Believe me, I've read more than a few excellent books on real estate investing and real estate law, But I am a better Gregory Yates lawyer And dirt than someone who a decade ago was due to practice, practice and more practice. It is just no substitute for experience. Period. How to do this if you have a quick and easy solution, we will do it all. Go to the next, learning to deal with your life and you're (hopefully) all the time more. Gregory Yates Attorney
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Gregory Yates lawyer
Believe me, I've read more than a few excellent books on real estate investing and real estate law, But I am a better Gregory Yates lawyer i tipus de brutícia que jo era deu anys a causa de la pràctica, pràctica i més pràctica. Hi ha només substitut per experiència. Període. Si hi ha una solució ràpida i fàcil per com fer això, vols tots ho fem. Seva vida, s'aprèn, passar a la següent oferta i (amb sort) millor cada vegada.Gregori Yates Attorney
Monday, October 21, 2013
How to win an election
I have to confess, as a blogger I have always loved city elections the most. Yea, they aren't as fun in terms of policy as state and federal elections where I can feed my inner wonk, but everyone loves a good train wreck.
And candidates for city elections have a tendency to be walking train wrecks. Its the place where the ankle-biters, weirdos, nutcases, and the eccentric try their hand a politics.
But since this is the holiday season, I feel like being generous so I'll tell you exactly How to win an election in this town. This is a total freebie people. And don't worry, I'm not giving away the nuclear launch codes here. I'm just telling you what has worked for WINNING campaigns.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Why You Should Still Buy Physical Books
By Penny P. Lee
Physical books are gradually being phased out in favor of ebooks,
which are downloaded onto and read from thin electronic tablets. While
it is great that people are reading at all, it is a shame that paper
books are no longer fashionable. Many people in the field of literature
are working to bring physical books to the forefront once again.
Tablets
have become popular because they appear to be convenient. People love
the idea of having a whole library that is accessible with the touch of a
finger. However, building this sort of library requires a significant
upfront cost. Tablets are not cheap. Electronic books are slightly less
expensive than physical ones, but one would have to buy hundreds of
ebooks before the money saved would fully absorb the initial cost of the
tablet. Savvy readers who buy physical books online often find books
that are cheaper than ebooks. One cannot make the switch to ebooks with
the goal of saving money.
Another problem with tablets is that
they break. Like smart phones, ebook tablets are notorious for having
screens that shatter easily. It is very common to see someone reading an
ebook around cracks in the tablet's screen. Some models have glossy
screens that create huge glares, disrupting the reading process, though
some companies have begun to use a matte finish on their screens.
Whatever minor inconveniences physical books were perceived to pose have
now been replaced with a whole new set of annoyances.
Academics
dislike ebooks for several reasons. First of all, one cannot highlight
phrases or write in an ebook. It is impossible to quickly flip to an
appendix or skip to footnotes. Tablets eliminate the fluidity of the
reading process as it has been taught up to this point. Turning pages
and feeling paper is part of the experience of reading a book. Everyone
knows what it is like to make creases in a book's spine for the first
time. A small sense of pride comes from having made it through a book
and left one's mark on it.
Books become heirlooms that are passed
down through generations. As new editions are published and different
cover art is printed, an old book increases in value. It also becomes an
object of curiosity. Old books have a certain mystique about them. It
is fascinating to look through a book that someone else has owned and
look for notations or drawings. These little messages from a book's past
owner contribute to a book's character. An ebook cannot be shared with
others in the same way.
It is unclear how ebooks will factor into
early childhood education. Children who use tablets are receiving a kind
of education that their parents did not, but they are missing out on
the tactile experience of turning a book's pages. Books for children are
manufactured to contain different textures and pop-up features that
cannot be mimicked in an ebook. Time will tell whether children suffer
for not having this particular experience.
The main argument
against ebooks is similar to the larger argument against people's
growing dependence on technology. A book is not something that can only
be enjoyed through an expensive electronic device. Some things should be
left in their purest forms, and a book is one of those things.
God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob (2)
By Gabriel Agbo
God honors covenants. We can forget, we might stop believing, but
God will always watch over His promises to bring them to pass. Divine
covenants are always trans-generational. They are not just performing on
you, but will outlive you to speak for your future generations. True! I
know this very well because I am a product of one; where God tells a
young lady that when she gets married that her first issue will be a
male child, and that he will do great things for the kingdom. And after
about thirty years, even when the child is not aware of such agreement,
the covenant begins to speak and perform exactly as God said. God's
words are powerful, sharp, eternal and faithful. Time, circumstances,
opposition do not stop them.
