well, so can I!

Of course, those cute little chickies are recent high school and college grads with high marks in Math and Sciences...and me, well, I'm someone who didn't bother showing up for such irrevelant classes, and am now being mocked by the gravelly old voices of my high school teachers whispering We told you so!! while I attempt to open my mind to the concepts of algebra and integers and how they relate to the piece of glass we hang before our eyes to improve our vision.

The other thing I'm contemplating is why on earth I ever thought I'd be good at something that requires screwdrivers and those teeny, tiny, screws you can barely see, that frame makers very masochistically delight in using as much as possible.

You need young eyes and slim nimble fingers...and let's face it, I'm peering through progressive lenses struggling to see, while my cute little sausage fingers fail to do the simple task in front of them.

Yes, what was I thinking?

Well, rather than ponder that thought I really should go and attack the pile of homework in front of me, and remind myself that week one of any big life change is always bound to send anyone into the quicksand of doubt. It's not enough to puff up the hill like a little engine chanting I think I can, I think I can. One has to march up the hill saying I know I can, I know I can...

Or, at the very least, take a look at the tuition spent, and the pile of money now morphed into textbooks, and the student loan forms already submitted and say: There's no darn reverse on this stupid engine! Full steam ahead, folks!

So, let's picture me gliding gracefully to a stop at the terminal station, shall we? Every little bit counts!

In the meantime, I intend to keep the 365 project faithfully alive, and hopefully, once the pace settles into a rhythm, I'll be back to participating in some of the wonderful photo memes I enjoy.

Since then, several people along the way have also suggested Life Coaching as a career path for me.  I have sort of blown off the idea because I just felt overwhelmed and unsettled in my own life and physically not up to taking on anything else as a challenge.

However, recently, I have been in fact been doing that very thing with several people in my life.  I have been doing that type of role of mentoring and doing some Life Coaching type of support for them.  It still didn't occur to me as a direction for a profession.  Even with my blog and all of the feedback that I receive from it, it wasn't clear to me that was a path that was something to consider.

While visiting my sister, we were talking, and she asked me out of the blue if I had considered going back to work ever.  I went through my reasoning for not going back to get my Master's in Psychology.  She both understood and agreed.  She then looked at me and suggested a Life Coach as an option for me to consider.  This type of coaching is done mostly by phone and email these days, so I would be able to do it from wherever I am and even if I wasn't feeling great.

The things I have in my favor is that I have a very strong and successful background in business.  I understand the business world and how it works.  I also have a very strong understanding of people and psychology.  I think most of all, I have good old fashioned common sense and a no nonsense approach to life for the most part.  I have also dealt with my share of crap, drama, and tragedy and have moved through it keeping my sanity in tact for the most part.

So, all this in mind, I thought I would ask you, my readers your thoughts on the subject.  What you think of Personal Life Coaches in general, and if you think that would suit my style or personality?  Do you see any drawbacks?  I would be interested to hear your thoughts....as always.

"I truly believe that people like myself, who are in a position of entertainers in the limelight, should keep their mouth shut on politics," he said.
" ... at the end of the day, I'm good at writing songs and singing. What I'm not educated in is the field of political science. And so for me to be sharing my views and influencing people of who I think they should be voting for ... I think would be very irresponsible on my part."

Well -- like wow and stuff!
If I overlook the wildly fantastical but equally hilarious 'good singer and songwriter' delusion-filled comment (hahahahaha!!!), the Kidster is sorta kinda makin' some sense there!

I was seriously finding myself kind of liking the Kid a teensy smidge after reading that - but then he had to keep talking.
::: just what you'd expect from someone who willingly did time as Pam Anderson's human crotchstain :::

"I think celebrity endorsements hurt politicians. Because as soon as somebody comes out for a politician, especially in Hollywood, when they all go, "I'm voting for this guy!" -- I go, "That's not who I'm voting for!" ...  As soon as Oprah Winfrey pops up and goes "Ha-la-la-la-la," I'm like, "I love Barack Obama. I hate Oprah Winfrey."

Eeeerrrckkkkkk!
Dipshit apparently doesn't know THE cardinal rule of celebrity: NEVER disparage Her Supreme Fabulosity!

Like, just don't ever do it. Like - not EVER, okayyyyy????!!!????

Geezus man! Do you not know that the key to the kingdom of any future success you might  have otherwise enjoyed are held tightly in the grip of Her Supreme Fabulosity?

She is the HBIC and she can fucking END your ass if she so much as brushes a lock of hair to the right side with the tip of her left index finger!
::: HSF industry code for career snuffout, just fyi ... :::

-- CNN and Time magazine BOTH acknowledge she is the single most powerful woman in the whole of the known universe.
-- Vanity Fair cautions that Her Supreme Fabulosity "has more influence on the culture than any university president, politician, or religious leader, except perhaps the Pope."
::: and they only said that bit about the Pope because rumor has it the so-called 'wrath of God' may actually be worse than hers - BUT DON'T YOU BELIEVE IT!!! :::
-- Economic advisors and industry leaders actually work under the belief that Her Supreme Fabulosity can - and will - completely upEND financial markets with a single comment!

If she so much as sneezes  in the general direction of a picture of you - your album goes triple platinum!
::: yes, Her Supreme Fabulosity is soooo powerful that she can make even your irrelevant, out-of-date, sampled to hell crapass noise get play :::

RIP, Kid ... RIP