On Saturday, I made the decision to convert my personal Facebook account into a Business page. It was not a difficult choice to make because, even though I had over 5,000 friends and 200 followers — when your friends queue is full, Facebook forces them into “following” you — I was really only posting Boles Blogs updates to my timeline.
Even though I don’t make any money from Boles Blogs, creating a Facebook business page offers some unification of thought and clarity of purpose on the social network. I would “lose” my friends and their updates, as well as my own timeline since 2006, but I would also gain thousands of “Likes” — “friends” get converted into “Likes” when you convert a page — and my “followers” would also, magically, become “Likes” on the new page, too. I would only have to update one Facebook page instead of two.
Here’s what the new Boles Business page looks like now on Facebook:
Getting good service can be a difficult problem in our indecent, modern, world. One way of guaranteeing good service is to provide a cash tip to the person assisting you. In restaurants and in service bays where you are well-known, tipping helps get you good service; but what do you do with the incidental worker you may only see one time, like a moving company team, or a repairman? How can you make sure they’ll get the job done to your satisfaction within your time requirement window? Conditional Pre-Tipping is one method I use to ensure excellent, one-off, service.
It is a grey day here in Portugal — the sun has temporarily deserted us hidden behind layers of cloud. I have a day full of chores ahead after a weekend of relaxation. Cleaning, laundry, changing cat litter — all the mundane things I love to “hate” but know have to be done. Mr P is already fielding phone calls, organizing international transports from France to Portugal via our usual third-party who just happens to be in Brazil this week — the usual Monday mediocrity.
His was a life of bricks and the skillful hands to lay them, fast and capable hands as adept as machines. His was a history thrown with gale force at walls and buildings all over town, a long constructive life of making things to last. Everywhere now in his decline were the monuments of his having passed that way, standing in red clay and mortar, signs of a man’s existence no less expressive than those of whatever poet you might wish to mention.
The job of any True Artist is one of conversion. The Artist takes a notion and transforms it into something else, something greater, than what it was before. That conversion also plays a direct role in the real life of the True Artist, too.
We must always wish for collaborators — and not cooperators — because collaborators have a vested interest in a shared success, while cooperators have nothing to lose, but they are always around to suckle on the win.
Keep your focus
one task by one
the unitasker reigns