At school, this stuff used to irk me slightly, but his poems and epigrams are now in turn funny and very touching. That he lived 2000 years ago but thinks the same things you do is strange, like his hand reaching out through time and touching yours.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, and let us judge all the rumors of the old men to be worth just one penny! The suns are able to fall and rise: When that brief light has fallen for us, we must sleep a never ending night. Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred, then another thousand, then a second hundred, then yet another thousand more, then another hundred. Then, when we have made many thousands, we will mix them all up so that we don't know, and so that no one can be jealous of us when he finds out how many kisses we have shared.
Vivamus mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis! soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum. dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus inuidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.
A guy I was talking to a while back sold computer systems and information screens to hedge fund managers. He uses a value based pricing model. In essence his company establishes how much they think the service will be worth to the client, and charges them that. What it costs them to make it, provide it and maintain it doesn't even come into the equation.
This sounds brilliant, and moving away from the bind of selling time is something that communications companies have been wanting to do for a while. It massages egos of the scions of adland to think that their best ideas change the fortunes of companies, and make the owners or shareholders countless millions (billions?) of pounds. This is of course true in many cases.
The dream is to sell communications ideas (ad campaigns if you're still in that mindset) based on their value to the client. The story of the old man who billed a ship owner $10,000 for tapping his broken engine with a tiny hammer because he knew where to tap springs to mind. Only $2 for the tapping, and $9998 for the nous.
OK, I give in to chain letter 2.0. Thanks to Matt and Dan, here we go:
Fact 1: At the age of 10 I performed on stage at the Royal Albert Hall in the 1987 cub scout rah. I was the King in "The King and I". The reason I auditioned for the main part was because I didn't want to do the stupid dance that everyone in the chorus had to do.
Fact 2: I am able to strip an SA80 assault rifle in 18 seconds. Or at least I could last time I tried, which was in 1995.
Fact 3: A while ago, I fell off a cliff on Tryfan in Snowdonia. I emerged relatively unscathed.
Fact 4: This is maybe not an unknown fact for anyone who has been with me for more than two drinks, but I can run around my hands in a breakdance style. I don't know the name for this, but I think I look pretty fly. I am working on my leghop.
Fact 5: My brother was born on the same day as me, but two years later. My best friend at primary school also had the same birthday. I guess that happens to about 1 in every 133,225 people.
Ali is a barber, who lives in a small town with just one male barber (him); and every
man in the town keeps himself clean-shaven: some by shaving themselves,
some by attending the barber. The barber obeys the following rule: He shaves all and only those men who do not shave themselves.