<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:58:13.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 - Analogies,  Metaphors &amp; Anecdotes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313.post-115977841384128671</id><published>2006-10-02T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:45:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekends over back to the Grindstone</title><content type='html'>Well another week begings and to kick it off here is a site with some useful tools :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bullshitbingo.net/cards/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bullshitbingo.net/cards/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of these will come in handy.... Don't forget to shout HOUSE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986313-115977841384128671?l=101-analogies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/115977841384128671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986313&amp;postID=115977841384128671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115977841384128671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115977841384128671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekends-over-back-to-grindstone.html' title='The Weekends over back to the Grindstone'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313.post-115953891993369877</id><published>2006-09-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T04:38:53.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Media and the WEB</title><content type='html'>A Brief Guide to “New Media Marketing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is a dramatization of how things like this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: Okay, we’re set to launch our multi-platform 40 bajillion dollar media marketing blitz to make sure every single soul in America understands that Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip is Must Motherf*cking See TV. But what about these iBlogs and MyTubes and YouSpaces I keep hearing about on the World Wide Webernets. Is there anything we can do with that stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC 2: What’s a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: Hmm, I have no idea. (hits button on phone) Joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT (over intercom): Yes sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: You know anything about the bloggernet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: The bloggers. Do you read any of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT: Uh, Defamer sometimes - mostly just to make sure you’re not in it - but never while I’m busy or working. Sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: Defamer, eh? That’s what all the kids are click-scrollin’, is it? Alright, let’s figure out a way to steal it and use it to promote the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT: What do you –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: You’re a bloggernetter now, Joshua - get going! Do it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSISTANT: But I –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV EXEC: Go! (hits phone button again) Gentlemen, that’s what’s known as “New Media Marketing”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986313-115953891993369877?l=101-analogies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/115953891993369877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986313&amp;postID=115953891993369877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115953891993369877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115953891993369877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-media-and-web.html' title='New Media and the WEB'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313.post-115945926798320061</id><published>2006-09-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T09:04:07.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - AMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well after a few discussions turns out that Analogies &amp;  Metaphors is not enough and maybe we should introduce some Anecdotes (AMA). It has also been noted that previous posts fit one of these...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go with a few you decide which (AMA) slot they fit:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conservative Member of Parliament Geoffrey Dickens tells of attending a fair  in his constituency and being followed around by a sweet but exceptionally  ugly woman whom he couldn't get rid of.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A few days later he got an admiring letter from her asking for his  photograph, and signed, after her name, "(Horseface)."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dickens was touched by her humorous modesty and sent off a picture  autographed, "To Horseface, with best wishes, Geoffrey Dickens."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Some time later his secretary asked him, "Did you get that letter from the  woman at the fair?  I wrote 'Horseface' after her name so you'd know which  one she was."&lt;/p&gt;Wise old Mule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; One day a farmer's donkey   fell into a well. The farmer frantically thought what to do as the stricken   animal cried out to be rescued. With no obvious solution, the farmer   regretfully concluded that as the donkey was old, and as the well needed to be   filled in anyway, he should give up the idea of rescuing the beast, and simply   fill in the well. Hopefully the poor animal would not suffer too much, he tried   to persuade himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The farmer asked his   neighbours help, and before long they all began to shovel earth quickly into   the well. When the donkey realised what was happening he wailed and struggled,   but then, to everyone's relief, the noise stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; After a while the farmer   looked down into the well and was astonished by what he saw. The donkey was   still alive, and progressing towards the top of the well. The donkey had   discovered that by shaking off the dirt instead of letting it cover him, he   could keep stepping on top of the earth as the level rose. Soon the donkey was   able to step up over the edge of the well, and he happily trotted   off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Life tends to shovel dirt on   top of each of us from time to time. The trick is to shake it off and take a   step up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A Consultants Tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A shepherd was tending his   flock in a field, when a new sports car screeched to a stop on the road nearby   in a cloud of dust. The driver, a young man in expensive designer clothes and   sunglasses, leans out of the window and shouts over to the shepherd, "If I tell   you exactly how many sheep you have here, can I take one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The shepherd looks up slowly   up at the young man, then looks at his peaceful flock, and calmly answers,   "Sure, why not?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The young man steps out of his   car holding a state-of-the-art palmtop pda, with which he proceeds to connects   to a series of websites, first calling up satellite navigation system to   pinpoint his location, then keying in the location to generate an ultra-high   resolution picture of the field. After emailing the photo to an image   processing facility, the processed data is returned, which he then feeds into   an online database, and enters the parameters for a report. Within another few   seconds a miniature printer in the car produces a full colour report containing   several pages of analysis and results. The young man studies the data for a few   more seconds and returns to the shepherd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You have exactly one-thousand   five-hundred and eighty-six sheep, including three rams, and seven-hundred and   twenty-two lambs." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"That's right," says the   shepherd, mildly impressed. "Well, I guess that means you get to take one of my   sheep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The young man makes his   choice and loads the animal onto the back seat of his car, at which the   shepherd says, almost as an afterthought, "Hey there, if I can tell you what   your business is, will you give me back my sheep?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The young man, feeling   confident, agrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "You're a consultant," says   the shepherd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Wow, that's right," says the   young man, taken aback, "How did you guess that?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "No guessing required,"   answers the shepherd, "You showed up here even though nobody called you. You   took a fee for giving me an answer that already know, to a question I never   asked, and you know nothing about my business. Now give me back my dog."