He said that forever He shall be
known as the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. He is consistent. He is
constant. He is faithful. And that simply means that if He did not fail
these people, He will certainly also not fail you. Now, we have to
briefly try to look at the way He walked with these three so that we can
be able to appreciate what we are saying here. We can comfortably say
that Abraham was in confusion and frustration when God first met him in
Haran. First, he had lost his youngest brother called Haran. The guy
died prematurely. The bible said that he died very young at his place of
birth. I pray that our lives, joy and visions will not be terminated
prematurely in the name of Jesus!
Secondly, his wife Sarah was
barren. Abraham was about seventy-five years old without any issue and
no solution at sight. Childlessness is always a very difficult
experience, especially to those that value family. Nothing substitutes
the desire to have children. You can go and ask Hannah, Rebekah, Rachel,
etc. In fact, Rachel once shouted to Jacob, "Give me children, or I'll
die." Hannah wept, was humiliated and will refuse to eat because she had
no child. Barrenness is something that one will not even wish his
enemies. So, Abraham and Sarah were in that condition. As I write this, I
am watching on our national television network the thanksgiving of a
couple who had their first baby after seventeen years! Come and see joy
unlimited. Every barrenness, every unproductivenss in your life will be
broken today. Thirdly, Terah, Abraham's father took them to go to Canaan
(the Promised Land), but settled on the way and later died there. He
never reached his destination. His vision and hope were aborted. As you
read this, everything that will try to stop your destiny on the way will
be stop by God.
All these challenges were before Abraham when God
suddenly spoke to him, "Leave your country, your relatives, and your
father's house, and go to the land I will show you. I will cause you to
become the father of a great nation. I will bless you and make you
famous, and I will make you a blessing to others. I will bless those who
bless you and will curse those who curse you. All the families of the
earth will be blessed through you." Gen 12:1-3. My God! He is speaking
to you now. We will continue next week, God bless you.
Why Extraterrestrial Life Could Be a Huge Threat
By Ben P Poulton
It practically takes no genetic difference for us to be like ants
to another intelligent species. The difference in DNA between a human
and a chimpanzee is less than 2%. In other words, we are over 98%
chimpanzee.
I for one am completely fascinated about the prospect
of other intelligent life existing in the universe. The immense size of
space itself is more than enough for most people to comprehend that
there is no way we humans, and all life on earth, is it. Recent
discoveries on Mars by the Curiosity rover point to evidence of water
once being present on the planet, and where there is water, there is
almost always life.
So how would an extraterrestrial civilisation impact our way of life?
Movies
have always so famously portrayed "aliens" as monsters, or beings with
general bad intentions. I doubt this would be the case. You would
imagine, that a civilisation that has mastered space travel and made it
to Earth, would be so intellectually advanced that to us, their
technology and pure capabilities would be like magic. I also believe
that a civilisation that has reached this point would have evolved past
the primitive war like nature that humans still carry.
For those
that have watched the second Star Trek movie, Into Darkness, you will
recollect the opening scene where the space ship lifts up out of the
water, and the native civilization deify what they saw. This is a
concept know as "Cargo Cult". The most recent occurrences of this would
be in World War 2, when Allied troops landing in the Pacific Islands
where deified by the natives, as to them, what they were witnessing was
beyond anything they understood.
The point of this reference is to
outline, in only 150 years, the human race has gone from riding on
horse back, to sending people into space. Now imagine a civilisation
that is only 150 years ahead of us. The difference in technology could
be phenomenal, rendering our capabilities useless.
Chimpanzees
can't play the piano, speak or write books. Humans can, and there is
only less than 2% of our genetic makeup which allows this incredible
difference in ability. Think about that.
Imagine an alien
intelligence only being 2% more improved than us. We would be the
chimps. This is one major reason why many people, such as Stephen
Hawkings, suggest that we avoid any attempt in making contact with alien
lifeforms. As to any being that is just so slightly ahead of us, we
would be like ants
The Exoteric-Esoteric Dichotomy
By Hinan Ali
Rothbard, one of my most cherished personalities said something
quite intriguing: "Every religious cult has two sets of differing and
distinctive creeds: the exoteric and the esoteric. The exoteric creed is
the official, public doctrine, the creed which attracts the acolyte in
the first place and brings him into the movement as a rank-and-file
member. The quite different creed is the unknown, hidden agenda, a creed
which is known only to its full extent by the top leadership, the 'high
priests' of the cult."
