Vail Quotes

I didn't care who kissed you first as long as I kissed you last.

I dont care who kissed you first as long as I kiss you last.

We are men who find chess fascinating. Did you expect our lives to be secretly interesting?

You planning top kill me with a Wiffle bat?" [Carson asked] "Yeah." "Why?" he asked. The bat was shaking in my tight grip. "Because I don't have my Minnie Mouse pillow.

A message had been sent to EmmaVaile at an account I didn't recognize. It was from BennettStern at the same network. Four words: "I'm grateful for you.

He told me how special you are," he said, flashing Shay an unfriendly smile. "Because of your great-great-times-a-hundred-grandmother Eira who got us into this mess when she became a demon's mistress." "Thanks for reminding me," Shay said. "So now you know why you and Calla were supposed to cut my throat instead of a cake at your wedding. Too bad that didn't happen." Ren Stiffened. "I'm not sorry you made it out of Vail alive. As for the rest of it ... we'll see how that turns out, won't we?

There is no greater torture than being forced to watch as your love, your reason for living, breathing, and existing, sinks into oblivion. Your heart stops no matter how you try to get to her, she just gets farther and farther away." ~Fane from 'Beyond the Vail' "Attention shoppers, just a brief announcement, crazy ass werewolf on isle three. Those with abundance of testosterone, don't touch their lady merchandise and you might walk out of here intact." ~Jen from 'Fate and Fury'. "In the event of some sort of gathering, if one of the bossy, overbearing, possessive fur balls has not flipped his switch and attacked some poor young pup in some misguided attempt to protect his woman's virtue, then the night is not over.

The mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.

You can't own your victories if you won't admit your failures.

Crap. I was hopin’ all things ugly had been raptured, but you’re still muckin’ up the planet.” “We must share the same faith, honey. ’Cause beauty checked out when you showed up.

Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable.

I shoved him off the snowmobile. He landed on his back in the snow. "Love is a brat, you think? No, love id fine. You are the brat, you spoiled, rotten brat!

Nev tossed his pen down. “Fine. Here goes: Ren and Cals lives may be torrid for the young ones in Vail are quite horrid Bine and Cos aren’t too frail Dax and Fey never pale while Ansel and Bryn might get sordid Bryn spit Diet Coke all over the table. Mason and Ansel clapped. I was too dumbfounded to react. This is qhat quiet Nev does in his spare time? “‘Bine’?” Sabine frowned while Cosette mopped up the soda that flowed to their end of the table. “Since when am I ‘Bine’? And we never call Cosette ‘Cos.’” “It’s about cadence,” Nev said. “Sorry. I said it wasn’t very good.” “Why aren’t you and Mason in it?” Ansel asked. “Oh, he has another one about us.” Mason wiggled his eyebrows.

I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it for damage. "That hurt," he shrieked. "You really hurt me." "Right back at you," I said. "Good-bye Carson." He frowned, massaging his hand, the big baby. "I just wanted to end this nicely." "Yeah?" I cocked the bat up to hit him again. "Well, this time you don't get what you want.

I, Larry Vail, do hereby confess To murdering Merry in her little dress. To strangling and raping and making a mess. To all of these charges the answer is yes.

Vail: "There are worse things than being shot at." Bannon: "Like...?" Vail: "Living a life where you're never shot at.

Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a vailed longing for death.

Please, we're in high school. Hook up and move on.

Love makes us stupid, sometimes.

I have standards. Well, okay, they're love standards, but I have them.

I don't care who kissed you first, as long as I kissed you last - George (If we kiss)

You know what you are, Mr. Vail?" "In a hurry?" he answered. "A coward.

Well, you should have a chat with your boyfriend, clarify your desires. Hate to break the news, but, uh, he’s cheatin’ on you. Tell him I said my dog kisses better than him and he hits like a girl.

I don't think anyone's past is ever truly gone. You carry every experience, good and bad, within you.

Even animals know better than to foul their own nest

Sometimes sluttiness is a sign of intense longing.

Come on Josie." He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I really want you there." "Yeah?" I asked, slamming my locker shut. "And do you always get what you want?" "Yes," he said.

Once in school, going down to lunch from our third-floor classroom, Valentino Vail had leaned over the banister without warning and loosed a cataract of orange vomit. The stairway was the usual open stack and Valentino’s breakfast just dropped forever, three stories down, touching a good number of lives as it rocketed past and hitting the basement tile with a sound zookeepers must hear sometimes, around the elephants.

Oh, really? Do you wake up heaving from bloody dreams that promise destruction like some crazy street guy forecasting the Apocalypse? Did you slam a door in your dad’s face hours before he died? Does everyone, cops included, think you’re a pestering loon ’cause ‘accident’ doesn’t sit right with you, nor the many other freakouts, like the car that keeps showing up on your street, with someone sitting in it, doing like, nothing? No? Oh no? Didn’t think so. Life sucks for everyone. Jump or deal with it.

I am a pacifist, danm it! And now I'm bleeding. What is wrong with you, you sick sicko?

Do not forever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing though nature to eternity.

therefore she took a vail, and covered herself.

35. And the children of Israel saw the face of Moses, that the skin of Moses' face shone: and Moses put the vail upon his face again, until he went in to speak with him.

I have carved a life out of doing what needs to be done, because you can vail to the heavens, but in the end, when you're through, you will still be ankle deep in the same situation.

THE earliest theory of salvation is the Egyptian theory. The Egyptian Mystery System had as its most important object, the deification of man, and taught that the soul of man if liberated from its bodily fetters, could enable him to become godlike and see the Gods in this life and attain the beatific vision and hold communion with the Immortals (Ancient Mysteries, C. H. Vail, P. 25).

