Eighty percent of what you say isn’t coming from the actual words you use. OK, I made that statistic up. But it’s true that tone of voice, body language, pitch, and mannerisms all play a big part in communication. Even before the advent of technologies like text messaging and email, people realized that written communication . . . (continued)
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With so much fighting these days over this bill and that bill, what’s someone to do when they really want to make some headway with something important to them?
People have tried riots, but buses cost a lot of money; and like cows, they’re hard to upright once they’ve been flipped over. Similarly, most “peaceful” . . . (continued)
This story was a drill for my Reporting/Writing 1 class at Columbia University. I liked it so much I decided to share!
What’s worse: Being trapped in the Port Authority Bus Terminal or being a pigeon? The question could spark a lengthy debate. Does Port Authority smell like urine today? Is it a decrepit, fat . . . (continued)
When to trust a toilet
By Jason Grover
We’ve all been in this situation at one time or another. Urgently needing to use the bathroom; Staring down at a toilet and wondering “who’s naked butt am I sharing this toilet seat with?”
When deciding to use public restrooms one can usually construct a “seal . . . (continued)
Everyone who’s ever been to New York will yammer on about the wonders of this big awesome city – for hours if you let them. While it’s true, the Empire State Building is enormous, and ridiculously great restaurants are everywhere, the Big Apple does have a couple of drawbacks that arguably fall in the “Major” . . . (continued)
It’s happened to me before, but only with weed. If that’s not an opening line that gets your attention, then you’re probably one of those guys who never laughs at a comedy club and just stares the comic in the eye until he/she stutters out the butchered punch line of a final hasty joke and . . . (continued)
I’m tired of hearing the word “crisis” all the time. I would be happy if I never heard that word again. In fact, I’d go as far as saying I’d rather die than hear the word “crisis” again. I think I’d even go a little farther and say that if any of you ever say . . . (continued)
So I’m trapped in the airport, as usual. Anyone who knows me has heard me express my passionate hatred for flying. It started out as a casual fear of flying, but has evolved into full blown animosity. Right now my flight out of Honolulu to San Francisco is delayed (indefinitely I’m sure), and I . . . (continued)
I know I made all these exhorbitant promises about the Bum Anthology coming out on my blog, but I’m here in Las Vegas this week, and there’s no way I’m braving the cold (yes, it’s cold here compared to where I live) to find some bums to interview. So next week will be the big . . . (continued)