This is a rant. All about ruffies, sex ed, and why college spanish and anthropology está comiendo mi almuerzo (is eating my lunch) and why I should have taken Latin in high school 43 years ago.
55 degrees may seem almost tropical if you live up north now, but for us it’s almost bone chilling.
Who would have thought that Purell and alcohol would provide the basis of a gastrointestinal illness-free trip to the Bahamas!
My college Spanish classes, while a pain the neck, become useful on the golf course.
“Do you come here often for your child-proof tops?” or “I love the generics too.” or “Is that a tube of Crest in your pocket or are you just happy to meet me?”
The NSA has nothing remotely close to the big medial databases out there. When in doubt, be selective about what you tell your doctor.
Marketing, banking, healthcare, health insurance, elderly employees, social media, and Elvis finally converge in one dramatic efSmart posting.
I’m the annoying vocal advocate for keeping all your data in the cloud, particularly where your contact list, email and calendar is concerned. A golf course in Las Vegas ate my phone, so I get to walk the walk. But first, hear about Vegas, Snackus Maximus, Pawn Stars and Elton John.
Working with my San Diego writer, John Kuraoka, we developed a new mailer for efSmart Creative. I have a new appreciation for pre-publication re-thinking (and re-thinking) and angst (and re-angst).
After a grueling 6 week session, Hall takes a quick breath and prepares for the fall.
Online classes are one of the hardest things I’ve done in many years. For those who are doubting the academics and value behind Florida Governor Scott’s 4 year $10,000 degree, you might rethink your position.
Are online classes really different than seats in a classroom? I suppose so if you consider hustling to classes important. But there’s an interesting intimacy the online classes offer and learning is just plain fun.
With all the interesting advances in technology nowadays, it’s safe — or comfortable — to say that today nothing would be much of a surprise. I’m wrong again.
Back in the day we just filled out a couple of applications & forms, wrote a check and we were off and running in class. Today, it’s all about PIDs, MS mail systems, parking permits, and registering for your classes via a very confusing on-line system.
Thankfully, I have a very short memory in all matters of my previous college experience, classes and my GPA [what? I wasn't a 4.0 student?]. I’ve already been advised for my major — English — and I’m about to dip into registering for classes.
Learn the secret of direct mail: imitate a government agency and present a check for $10,388.00
I’ve been lured into believing that there is a class of inventors or business people that are, well, just a little darn smarter and a lot more intuitive about the future than we are. Hmmm.
The unexpected and depressing violence at the Boston Marathon reminded me again that there are as many ways to harm us as there are minds to figure it out and act.
Being a university student today is all about vaccinations, pre-orientation webinars and short on-line tests to make sure you’re paying attention. But most of all it’s about the dreaded ‘Z’ in front of a grade.
Despite shoddy high school grades 43 years ago and lackluster college grades 40 years ago I’ve been accepted at the University of Central Florida. I’m living proof that time — and a bit of friendly outside influence — does indeed heal most self inflicted wounds.