Wednesday, October 29, 2008

The Art of Eavesdropping


One of the best qualities I honed when I was younger was eavesdropping. I read a few Nancy Drew books, a few "So You Wanna Be A Spy" books, and got enough practice sneaking around the house listening to my mom's phone conversations and my parents' fights.

When I began studying journalism in college, we were told that some of the best tips were found via eavesdropping, "accidentally" overhearing conversations at coffee shops/diners, being at the right place at the right time. When we were told that, I smiled to myself. I had become quite good at the art.

Eavesdropping is not pressing your ear to a glass against a door or picking up a telephone extension (besides, most people would be using their cell phone). Real eavesdropping is becoming invisible.

Don't Make Eye Contact
Never look in the direction of what you're supposed to be listening to. Whenever I don't have my contacts in or my glasses on, I find myself asking people to repeat what they're saying more often. Somehow, when I'm looking at something, I have more of my attention on it, therefore, I'm taking in more information. It takes a lot to look away from something you feel is important to be listening to.

Occupy Yourself With Something Else
If you can't help turning your head (or your eyes--watch out for those!), fiddle with a napkin, look for something in your purse, pretend to text someone on your cell phone, or, better yet, pretend to call someone or your voicemail. Never include yourself in the conversation, even if you have something to add. As soon as you involve yourself in said conversation, you are no longer eavesdropping.

Listen For Keywords
Can't hear every word? If you know what the conversation is pertaining to, try to focus on hearing what you're essentially looking for. Most likely, you'll need to hear the names and verbs associated with those names. But also be on the lookout for words like "not", "isn't", "can't"--things that will keep you from jumping to conclusions about the verbs and nouns you're hearing. If you're not sure exactly what the conversation is pertaining to, make sure you have other evidence to support your conclusions.

Never Repeat What You Heard
Eavesdropping is for personal reasons. Don't go bragging what you heard. Journalists use eavesdropping for tips and leads, not the story itself. Once you have something though eavesdropping, it's up to you how to get what you want to know elsewhere. Also, never start a gossip session with something you learned (or assumed you learned) from eavesdropping. On top of that, NEVER say, "I was eavesdropping and..." That goes for "I overheard...", as well. Don't give away that you eavesdrop (I just broke my own rule by writing this, I guess), or you'll make others wary whenever you're present. No one will say anything around you again.

Make Sure You Have Good Reason To Eavesdrop
Bad reasons to eavesdrop:
To keep the rumor mill going
To further your own social status or agenda
To use information against someone else for personal gain (blackmail, e.g.)

Good reasons to eavesdrop:
Well, other than doing so as a watchdog for the public (sorry, sometimes the ideals of J-school come back to me), there isn't really a great reason to eavesdrop.

However, it doesn't hurt to eavesdrop when it comes to work (overhearing your bosses talking about something that will affect your job) or if you want to avoid an unpleasant situation with information you may not already have (texting someone jokingly, telling them a yo mama joke, if you didn't know his mother just passed away).

Practice Makes Perfect
It's so easy to practice eavesdropping. There are plenty of public places to practice. In line for coffee, while shopping, while waiting for the train (one of my favorite places to eavesdrop), at work (it's amazing how secluded people feel when they're in a cubicle), in the car (turn off the radio and roll down your windows on a hot day), any place that's public.

Don't Do It
The best way to keep yourself from being asked about information you're not comfortable having knowledge about it...not to actually know. No matter how good of an actor you think you are, it's easier to pull the ignorance card when you actually are ignorant. So, your best bet is not to eavesdrop at all and keep yourself occupied with things that actually concern you.

But, if you must eavesdrop, at least do it well. Maybe sometime soon, I'll write about how to have a conversation that cannot be eavesdropped upon, because that's an even better skill to have, especially since I wrote this.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

SICKIE WOO!


This is why I will barely call out of work when I'm sick, let alone when I just feel like a day off.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Poetry!


I've finally figured out the secret to understanding poetry.

WINE!

Yes, that's it! I get it! See, before, it was like reading some 25-cent words strung together in a crazy pandemonium of grammar. (Ooh, that was good!) But then you have some wine, and all of a sudden, the stuff I was reading in Intro to Creative Writing and Poetry finally makes sense! Son of a bitch...

Except for that Carl Sandburg poem about "Little Cat Feet". Seriously! What the fucking bloody hell is that? God, I hated that poem. It never made any sense to me. I've been drunk many a time and a few of those many have I tried to reason with the poem, praying it would make sense to me.

And, alas (poetry speak, mind you), it a-fucking-lludes me!
I hate that poem.

Hate.

Pissed I had to memorize it.

Pissed it was supposed to make any difference in my life.

