A basic introduction to the basic skills involved in good management, in the form of a fair lyclunky fable. In fact, you can skip the prose version ifA basic introduction to the basic skills involved in good management, in the form of a fair lyclunky fable. In fact, you can skip the prose version if you want and get right to the meat via this review.
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One Minute Manager Secret #1: One Minute Goal Setting 1. Agree on your goals. 2. See what good behavior looks like. 3. Write out each of your goals on a single sheet of paper using less than 250 words. 4. Read and re-read each goal, which requires only a minute or so each time you do it. 5. Take a minute every once in a while out of your day to look at your performance, and 6. See whether or not your behavior matches your goals.
One Minute Manager Secret #2: One Minute Praising 1. Tell people up front that you are going to let them know how they are doing. 2. Praise people immediately. 3. Tell people what they did right – be specific. 4. Tell people how good you feel about what they did right, and how it helps the organization and the other people who work there. 5. Stop for a moment of silence to let them “feel” how good you feel. 6. Encourage them to do more of the same. 7. Shake hands or touch people in a way that makes it clear that you support their success in the organization.
One Minute Manager Secret #3: One Minute Reprimand 1. Tell people beforehand that you are going to let them know how they are doing and in no uncertain terms.
the first half of the reprimand: 2. Reprimand people immediately. 3. Tell people what they did wrong – be specific. 4. Tell people how you feel about what they did wrong – and in no uncertain terms. 5. Stop for a few seconds of uncomfortable silence to let them feel how you feel.
the second half of the reprimand: 6. Shake hands, or touch them in a way that lets them know you are honestly on their side. 7. Remind them how much you value them. 8. Reaffirm that you think well of them but not of their performance in this situation. 9. Realize that when the reprimand is over, it’s over....more
If you came to this book via the TV show, like me, you'll recognize most of the content in this novel because it was the basis for the first season. DIf you came to this book via the TV show, like me, you'll recognize most of the content in this novel because it was the basis for the first season. Dexter is basically a serial killer who only kills other serial killers and who works as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Metro police as his day job. In other words, Dexter uses his evil for good, to quote singer-songwriter Brian Kenney Fresno's classic song "Goatsucker".
I thought the book was as good as the TV show, if not better (after all, the book is always better, right?) until I got to the last twenty pages or so. Suddenly the author hit the accelerator, like he had a deadline to meet or something, and a bunch of loose ends just get looked at and told to get lost. Seriously. The ending on the TV show made some sense, if only to prepare us for the second season; this novel ends in a way that I can describe, charitably, as a head-scratcher. It definitely leaves the door open for a sequel, but also paints Dexter in such a way as to make that sequel unnecessary and uninteresting, at least for this reader. ...more
We is as challenging to summarize as it was to read. It is a work of speculative and satirical fiction that simultaneously embraced and critiqued theWe is as challenging to summarize as it was to read. It is a work of speculative and satirical fiction that simultaneously embraced and critiqued the utopian futurism of the post-revolution 1920s Soviet Union.
Written in the form of a journal by an engineer "named" D-503, it details the inadvertent discovery of those then-archaic qualities of individualism, independence, and dissent that are all subsumed under the rubric "soul," qualities which are revealed and cultivated as the protagonist finds himself embroiled in romantic and political intrigues that are all too familiar today.
What struck me most about the novel was its take on Jeremy Bentham's "panopticon," a prison in which everyone is visible to the jailer at all times; in this case, the prison consists of apartment blocks of glass cubes, in which every highly circumscribed action of every citizen is on display for everyone else at all times, the only exception to which are the government-sanctioned sexual liaisons, which occur with the curtains drawn, ironically constituting its own form of total visibility. What results is a society "where nobody is allowed to mind his own business," to quote William Burroughs. I was reading this book at the same time, often literally, that I was enduring a workshop on social media, and my takeaway from that combo is that the contemporary world of Twits and tumblrs is life in the glass cube, and that the society described in this novel is not far from the self-policing, politically correct, predicament-avoiding, homogeneously multicultural, intolerantly "tolerant" madhouse in which today's USAmericans find themselves residing. Yikes!
Luckily, there are cracks in every edifice, and those made of glass are particularly susceptible to fracture, but the struggle for our own hearts and minds is a never-ending one, as this story makes abundantly clear. ...more
I first read this 20 years ago and loved every word of it. Every groan-inducing pun. Every smashed glass. Every confession and every chance at redemptI first read this 20 years ago and loved every word of it. Every groan-inducing pun. Every smashed glass. Every confession and every chance at redemption. It immediately went on to my "Books that Shaped Who I Am" list and became the subject of two decades of mythologizing. At that time I was a much more frequent frequenter of public houses than at present, such that the stories herein had an immediate resonance and emotional impact that they lacked just that little bit ("you can't go back again...") on re-reading as part of my book group with Joanne. I'd long recalled this book to her fondly, and when it came her time to select a title from my pile, Callahan's it was. She agreed with my (incredibly oversimplified) assessment that it was "like Cheers," and also that it was more or less a "guy book," but she loved all the details and could see why I loved the book so much, with its wit, generosity of heart, and message of basic goodness. Callahan is indeed a bodhisattva, and I suspect something similar about Spider Robinson as well.
