Rock (A-Hula) The Vote

Molly Ivins had an interesting yardstick for judging a political candidate’s chances of winning: How much Elvis the candidate has or has not.

Looking back over the last 60 years of presidential elections, I think she was onto something. It does seem that none of the things that we pretend matter really matter.  Liberal or Conservative? Doesn’t matter. Religion, voting record, intelligence? Play no part. The winner, in every election since Eisenhower, has been the candidate with the most Elvis. I’m not saying that a candidate has to be eat up with Elvis, I’m just saying that he (and someday she) has to have more Elvis than his/her opponent.

If you can readily see that Dwight Eisenhower had more Elvis than Adlai Stevenson, then you understand what I’m talking about.

“Why start with Eisenhower?”                                                         

Because that’s who was president when the world heard “Hound Dog” and “Heartbreak Hotel.”

JFK had more Elvis than Nixon. (Quick show of hands, with every head bowed and every mind closed: How many can imagine Marilyn Monroe singing “Happy Birthday” to Richard Nixon?)

LBJ is not someone I’d normally associate with Elvis, but Au H₂O even less so.

While Richard Nixon had considerably less Elvis than John Kennedy, Nixon had considerably more than Hubert Humphrey or George Wallace.

George McGovern had a lot of Liberace, but zero Elvis.

Again, we’re not judging anything about these men except how much Elvis they did or didn’t have. George McGovern, Hubert Humphrey, Gerald Ford: There is a lot to appreciate about them, no doubt. Good, decent men doing what they consider the right thing. That counts very much day in and day out, but it doesn’t mean doodley-squat in a presidential election.

Jimmy Carter and Gerald Ford in 1976? No contest.

Say what you will (and I’m sure you will) about Ronald Reagan, he had himself some Elvis. People liked him who didn’t even want to.

George H.W. Bush had more Elvis than Michael Dukakis. That’s not saying much, but it’s why he was elected. When George H.W. had to run against someone who had some real Elvis, he fell by the wayside.

No one, now that The King himself no longer walks among us, has more Elvis than Bill Clinton. Politics aside, all that other stuff aside, Bill Clinton could get elected ten more times if the law allowed it because he has an overload of Elvis and that is the quality that counts in presidential elections.

“Are you trying to tell me that George W. Bush has a lot of Elvis?”

No, I’m saying that George W. Bush has more Elvis than Al Gore. I’m also saying that everyone (with the possible exception of Roy on the original Mickey Mouse Club) has more Elvis than John Kerry. Al Gore is brilliant. John Kerry is intelligent and he’s a bona fide war hero. Doesn’t matter. Bush has more Elvis.

There is a lot to admire and respect about John McCain. However, on a scale of 1 to 10 on the Elvis-O-Meter...well, you tell me. Barack Obama scores somewhere just shy of Bill Clinton.

So, who’s going to win in 2012? That’s an easy call. Unless the Republicans can come up with a candidate who has more Elvis than Barack Obama, well, this E-lection is a done deal.

Passion over Paycheck

I’ve advised many college students over the years. When I ask them why they chose a particular major, all too often I hear, “Because it pays real well.” It disappoints me if that’s their number one reason. It is cheerful and refreshing when a student says something akin to “Because I love it!” or “I just can’t imagine doing anything else.”

I always advise students to go for the passion instead of the paycheck. Here’s why:

There’s money at the top of every field, and who rises to the top, the clock watcher or the person who is there because s/he has a passion for the profession, the first one to get there and the last one to leave?

Most of us spend more waking hours at “work” than we do with our families, so our work had better be something we care about, something we enjoy.

In his book, What Should I Do With My Life?, Po Bronson tells about how he turned down a job that paid over $300,000.00 per year, a job he could do in his sleep. Over that sure thing, he chose to try to become a writer. That’s not an easy field to break into, obviously. I admire Po’s reason for making that choice: “I’d rather have something to love than something to impress you with.”

Yes! Doesn’t that make sense? Day in and day out, I’d much rather have something to love.

On an audio series, I heard Dr. Deepak Chopra say that, in our society, more people die on Monday morning at 9 o’clock than at any other single time of the week. I thought maybe he was joking, so when I heard him on a radio talk show I called in to double-check and to chat. He said it was true. I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I asked him anyway: “Reckon how come that is?” He said, “What?!” I said, “Oh, you’ll have to pardon me; I’m from east Arkansas. What I’m trying to say is ‘Why do you perceive that to be the situation?’” He said that the reason more people in the USA die on Monday morning at 9 o’clock than at any other single time of the week is because most people hate what they do for a living.