The sad thing I have to remind myself is
that this is not true just of religions, but of societies, ideologies,
customs, traditions, habits, and the very simplest of the approaches of
ordinary human beings. I have always felt the need to discern the
esoteric nature of things. It gives me ineffable joy whenever I succeed.
Why is it that people in our own society keep blabbering about the girl
who eloped, about their neighbor's child who flunked tests, about an
old woman whose son abandoned her? I ask myself - 'Do the actually feel
that sense of regret they keep showing off?' Do they want to share
others' suffering? Or do they do this just to palliate that deep remorse
they might feel if they kept their mouths shut? Ponder over it a little
more, get closer to the roots. Don't most of these seemingly caring
people derive pleasure out of it? One man's suffering is another man's
happiness - I have always believed this to be true.
Yes, as long
as we confuse sacrifice with greatness and egoism with vanity, we'll
continue to believe in the exoteric nature of things as they are
presented to us by people who do not scruple to lie about them.
Teenagers get admitted to a college in the name of a noble pursuit of
knowledge, but in the end all they have is that sacrosanct piece of
paper - their degrees. Most of what they learnt there has already been
forgotten. But who cares? They're successful graduates, worthy of
respect! The problem is not just here. Even our great policy makers,
leaders, and think-tanks don't feel the need to analyze and discard the
fallacies that have become a new orthodoxy. They ignore elementary
truths for personal gains. There are men regarded today as brilliant
economists who promulgate increased taxation for attaining national
prosperity. Doesn't anyone care to ask them how a government is capable
of creating wealth by spending without destroying it by imposing taxes
to pay for that spending? Yet people believe in the success of
social-welfare schemes, they rejoice whenever the government announces
setting up of a new public school in their locality. How can we be so
dewy-eyed not to observe and question such a dichotomy?
I turned
to objectivism some years backs and found this philosophy largely
consistent. Expectedly, an objectivist is supposed to be unconcerned
about unearned things - unearned benefits, unearned pride, unearned
praise, and so on. Yet a friend of mine keeps on telling me that he has
read 'The Fountainhead' five times. There again you can notice the
esoteric agenda behind the exoteric veil. More than the philosophical
ideals Rand taught him, he is much more concerned about whether people
notice how many times he has read her books or not!
I don't think
it is so hard to notice this dichotomy. All it takes is some use of the
grey cells stacked up inside our heads. Take any example. India
celebrated its 62nd "Independence Day" this month. People of this nation
pretended as if they enjoy basic freedoms and wished one another
mass-delusional greetings of Independence Day. I don't know what to make
of the terms like "India got independence", "We are free", etc. I think
the right question to be asked is - "Are we free?" Next - 'Raksha
Bandhan', that time of the year when brothers vow to protect their
sisters against evil. To me such festivals are an attempt by the
patriarchal society to make us believe that women are weaker than men.
Why not instead have a festival celebrating freedom and fairness in
society? In a free society why would sisters need protection?
The
exoteric-esoteric dichotomy is well marked in our Kashmiri society as
well. A love marriage is considered no less than a sin here. Some time
back the Grand Mufti of this valley issued a 'fatwa' against an all-girl
teenage rock band. One may think - 'What's new with this?' After all
giving fatwas is so commonplace these days. However it takes more than a
cursory effort to analyze these things. Why was a fatwa issued only for
those three little girls? Why not for the countless singers and
male-bands before? To grab headlines and make him feel a little more
important? Secondary to mention that he was caught enjoying a musical
evening in a houseboat some months later
Hippie Days
By Christopher P Bassler
When I was growing up, one of my favorite programs was "Happy
Days". With a funny twist on everything, the program focuses on a
generation that was my fathers' time. Now that I am a grandfather I'm
looking back at my youth and my "hippie days".
When I first met any hippies I was a jock in high school. That's what we used to call the guys that were into playing sports. I had very short hair and a lettermans jacket. Truly represented the jocks very well. Since at first I didn't understand much about hippies I thought they were weird and not one of us.
