Food For Thought: How is Knowledge Transferred?

#FoodForThought

Knowledge is power  and when applied  provide understanding of  ourselves and each other.  Compassion and empathy,  natural byproducts of self-awareness,  come from understanding  the roots of humanity.

How is knowledge transferred?

Language necessary to  transfer of knowledge, dynamic and fluid  in diverse formats, ……..imparts understanding  through   connections of trust.

How do you transfer knowledge?

Humor: The Toad and Brown Noser | Videos and Slideshow

Give up The Toad….NO Way!

Gotta Give Up the Toad | Family Guy | TBS

how to be a brown noser

 

Hancock – Your head goes up his ass

 

My gratitude to Roald Michel for the videos and my collaborator, Toadink, for the inspiration.

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Food for thought: How do you deal with being invisible and under recognized ?

How do you deal with being invisible and under recognized ?

You let go and let those in charge lead the way. You recognize your limitations and find joy in your worthlessness. Watch TV and find pleasure in others’ happiness, knowing your unhappiness makes it possible for their happiness.

What an absolutely blissful new life. RIP old life of goals , desires and imagination.  Live life as an observer…observing   hardwork, skill, talent and  happiness of others.  Find vicarious pleasure in  other’s,  as you become devoid of feelings, numb and await  the grim reaper.

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AWESOME Tribute: His Hands Were in the Air

Beautiful  song dedicated to Mike Brown.  TY David Rovics

His Hands Were in the Air

RIP Michael Brown. Unarmed teen executed in broad daylight by racist cop.

Lyrics:

His Hands Were In The Air

The town is mostly black, almost all the cops are white
You can see it right away, something isn’t right
There’s no funding for the schools and they’re being shut down
The powers that be don’t give a shit about the town

They were walking in the street, it’s the safest place to be
In case someone comes shooting, you got a better view to see
They were walking in the street, they weren’t hurting anyone
Then came a white man with a badge and a gun

His hands were in the air (4x)

“Get the fuck off the sidewalk,” that’s what the cop said
He cut them off in his car, fat face, blood red
The cop says he was attacked, and from a cursory check
It seems his fingers were assaulted by Michael Brown’s neck

There were witnesses who saw it, it was recorded on a phone
But the police couldn’t handle the light that would’ve shone
She was forced to hand it over so they could try to hide away
A racist execution in the middle of the day

He had just finished high school and was off to college next
Instead he was shot and killed with no pretext
The media joined in, called the community a mob
A cop called them animals while Michael’s mother sobbed

Source:  His Hands Were in the Air

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Do You Know?

Do you know ?

Do you know how many times I’ve been verbally abused?

Do you know the names I’ve been called ?

Do you know  I’ve been called the black bitch?

Do you know how many times I’ve been told to fly back to Africa?

Do you know  I’ve been referred to as “it”?

Do you know how many times I’ve been dismissed?

AND

Do you know how many times I’ve still cared for those patients?

Do you know how many complaints I’ve never had?

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Maya Angelou, Oprah and Caged Bird

Introducing Miss Calypso! – Super Soul Sunday – Oprah Winfrey Network

What an interview!  She is amazing in her ability to forgive and inspire forgiveness.

 

Remembering a Woman with a capital “W”. She lived her life, against all odds, the way she saw fit. She has no equal. I salute her.

Caged Bird
BY  MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Thank You,  Roald Michel for sharing this poem.

Owner/Director,  Profar Consultancy NV.  Mainly busy with making people to own their life, actions, and thoughts (again). Aruba: Human Resources
Owner/Director,
Profar Consultancy NV.
Mainly busy with making people to own their life, actions, and thoughts (again).
Aruba: Human Resources

 

 

Maya Angelou: Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman
Phenomenal Woman

Maya Angelou – ”Run Joe” (Miss Calypso)

Phenomenal Woman   By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
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