But what the hell? That's all about me and my BS. What about the book? As Robinson says in his intro, he knew he could write better than the dreck in the early 70s SF mags and since you write about what you know, he wrote about drink. He undersells it, though. He doesn't just write about drink, but about the communities/churches/support groups/world-saving accidental cabals that can grow up in particular pubs or taverns, where everybody knows your name (see, I said so), and where all it takes is one shattered glass in the fireplace and a single toast spoken aloud to none and all to elicit a story of lost love, time travel, the tragedy of immortality, or the looming threat of invasion from outer space. It really is worth a visit - drinks are just a buck, and the feel of tossing that glass and hearing it vanish into splinters is worth more than that....more
Holy cow! (no pun intended) I had no idea what a deep impression these talking-animal, satirical superhero comics made on adolsecent me until I read tHoly cow! (no pun intended) I had no idea what a deep impression these talking-animal, satirical superhero comics made on adolsecent me until I read this collection. I remember covers, gags, even the layouts of entire pages, from the all too short life of the series. A lot of the references were pretty topical, of the times for the early 80s, but I remembered almost everything the pop culture jokes were about and understood far more of the writing than I did as a kid. ...more
Solid collection that demonstrates Wilson's multiple skills as a cartoonist, a writer of short fiction, and a reviewer of Lovecraftian fantasy. I thinSolid collection that demonstrates Wilson's multiple skills as a cartoonist, a writer of short fiction, and a reviewer of Lovecraftian fantasy. I think his cartoons for Playboy are better overall, but these are still pretty darn funny and dark, and the prose reveals a side of Wilson I hadn't yet seen....more
I had hoped for a fun reboot of a vaguely remembered gimmick comic from my childhood and instead got this coffee can full of dog poop. Instead of usinI had hoped for a fun reboot of a vaguely remembered gimmick comic from my childhood and instead got this coffee can full of dog poop. Instead of using the in-story trope of a magic Little Orphan Annie decoder ring to milk proto-fan fiction for new commercially viable if pun-based characters, and cracking up the 10-year old iteration of the reviewer in the process, this book attempts to explain the cosmology of how the decoder rings (aka "dials") work and succeeds only in creating a comic that is a chore to read. What I found only slightly less comprehensible than the story arc and much of the artwork was the fact that the author is a writer of such repute that he has been awarded a PhD, along with the World Fantasy, Hugo, and Arthur C. Clarke Awards! ...more
I've known about this book since I was a kid, and chances are good that I even saw a live performance of this whilst visiting Silver Dollar City/BransI've known about this book since I was a kid, and chances are good that I even saw a live performance of this whilst visiting Silver Dollar City/Branson, MO/The Ozarks as a small child. I have vague memories of seeing a live stage performance of some kind there, and I'm thinking it was either this or the Passion Play at the Christ of the Ozarks.
How you could mix this up with anything else is beyond me, but I was a toddler at the time, so give me a break.
Anyhow, my wife got a copy of this book from my Mom for Christmas in 2015, and I found a copy at the local library resale shop, so we decided to read it for our book club.
The book itself is old-timey in its structure and rhythm, reflecting the slow, slightly more formal pace of a life apart. It contrasts the backwoods, the last frontier, a West that shrinks in the face of the encroaching "city," that threat of urban wickedness that has loomed over the U.S. since at least the days of Jefferson's ideal yeoman farmer. The plot centers on a former city man, apparently of some note, though seeking anonymity and absolution among the people of the hills and hollers for some offense he committed in his former life, and on the effects of his presence among them, both on them and on himself. It is a sweet story with good characters and a clear moral (though with a hint of the moral ambiguity in the person of the heroine's father), but the hokey, sentimental, and frankly confounding ending spoiled it for me somewhat, reinforcing the old-fashioned quality of the novel and bringing the review down one star.
That said, it was also hard for me to forget that this old-fashioned novel with a hokey ending was written just a few years before the social order of the entire planet would go up in the flames of the first World War and this sort of romantic rural isolation (in Missouri, in particular) would become a thing of the past, a creature now of nostalgia, over-development, and Shoji Tabuchi encircled in a garland of flaming meth lab trailers. I definitely understand the yearning to go back. ...more
Someone else beat me to it and called this for the hot mess that it is. The artist tried, and so my rating isn't a total bomb. (Plus I couldn't help lSomeone else beat me to it and called this for the hot mess that it is. The artist tried, and so my rating isn't a total bomb. (Plus I couldn't help laugh at the occasional "inadvertent" resemblance between Luke Skywalker 1.0 and 60-something George Lucas. Kudos Mr. Mayhew.)
This book did prove revelatory, though; specifically it revealed that the second two-thirds of the film Return of the Jediseem like a rehash of the second-half of the original Star Wars precisely because they are a rehash, or rather, that those parts of two movies comprise more or less the whole of the original "Star Wars" vision (view spoiler)[only with Wookies as Ewoks, a talking R2D2, a green alien Han Solo, a neither-cyborg-nor-Luke's-Dad-Darth Vader, a Knight of the Sith (view spoiler)[who proves to be a good guy!! (hide spoiler)], an old bearded jedi general named Luke Skywalker, and a young jedi named Annikin Starkiller (hide spoiler)]. In other words, the most impressive, memorable, deepest stuff from the original Star Wars trilogy is missing from this first rough draft.["br"]>["br"]>...more
"Not what I expected," is how my wife and I both summarized this funny, quirky, once-probably-groundbreaking novel about, well, a hot dog sta3.5 stars
"Not what I expected," is how my wife and I both summarized this funny, quirky, once-probably-groundbreaking novel about, well, a hot dog stand in Washington's Skagit Valley and the Second Coming (sort of) of Christ. Robbins is a great stylist, falling in the literary yarrow stalks somewhere between Vonnegut and Pynchon, and his characters engage in many engrossing and substantive-if-stoned philosophical conversations, but because most of the action in the story happens off-screen the plot is somewhat lacking. This book was probably a lot funnier and more provocative when it was published 45 years ago, back before the "bad Christianity killed good paganism" meme got a little stale and dogmatic. ...more