There’s a big clue. Please do something you adore instead of something you abhor. People who hate their jobs live for the weekend—there are songs and T-shirts lamenting that sad fact. So, there go 5 days of the week, lost to loathing. Then what do they do with the weekend? Spend a large part of it dreading Monday. Some try to make up for the 5 lost days by cramming in as much “fun” as they can, often resulting in overindulgences that just make them feel that much worse. There go two more days, displaced by dread and destruction. Not much room for joy when all 7 days are discounted. They’ll have to visit a former lifetime to find any good old days to look back upon.

Nothing against money. I’m all for getting paid. Someone (perhaps Sophie Tucker) said, “I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor. Rich is better.” Money can’t buy happiness: That’s true, but neither can poverty. Money has little or nothing to do with happiness. We all know people who have hot and cold running maids, yet they are miserable. We know folks who don’t have a window to throw it out of, yet they are cheerful. As long as our basic needs are being met, how happy we are or are not is pretty much a choice.

Choose the passion over the paycheck. The result is an abundance of both.

We Reap what We Sow, so…

Here’s a fun challenge: Only think about what you want. (I’ve read so many books and listened to so many audio programs that I really don’t remember where that idea came from.) It’s an interesting experiment, and it’s not as easy as it sounds.

For practice, keep this in mind: Everything we are against weakens us. Everything we are for empowers us. As part of our bold experiment, let’s also think and speak only in terms of what we are for, what we want. Don’t you hear enough people talking about what they hate and what’s wrong with the world?

It’s not sticking our heads in the sand, far from it. It’s pulling our heads out of the sand and wising up to the way things work. You do not change your opinions or your values; you simply reframe things in terms of what you are for, what you love.

For example: We don’t hate ignorance, we love education. We are not against poverty, we are for prosperity.

One of the many good reasons for adopting this approach is that we actually get better results. Who are you more likely to listen to and support, someone who’s always down in the mouth, angrily telling you what they hate or someone who is positive and has a plan for making things better?

Another what’s-in-it-for-me is that this way of thinking and speaking gives us more energy. Remember: what we are against weakens us, drains our energy. What we are for empowers us, gives us more energy—physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally.

Is it easy? Few worthwhile things ever are, but the payoff is powerful. After a while, you’ll start to catch yourself and make corrections. “I hate potholes! Wait, let me rephrase that: I love smooth roads.” Then you’ll notice and catch yourself in mid-sentence, then in mid-thought.

Don’t take my word for it. Try it for an hour. Try it for a day…a week…a decade and see if it doesn’t make a noticeable difference in the way you feel and in the results you get.

I know where this next notion came from. It’s from Earl Nightingale. If you will, take 3 minutes and 8 seconds to watch this: http://www.thestrangestsecretmovie.com. Then spend the rest of your life applying it.

Bonus Earl Nightingale quote: Life is dull only to dull people.

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The Magic Word

Have you listened to Earl Nightingale’s audio series, Lead the Field? If not, well, you just must.

The first of the 12 sessions is titled “The Magic Word.”

Those of us who grew up watching Captain Kangaroo are likely thinking that the magic words are Please and Thank You. Those are wonderful words (when we really mean them); they can work wonders and open doors. Earl Nightingale’s magic word is Attitude.

Here’s a quote from the program: To ask “What is the role of attitude in the success or failure of a human being?” is like asking “What is the role of water in the Pacific Ocean?” or “What is the role of granite in the Himalayas?” It is almost everything.

Wow! What if he’s right? I hope (and believe) that he is right. That’s great news for you and me because we can choose our attitudes. The single most vital ingredient in our success or failure is something we can control! Cue the balloons! Strike up the band!

You might not believe this, but I have known people who do not believe that they can control their thoughts or their attitudes. I invite them to recall the last time they looked in the rearview mirror and saw the blue lights flashing. “Did you continue daydreaming? Did you make a mental note to pick up some Cheez Whiz at the store? Or were you in the moment and on your best behavior?” We most certainly can control our thoughts and attitudes when it’s important. Our attitude is the single most deciding factor in our success? That makes it important.

When I was teaching Learning Skills at the University of Arkansas, I invited them to listen to “The Magic Word.” One of the students loudly pronounced it the biggest bunch of $#!+ she’d ever heard. She was so negative and so hateful. It was one of the very few times I’ve wished a student would stop coming to class. As the semester wore on, she did calm down and quit making snide comments. She quit commenting altogether.

During the last week of school, she brought me what she called a “bonus essay.” The cover page was colorfully and artistically designed. The title of her essay: “Attitude: It Really Is The Magic Word!” In her essay, she explained that things in all areas of her life had fallen apart. She tried some of the typical harmful remedies. Nothing helped. She got so desperate that, with almost every other solution exhausted, she was willing to try that attitude stuff. It worked—as it always will with a sincere effort, when it’s important. I still have that essay. I take it out and read it every now and then. It cheers me and it reminds me.

Hey, if you want to, you can download Lead the Field, one session or all 12, for $5.99 each.