Pissed that the only thing I learned from that poem is how I enjoyed the writer using the correct grammar and spelling.

What the bloody hell is "little cat feet"?

Eh, fuck it all!

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Anyone Want To Come Over For Popcorn?

No, really. That's not just my title, I'm curious. Bring your cell phone.



Update: Damn. It's already been debunked.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Disco May Save Your Life


Link

CHICAGO, Illinois (AP) -- "Stayin' Alive" might be more true to its name than the Bee Gees ever could have guessed: At 103 beats per minute, the old disco song has almost the perfect rhythm to help jump-start a stopped heart.

In a small but intriguing study from the University of Illinois medical school, doctors and students maintained close to the ideal number of chest compressions doing CPR while listening to the catchy, sung-in-falsetto tune from the 1977 movie "Saturday Night Fever."

Sesame Street Was In Da Hood.

I knew it!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Why Exercise Is Evil.

OK, OK, so just the equipment is evil.


Hilarious Exercise Ball Prank in Kitchen - Watch more free videos

An Oldie, But Goodie.

Possibly Better Than LOLCats!



Who knew simply flipping a picture would bring so much fun?

Currently a favorite on my Google Reader.

God, This Kid Is Adorable.

If I weren't allergic to shellfish, I would want this scenario to happen in my house.

Yet Another Barack Remix

I Now Get The Song!

Europe was singing about the world's Final Countdown to this man:

Say, "Cheesy"!


Oh god, the horrible memories of feathered hair, fighting with my mother the morning of, those little, supposidly "unbreakable" combs distributed, and the annual fear of being immortalized with my eyes half-closed.

Now that I look back on those days, I can be thankful that at least I only had one year my mom let me get the best background ever!

Don't Click On The Red Phone

Oh, Sarah, I swear, this is the last time I link to something that completely puts you down...

That may be a lie.

UPDATE: Now that the election is over, Palinaspresident.us has been updated to reflect the "Coming of Obama", haha. But the original is still available HERE.

Who Said A Recession Couldn't Be Fun?

Monday, October 13, 2008

Need This. Need This Now.

If only...

Pimp My Fridge

In case you wanna impress the ladies. (I know I was impressed.)

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Oof!

Seriously, you'll need to prepare yourself for this. I sent it around at work, and I could hear it spreading as the gasps and "Ohmigawd"s echoed in the office.



Needless to say, this guy is a TOOL.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Stupid Baby Products



I rolled my eyes when I heard about Baby Mozart; I thought raising a baby without breast feeding was sacrilegious; and I am convinced that peanut allergies are directly related to stupid mothers trying these new so-called "healthy" pregnancy diets.

But then I saw this today.

Mulligan?

The moon landing may be a hoax...but this is just hilarious!

Golf Course Astronaut

Best New Site

Warning: Very Strong Language

I would like to introduce the cause of an hour and a half of my morning being sucked up, due to laughing, e-mailing and general merriment over finding this site.

Some of my favorites are:

Person 1: don't you hate it when you shit on the floor, and you can hear it fall but you have no idea where it actually landed, and spend like 5 minutes looking for it
Person 2: ...
Person 2: what?
Person 1: oh shit
Person 1: don't you hate it when you DROP shit

Person 1: women ask for it
Person 1: they act all old and mature
Person 1: and then you stick your cock up their ass
Person 1: and they get all bitchy
Person 1: "I"M ONLY 13, I'M ONLY 13!!!"


The last one reminds me of a conversation I would have with one of my dear friends...he knows who he is, hahaha.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Remember A Time Before MySpace?

No?

Hhmmm...Interesting (tool).

Anyway, believe it or not, there was a time before MySpace (I would call it B.M. to be cute, however I don't know if it would be taken in that manner, now that I look at the abbreviation).

I went on an archeological dig around the archives of these here internets and came across this little site...no, I won't divulge the secret yet.

Regardless, here is your tour of the evolution of A Place For Friends:



The first incarnation of MySpace in 1997:




Then, in 2000, if you went to myspace.com, you would have been greeted with this:





Soon, myspace.com was a ghost town of a site in 2001. Although those who entered their e-mail addresses were sure in for a surprise...



In 2002, the site was bare, other than a general welcome screen:







Finally, the MySpace we know and love (well, personally, MySpace and I have a love/hate relationship) today started sprouting its little wings:




Then it started to evolve into even more of a familiar home page in 2004:




Looking at all of these, I began to wonder when Tom came about. Seriously!



Oh, and here's the link to the Internet Archives of which I speak.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

God, This Is Hypnotizing

Work Quote of the Day

“Sarah Palin thinks she’s all about foreign policy because she can see Russia from her house; I can see the moon from my house and that doesn’t make me a goddamn astronaut!”