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986313-115945926798320061?l=101-analogies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/115945926798320061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986313&amp;postID=115945926798320061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115945926798320061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115945926798320061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-4-ama.html' title='Day 4 - AMA'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313.post-115935059953319642</id><published>2006-09-27T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T03:02:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day - 3  With a little twist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few posts over the last few days so decided to drop in  few funnies (supposedly true stories - probably heard them before) :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging People?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fred and Mabel were both   patients in a mental hospital. One day as they both walked beside the swimming   pool, Mabel jumped into the deep end and sank to the bottom. Without a thought   for his own safety, Fred jumped in after her, brought her to the surface,   hauled her out, gave her the kiss of life and saved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The next day happened to be   Fred's annual review. He was brought before the hospital board, where the   director told him, "Fred, I have some good news and some bad news: the good   news is that in light of your heroic act yesterday we consider that you are   sane and can be released from this home back into society. The bad news is, I'm   afraid, that Mabel, the patient you saved, shortly afterwards hung herself in   the bathroom with the belt from her bathrobe. I'm sorry but she's   dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"She didn't hang herself,"   Fred replied, "I put her there to dry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;negotiations &amp; Communication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;A zoo had among its animals a female gorilla, whose   mood was becoming increasingly difficult. The vet concluded that she was on   heat and that a mate should be found. The vet contacted some other nearby zoos   to find a partner for the broody female, but to no avail. The female gorilla's   behavior continued to worsen, but the vet noticed that she grew calmer, and   strangely responsive, whenever a particularly well-built and none-too-handsome   keeper entered the enclosure. Being an unprincipled and adventurous fellow, the   vet put an outrageous proposition to the keeper: For a fee of five hundred   pounds would the keeper consider spending a little 'quality time' with the   gorilla, purely in the interests of research of course?.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;The keeper, also an unprincipled and adventurous   fellow, pondered the suggestion, and after a few minutes agreed to the offer,   subject to three conditions. The vet, intrigued, listened to the keeper's   demands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"First," the keeper said, "No kissing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"Fine," said the vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; "Second, no-one must ever know - if this gets out   I'll kill you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"You have my word," said the vet, "And your final   condition?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; "It's just," said the keeper a little awkwardly,   "Can I have a couple of weeks to raise the five hundred quid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Public Speaking ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;After twenty-five years in the same parish, Father   O'Shaunessey was saying his farewells at his retirement dinner. An eminent   member of the congregation - a leading politician - had been asked to make a   presentation and a short speech, but was late arriving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; So the priest took it upon himself to fill the   time, and stood up to the microphone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"I remember the first confession I heard here   twenty-five years ago and it worried me as to what sort of place I'd come to...   That first confession remains the worst I've ever heard. The chap confessed   that he'd stolen a TV set from a neighbour and lied to the police when   questioned, successfully blaming it on a local scallywag. He said that he'd   stolen money from his parents and from his employer; that he'd had affairs with   several of his friends' wives; that he'd taken hard drugs, and had slept with   his sister and given her VD. You can imagine what I thought... However I'm   pleased to say that as the days passed I soon realised that this sad fellow was   a frightful exception and that this parish was indeed a wonderful place full of   kind and decent people..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;At this point the politician arrived and apologised   for being late, and keen to take the stage, he immediately stepped up to the   microphone and pulled his speech from his pocket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt; "I'll always remember when Father O'Shaunessey   first came to our parish," said the politician, "In fact, I'm pretty certain   that I was the first person in the parish that he heard in   confession....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986313-115935059953319642?l=101-analogies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/115935059953319642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986313&amp;postID=115935059953319642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115935059953319642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115935059953319642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-3-with-little-twist.html' title='Day - 3  With a little twist...'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313.post-115918149617315036</id><published>2006-09-25T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:12:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On your marks get set...</title><content type='html'>Thought I would start with  a few just to get the list growing (apologies as I know that these are metaphors but they fit in with the rest of the theme re what people have said)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a thought it will be interesting to see how people interpret these so post your definitions may get some funny ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep your powder dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never wrestle with a pig .&lt;br /&gt;Run the hobby horse round the paddock.&lt;br /&gt;Lock and Load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many more to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986313-115918149617315036?l=101-analogies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/115918149617315036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986313&amp;postID=115918149617315036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115918149617315036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115918149617315036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-your-marks-get-set.html' title='On your marks get set...'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34986313.post-115917982183440962</id><published>2006-09-25T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:13:35.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - The Mission Begins...</title><content type='html'>In light of various books and articles about &lt;a href="http://www.entrepreneur.com/"&gt;being succesful in Business&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/o/ASIN/1852274239/026-3952539-5011633?SubscriptionId=0RVJHEH2EG8VR9SZB6R2"&gt;how to get ahead in Business&lt;/a&gt;. I have decided to launch this blog to try and capture and share what works and doesn't  work ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title comes from my observations that certain people who seem to do well always have an anology/metaphor relevant to a certain aspect of work (okay sometimes not always relevant)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the mission should you choose to accept it... is to share your thoughts and ideas plus contribute your own analogies,  just to see if what I have observed over the years is unique to me or is there a global theme?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34986313-115917982183440962?l=101-analogies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/feeds/115917982183440962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34986313&amp;postID=115917982183440962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115917982183440962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34986313/posts/default/115917982183440962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101-analogies.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-1-mission-begins.html' title='Day 1 - The Mission Begins...'/><author><name>Zorba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916890963440002571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