The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life simply by altering his attitude of mind. ~William James

Another Magic Word

“I thought you said that Attitude is the magic word.”

I did and it is. This is about another word that worked wonders for a football team. Now that you mention it, I guess this word, in order to work its magic, has to trigger an attitude, so Attitude is still the magic word.

Do you know which football team won the first Rose Bowl game?

In 1902, the University of Michigan won the first Rose Bowl game by beating Stanford 49 to 0.

Michigan had a new coach, Fielding Yost. In his first interview with a local newspaper, Coach Yost announced that in the upcoming season the Wolverines would be undefeated and that the combined scores of all the opposing teams would be 49 points max. The players on the team did not know or believe that they were that good. They thought the new coach was going to make them look bad by making such outlandish claims. Yost inspired the team with one word—by helping them understand the meaning of that word.

Here’s the whole article, written by Laurie Grimes of Lorain County Community College in Elyria, Ohio.

Before you read Laurie’s article, just for fun, can you guess the word/attitude that Yost used to inspire the players? Make 5 guesses. Make 10. I bet you won’t get it, but it will make sense to you when you read what it is.

A Poem that Captures On Course

Vernon Howard said, “Impartial self-observation leads to self-awakening which leads to self-liberation.” That sounds profitable and fun. It’s that impartial part that gets in the way. We’re almost never impartial when observing ourselves; we’re either congratulating ourselves for a perceived success or flagellating ourselves for a perceived failure. Not long ago, a good friend challenged me to reexamine what motivates me. I took it seriously and spent the next several weeks trying to impartially observe myself.

One theme kept popping up again and again: Having something worthwhile to offer. That rings true. If I’ve got something I think is worthwhile to offer I’ll beat the bushes and shout it from the mountaintop. Been that way all my life. That’s one reason I’m such a fan of On Course by Dr. Skip Downing.

On Course is the best “College Success” textbook I’ve seen. In addition to being the best textbook of its type in the country, On Course is also an excellent self-help book. I have known parents who see such dramatic changes in their children that they buy a copy of the book and work through it for themselves. And they get excited about it. It’s wonderful to finally find something that works! It’s always such a joy and a refreshment to watch college students as we make our way through On Course. The improvements in their lives are positive, powerful, and permanent.

One afternoon, Skip Downing and I were waiting in the Tulsa Airport. I had been using his textbook for years. I asked him to summarize On Course in one sentence or less. Skip did not hesitate. He shrugged and said, “Making wiser choices.”

While listening to a Wayne Dyer tape, I discovered a poem that, to me, sums up the steps the students of On Course often go through:

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

By Portia Nelson

Chapter One

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall in.

I am lost … I am helpless.

It isn’t my fault.

It takes forever to get out.

Chapter Two

I walk down the street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I pretend that I don’t see it.

I fall in again.

I can’t believe I am in this same place.

But, it isn’t my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there.

I still fall in … it’s a habit … but my eyes are open.

I know where I am.

It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

Chapter Four

I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

Chapter Five

I walk down another street.

Big Apple Offal

In 1968, the sanitation workers went on strike in the city so nice they named it twice. Most people probably hadn’t given much thought to the trash collectors except maybe to complain about the noise they made so early in the morning. Now, everyone was giving the sanitation workers a lot of their attention as clutter and filth filled the alleys, avenues, and sidewalks of New York.

Stiff winds blew flaming refuse down some of the most famous streets in the world. And the rats, and the nastiness, and the disease! Not just ugly, dangerous.  

During this whole mess, there was one man who had his trash picked up regularly. Not because he was a privileged character but because he understood something about human nature. Each morning, he would set it out in front of his shop and within a few minutes his rubbish was removed.

Know what he did? He gift wrapped it. Presently, someone would come along, see the thin layer of shiny wrapping paper—perhaps a bow—assume that the package must have value, and steal it!

Gift wrapping the garbage: There’s a metaphor we could play with for a good long while, but let me just run one by you for now.

Let’s say that the garbage is a life situation (job, school, romance, finances, what-have-you) with which we are dissatisfied and feel helpless to change. The thin layer of gift wrapping is the cheap excuses we trot out for our sorry selves. When others accept our excuses or when we buy into our own excuses, that seems to give them validity and value. After a while, if we’re paying attention, we notice that no matter how neatly we wrap, no matter how much we curl the ribbon, no matter how pretty the pattern, the situation does not change. Then, to use On Course terminology, we stop acting like Victims, embrace the Creator role, stop making excuses, and start making progress toward what we want.

Is this a true story? Gary Zukav mentions in his book, Soul Stories, the way a Lakota elder (I’m guessing it was Black Elk) responded when a reporter asked if the story of the White Buffalo Calf Woman was true. The elder said, “I don’t know whether it actually happened that way or not, but you can see for yourself that it’s true.”

Read all about it.