The ultimate competitive advantage is being cognitive.
Ginni Rometty
Especially when it comes to - dissonances... ;D
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The ultimate competitive advantage is being cognitive.
Ginni Rometty
Especially when it comes to - dissonances... ;D
Hypno Short
“Do you give up yet, or?” The voice taunted me.
“Shut…up…” I said, eyes closed tightly in thought, as if I could blink the voice away, as if I could shut away the sound by closing my eyes.
“What are you doing now?”
“Trying to…remember…” I gasped out. It was both a mental and physical strain, I noted briefly, as a drop of sweat made its way down my jaw.
“Remember…?”
“Remember…”
“Remember to forget?”
“Remember to–no. No! Stop. You’re misleading me! I can’t forget!” I yelled, emotions welling up within me, thoughts rising, as I opened my eyes without a thought, only to see–
–a pair of eyes, staring back at me. Eyes that blinked when I blinked. Eyes that moved across the edge of vision whenever I moved my own. I began to focus straight onto those eyes. My eyes.
“Forget to remember…” My voice.
And as my eyes shut, those eyes staring back at me shut. As my body slumped forward into the mirror, my lips muttered, “Forget to remember.”
And the voice inside of me - also, my voice - echoed back.
“Remember to forget.”
Underneath my eyelids, I felt my eyes roll up as my thoughts faded, both voices now quieted, and the world went still - save for the hands that caught me, save for the bed they rested me on, save for the voice that whispered, whispered whispers into my mind, that flowed out as soft whispers from my own lips.
Wow, I forgot how stressful yet rewarding competitions can be
This is fun!!
battling moral ocd by smnerkin we'd and embracing my evil traits
Competition - why men compete?
Stop trying to impress anybody, start to #LiveYourLife and work for your #happiness. I'm looking at a lot of #men being competitive with no reason at all.
That’s a serious issue. Why guys think it’s okay to compete in every situation in their life? Why guys are so aggressive towards anybody that they think is a competition for them?
So hold my gnome’s hat! It’s time to be pretentious!
So I was wondering about this unlogic behaviour after one party with close female friends and my examples will be about their boyfriends, brothers, male friends…
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What is Stopping You from being Creative?
“A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.” ― Ayn Rand Ayn Rand, the Russian-American novelist and philosopher, who is known for her two best-selling novels, The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, had this to say, “A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.” These are very profound thoughts and talk about the…
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ENFIELD, Nova Scotia – Walk down the steps to Sidney Crosby’s man-cave of a basement, turn left, and there’s one of everyone’s favorite childhood memories – including his – there to greet you.
A Super Chexx bubble hockey table. We all have stories, right? Mine include going to Chuck E. Cheese’s in West Mifflin with my dad and pretty much bouncing between that and air hockey, sometimes that football-throwing game with the big and little targets sprinkled in.
I did not travel to Nova Scotia expecting to play bubble hockey. But, presented with the opportunity, I wasn’t about to turn it down.
“Wanna play?” I asked Crosby.
He seemed confused that, in the middle of our time together, I was asking to play bubble hockey. I don’t blame him. I worried for a minute whether I was either going to get laughed back to Pittsburgh or booted on the spot.
Neither happened.
“Sure,” Crosby answered, smiling. “I love that game. Don’t play it nearly enough.”
None of us do, Sid. None of us do.
So we played – but only after Crosby had to open the coin-slot part and retrieve the missing puck.
Like he’s said in interviews, oh, only about 4 million times, Crosby recognizes the importance of a strong start. He scores off the opening faceoff. At this point, I start worrying what I’ve gotten myself into.
Is he a ringer? Are all NHL players just really, really ridiculously good at this game?
I also realize that I was controlling the red team – what I perceive to be Canada – while Crosby had what looked to be Team USA, in blue, although neither is specified.
Felt weird to me. Crosby said since nothing appeared on the jerseys, play on.
Then I score into my own net, more disaster.
I rally for a bit – or at least stop the embarrassing onslaught. Get a couple of huge saves. I joke with Crosby that “I’m getting a Fleury-like performance in goal here.”
Turns out I spoke too soon. Crosby goal from the slot, 3-0. I’m toast.
I did make a bit of an offensive push. Scored twice. Forced Crosby to become upset with one of his defensemen.
“No. 4 here’s roasting me,” Crosby says.
My rally doesn’t last long. Crosby strikes again. The game finishes, 4-2, with USA outshooting Canada, 21-4.
“Allowed two on four shots,” Crosby says of his own performance. “That’s not good.”
Crosby proceeds to explain that he’s really not that good at bubble hockey. He can see that I’m not. He says former NHL journeyman and Penguins player Mike Comrie is the best he’s ever seen at the game.
“It’s a good game,” Crosby said. “It’s fun. Comrie would have won 10-0 against me. He’s incredible.”
There’s plenty more coming Sunday, though nothing about bubble hockey. I’d still recommend spending the $1.50. I promise it will be worth it. (X)
Or, rather, Sid being a competitive snowflake doesn’t even begin to cover it...
Competitive strategy is about being different. It means deliberately choosing a different set of activities to deliver a unique mix of value.
-Michael Porter