Thought Provoking Views On Self Help: dancePROOF

“One Art” ~ Elizabeth Bishop

Arsene Hodali — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 04:01:25 +0000

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like… like disaster.

~ Elizabeth Bishop

“Human” ~ The Killers

Arsene Hodali — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 04:01:52 +0000

There’s no way I can’t feature this song here. The sites name is dancePROOF (dancer… get it), and it’s about finding oneself (which this whole site is about- personal development).

“A Kinder, Gentler Philosophy of Success”~ Alain de Botton

Arsene Hodali — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 04:01:49 +0000

A great (humorous) speech on success, our society, self help, self esteem, failure, and a whole lot of other things. Watch it. Learn. Enjoy.

“The Genius of the Crowd” ~ Bukowski

Arsene Hodali — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 04:01:00 +0000

When you think about all the people that hate against you (haters) because you’re doing something different, remember this poem.

Bukowski
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“Gone Till’ November” ~ Wyclef Jean

Arsene Hodali — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 04:01:58 +0000

This is for all of you who just can’t work the 9-5.

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“Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us” ~ Dan Pink

Arsene Hodali — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 04:01:16 +0000

Dan Pink’s talk on the hidden truths behind what really motivates us at home and in the workplace.

How to Deal with Sweaty Dates

Body Noise — Sat, 17 Jul 2010 04:01:38 +0000

If you’re on dancePROOF you better be serious about dance! And as a dancer you should know how much you can sweat in just an hour. You should know above all how gross it is to meet someone with sweat stains and drenched in hot heat. It’s nasty and it turns us off. So I’ve got some tips to deal.

Take a shower together!

No one will say no to some wet, and clean foreplay. This way you both can avoid talking about who stinks… literally. This is an awesome way to ditch an awkward conversation and still be happy to continue the evening.

Have a water balloon fight or hit a pool.

Get wet during your date to save your nose from a smelly night. This cools you both off and you might find hotter ways to dry off.

What if you’re the one rushing out of the gym with no time to freshen up? Stay in.

No matter what, don’t let yourself walk in public with that frizzy hair and sweat-stained top. Propose a movie and dinner at home and you might get to be a little more romantic after your date adjusts to your scent. Or even better, you might get some time to take a quick shower if your date is meeting you at your place.

No matter how comfortable you may be in your relationship, telling someone he “stinks” is going to hurt. Unless you both left from the same gym and are drenched from head to toe, usually one person is going to be more put together than the other.

Avoid making things feel worse than they actually are.

We all have those days where we forget to put on deodorant. Don’t let it ruin your potential at sharing a possible relationship with someone.

The Hacker Manifesto

Arsene Hodali — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 04:01:48 +0000

Another one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering”…

Damn kids. They’re all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950′s technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world…

Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me…

Damn underachiever. They’re all alike.

I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it in my head…”

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’s because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me… Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I’m a smart ass.. Or doesn’t like teaching and shouldn’t be here…

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They’re all alike.

And then it happened… a door opened to a world… rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought… a board is found. “This is it… this is where I belong…” I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all…

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They’re all alike…

You bet your ass we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now… the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’t run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore… and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge… and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal.

My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.

~ The Mentor

“Wavin’ Flag” ~ K’naan

Arsene Hodali — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 04:01:59 +0000

You are strong. Never forget that. You’ve been through a lot, and yet you’re still here. Never forget that. You have the power to change the world. Never forget that.

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“Why To Believe In Others” ~ Viktor Frankl

Arsene Hodali — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 04:01:17 +0000

Viktor Frankl’s speech in Toronto in 1972 on “man’s search for meaning”.

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