Over time I met more and more guys with long hair and girls with flowers in theirs. I talked with them and listened to them and found I agreed with their views. It wasn't hard. We were at war in Vietnam and how we stood on that subject was a huge issue. Do we side with our government and sign up to fight or do we want to represent peace and love and no war? At the time it seemed like a no brainer.
I started to let my hair grow and it was amazing how fast things started to change. I very quickly started making new friends. At the time I didn't realize what was happening. Now I do. I had joined a brotherhood. A common cause that the young people were uniting with. Every long hair person or colorful dressed girl was my friend. It was just the beginning of my "hippie days".
After graduation I started traveling for what turned out to be several years. I was lucky enough to go all over this world at a much more peaceful time. I soon learned that the hippie thing was going strong everywhere. I found brothers and sisters in every country. This is what we called ourselves and this was what I was feeling at the time. Strangers taking us in and giving us food and fun. I once met two hippies traveling together and one was Indian the other Pakistani. This was very cool because they're countries had been at war many times over the years. They had joined the side of peace and brotherhood. It made me proud to be a part of this global movement.
Being on the side of peace and brotherhood had challenges. People were either for you or against you. Those that were against you could be pretty unpredictable. I was fortunate enough to have only a couple of problems while hitchhiking in the United States. In LA a guy stuck his head out of his car and yelled "freak" and threw an egg that hit me in the chest. In Vermont I had a police officer threaten to beat me up and leave me behind some barn "if your not careful". I heard much worse stories from friends. We got a first hand education on how minorities were treated.
Now that those years are long gone I look back on how special they really were. Our world has gotten more dangerous and paranoid. The call for peace and love between people can hardly be heard any more. The feelings of separateness has grown between people and nations.
I was hoping now that the hippies are in office and in positions to help, they would help bring our world together. Many may be trying now but fear is the current gauge when thinking of traveling the world.
For me, my hippie days were my happy days. I was proud then as I am proud now to have been part of it.
When I first met any hippies I was a jock in high school. That's what we used to call the guys that were into playing sports. I had very short hair and a lettermans jacket. Truly represented the jocks very well. Since at first I didn't understand much about hippies I thought they were weird and not one of us.
Over time I met more and more guys with long hair and girls with flowers in theirs. I talked with them and listened to them and found I agreed with their views. It wasn't hard. We were at war in Vietnam and how we stood on that subject was a huge issue. Do we side with our government and sign up to fight or do we want to represent peace and love and no war? At the time it seemed like a no brainer.
I started to let my hair grow and it was amazing how fast things started to change. I very quickly started making new friends. At the time I didn't realize what was happening. Now I do. I had joined a brotherhood. A common cause that the young people were uniting with. Every long hair person or colorful dressed girl was my friend. It was just the beginning of my "hippie days".
After graduation I started traveling for what turned out to be several years. I was lucky enough to go all over this world at a much more peaceful time. I soon learned that the hippie thing was going strong everywhere. I found brothers and sisters in every country. This is what we called ourselves and this was what I was feeling at the time. Strangers taking us in and giving us food and fun. I once met two hippies traveling together and one was Indian the other Pakistani. This was very cool because they're countries had been at war many times over the years. They had joined the side of peace and brotherhood. It made me proud to be a part of this global movement.
Being on the side of peace and brotherhood had challenges. People were either for you or against you. Those that were against you could be pretty unpredictable. I was fortunate enough to have only a couple of problems while hitchhiking in the United States. In LA a guy stuck his head out of his car and yelled "freak" and threw an egg that hit me in the chest. In Vermont I had a police officer threaten to beat me up and leave me behind some barn "if your not careful". I heard much worse stories from friends. We got a first hand education on how minorities were treated.
Now that those years are long gone I look back on how special they really were. Our world has gotten more dangerous and paranoid. The call for peace and love between people can hardly be heard any more. The feelings of separateness has grown between people and nations.
I was hoping now that the hippies are in office and in positions to help, they would help bring our world together. Many may be trying now but fear is the current gauge when thinking of traveling the world.
For me, my hippie days were my happy days. I was proud then as I am proud now to have been part of it.
I am Christopher Bassler and I traveled all over the world in the
early seventies. I made two trips over land from Europe to India. I
eventually settled on Guam and spent 40 years living there. I became a
Dive Master and had my USCG 100 ton captain's license for 20 years. I
was a marine technician and the Chairman of the Dive Safety Control
Board at the University of Guam for several years
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