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10 Essential Tips to Find That Perfect Corporate Gift

Your regarded customers, steadfast clients and stunning representatives are your most significant resource. The correct blessing picked with care and consideration will fortify connections, regardless of whether to remunerate accomplishment or commend achievement. Why settle for a conventional blessing when you can dazzle with the phenomenal?

I have assembled the fundamental tips to locate that corporate blessing.

Simply read on

1) Must Always Select A Quality Gift

As a matter of first importance, you should choose a blessing that you would be glad to put your organization name on. Your client and customers are destined to accept your blessing as an impression of how you view and worth relationship with them.

On the off chance that your initial introduction taking a gander at the blessing, is floating towards it being modest or normally accessible stuff, odds are that they will see precisely the same way.

2) Always and Always Check Corporate Policies

In all honesty, numerous associat…

An "Other" Story

Every Thought...

Week 31: One Summer

Facts from the pre-internet seventies are elusive and details are sure to be skewed, but the gunshot death of a high school friend still echoes in my mind.


07/29:

  TWL, Lines 249-265: Olivia's Song

  249   She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
  250   Hardly aware of her departed lover;
  251   Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
  252   'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
  253   When lovely woman stoops to folly and
  254   Paces about her room again, alone,
  255   She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
  256   And puts a record on the gramophone.
  257   This music crept by me upon the waters'
  258   And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
  259   O City city, I can sometimes hear
  260   Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
  261   The pleasant whining of a mandoline
  262   And a clatter and a chatter from within
  263   Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
  264   Of Magnus…

movie of the summer

Taking Cover
Thunderheads gathering all afternoon, whisking a choice to give up gardening and go to a movie, something Sundance might recommend. “Walk the dog soon or nothing doing,” called down a glance to the sky, its purple factory hardening the hail about to pelt the neighborhood.
Familiar with scouts, Captain Fantastic seemed a safe pick—the translated title ‘This is Our World’ stacking some deck to underscore home. A theatrical trick? A shrug off of Elton? A nod to be Czech? At any rate, we have a saddle and bridle to ride this storm out, as movies should.
Then gathers a sunset that needn’t end, from feral purity to sophisticated scum, Chomsky’s challenges, sheepish charm, calling kids to read. World on the mend, ours or otherwise, hunting not to harm, making music on a self-stretched drum and out-maneuvering the Man, for good.
Weather inside needs a forecast withal, as suddenly rainfall threatens my eyes; ‘Sweet Child o’ Mine’ for a funeral song catches me cold (also warm). In the fall of ’88 my dad, br…

Less To The Rest, More To The Other

Every Thought...

Week 30: Perspective

Tiresias, Eliot wrote, is the “most important personage in the poem,” on the sidelines yet bringing everyone together, ambiguous yet clarifying, blind and yet he sees, as I would try.


 07/22:

  TWL, Lines 215-248: Tiresius

  215At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
  216Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
  217Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
  218I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
  219Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
  220At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
  221Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
  222The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
  223Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
  224Out of the window perilously spread
  225Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
  226On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
  227Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
  228I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
  229Perceived the scene, and foretold the re…

opening the eyelids

It’s awfully early to go to work— off-holiday, 2am and too wound up by what has been and what remains ineffable if listened to again and again.
Silent times need lullabies, even for a call to stay awake. God knows the formula good sleeping takes, the aardvark and the whitefin weighing in,
their daydreams best defined by dark, when sub-Saharan, Barrier Reef realities barely have a following, while Wittenberg’s most restless men
will count their sheep a different way, with some prismatic light. Dwell on that awhile and add your own insight, in tune for daybreak to begin.

Air Without Reserve

Every Thought...

Week 29: Doodling

More rough drafts.  No connection between Mr Euginides and Eugene Schieffelin or, for that matter, Walter Herring.  For the Underground Man, the question is lost but the answer remains.


 07/15:

  TWL, Lines 207-214: Mr. Eugenides

  207   Unreal City
  208   Under the brown fog of a winter noon
  209   Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
  210   Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
  211   C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
  212   Asked me in demotic French
  213   To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
  214   Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.

208. TIME FRAGMENTS: We return to the Unreal City.  Recall lines 60-61, which had set the city in the fog of a winter dawn.  Time is not linear, however, and memories are fragmented; see note 263 and compare lines 202, 222, 263.  See also note 60 for recurrences of the Unreal City and for specific London references.

209. MR. EUGENIDES is introduced just as the noon fog rolls in.  By his name alone, he would seem to…

Parting Glass

I hope this link will work, but if not I'll be glad to forward by email:  This is Paul and Lena's beautiful toast on Saturday.  And Joshua will be with us as we celebrate Paul and Lena's wedding this weekend!

Parting Glass


And let's keep telling the stories.  Here are the prompts that I had written and Dan had read on Saturday, before our sharing time:

Sharing Time

...Papa Josh brother Josh son Josh...
We loved you as we knew you, knew you as we saw you, always will remember you
...Uncle Josh cousin Josh nephew Josh...
We smiled with you, laughed with you, shared life with you
...Family Josh friend Josh neighbor Josh...
We were blessed, enriched, fortunate to have you in our lives
...Appleseed Josh Braumeister Josh Scrabbler Josh...
Through the workshift, on the way home, and into the weekend
...Preacher Josh pilot Josh gregarian Josh...
You showed us how to enjoy each breath, each day, each second chance of life
...Trumpeter Josh marcher Josh music lover Josh...
And to keep on punch…