Do you think we're being robbed?" I whispered. He nodded gravely, then crawled over to my closet and opened it. "Did you want to borrow something more formal to wear for the robbery? I'm not sure I have anything in your size." "Shh," he whispered. "Don't you at least have a tennis racket or anything?" "You think they came here looking for a doubles partner?" He turned quickly and gave me a look, then whipped a Wiffle bat out of the mess. "Wow," I said. "You jock-type people really are single-minded, aren't you? Uh-oh, we're being robbed. Let's play ball!" "It's for a weapon," Carson whispered. "You're gonna hit them with a Wiffle bat?" "What else you got?" "Um...A pillow" "Exactly" ... "Stay behind me," he whispered. "Can I just say that I never knew this about me before, but weirdly enough this whole protective he-man thing actually turns me on." "Josie." "What," I asked. "Shut Up." I grabbed my pillow, just in case, so to speak, and tiptoed behind him around the mussed-up bed. "Maybe we should just hide in the closet." He turned around, rolled his eyes and kissed me. "Shh," he repeated.

Sorry," I said... "Sorry for what?" He glanced over at me. "For whatever I did wrong," I said. "Did you do something?" I shrugged, "Why are you not talking to me?" "I'm just driving." He moved his hand from the gearshift onto my leg. "Do you like snowmobiling?" "I love it," I said. He shot me a look. "Have you ever gone snowmobiling before?" "No," I said. He smiled. God, I hate his smile, I love it so much.

It's just one of those things, like some people don't sink when they go in the pool, some know how to throw a ball so it goes toward the person holding the mitt. I have no idea how people do those things; I'm good at schoolwork. That works out well because it frees up my time for my hobbies, like lying on the couch eating M&M's.

Bush and Vail understood that the doomsday cycle is not inevitable, and that the best chance for sustainable, renewable creativity and growth comes from bringing an organization to the top-right quadrant: separate phases connected by a balanced, dynamic equilibrium.

Pushing Carson back out of the door, I grabbed my jacket off the hook and shoved my feet into the great old clogs that my poor podiatrist father wants outlawed. "Don't you want to change or something?" Mom called after me. "She'll never change," Carson answered, and followed me down the steps. I settled myself into the passenger seat and buckled up as he back out of the driveway. "Your arches are falling?" "Turns out I am deeply flawed," I admitted.

In the name of speed, Morse and Vail had realized that they could save strokes by reserving the shorter sequences of dots and dashes for the most common letters. But which letters would be used most often? Little was known about the alphabet’s statistics. In search of data on the letters’ relative frequencies, Vail was inspired to visit the local newspaper office in Morristown, New Jersey, and look over the type cases. He found a stock of twelve thousand E’s, nine thousand T’s, and only two hundred Z’s. He and Morse rearranged the alphabet accordingly. They had originally used dash-dash-dot to represent T, the second most common letter; now they promoted T to a single dash, thus saving telegraph operators uncountable billions of key taps in the world to come. Long afterward, information theorists calculated that they had come within 15 percent of an optimal arrangement for telegraphing English text.

The Conclusion NOW Reader, I have told my Dream to thee; See if thou can’st interpret it to me, Or to thyself, or Neighbor; but take heed Of mis-interpreting; for that, instead Of doing good, will but thyself abuse: 5 By mis-interpreting, evil ensues. Take heed also, that thou be not extreme, In playing with the out-side of my Dream: Nor let my figure or similitude Put thee into a laughter or a feud; 10 Leave this for Boys and Fools; but as for thee, Do thou the substance of my matter see. Put by the Curtains, look within my Vail; Turn up my Metaphors, and do not fail There, if thou seekest them, such things to find 15 As will be helpful to an honest mind. What of my dross thou findest there, be bold To throw away, but yet preserve the Gold; What if my Gold be wrapped up in Ore? None throws away the Apple for the Core. 20 But if thou shalt cast away all as vain, I know not but ’twill make me Dream again

Oh it just gives me the heebie-jeebies

What others say about you is irrelevant. You define who you are.

It was an epoch of her life, an hour never to be forgotten, this first coming into relation with a really noble library.

that whole oh I care so much bull. Just to make everybody like her.

You don’t have to be friends with everybody, you just can’t be unkind to anybody.

They say knowledge is power. And it is! Once you better understand what you fear, you can face it head-on with confidence.

Just for taste bites of sample bagels have - fun fact - between zero and "screw you" calories

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No biggie,” I said. “We all get scared sometimes

Backstory is like a flavour you can’t quite pick, lurking in the layers of a curry. You know it’s there and it enhances the flavour, but it’s intangible and fleeting. Use it sparingly!

We’re turning onto Frontage Road headed into Vail Village when she tells me she met someone. “What’s that?” I ask, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. She nods and pulls out her phone. “On Facebook. I don’t know why I’m bothering with dating sites when there are guys like this available.” She waves the phone. Fuck that. I’m available. “I don’t think you’re ready yet,” I snap. “We’re still practicing your dating skills, remember?” “Oh.” She frowns. “Are we exclusively practicing? I didn’t know. I thought this guy would be good practice.” I make a mental note to hack her and alter all the incoming messages from men. Why the hell didn’t I do this the day I met her? When she told me about men sending her photos of their dicks?

Some of the choices teenagers make are morally and practically wrong. Some of my characters do things I hope my child won't. There are occasionally words my characters choose that I wouldn't utter in my mother's presence. But when I was sixteen, or twelve, hanging out with my friends? That was different. For a story to feel real, I have to respect what a character would really do or say.

Bruises on the soul hurt even more than bruises on the leg and take longer to heal. Maybe the trick is to try to avoid smashing into stuff so much. And then to be kind to ourselves as we slowly heal.

In the name of speed, Morse and Vail had realized that they could save strokes by reserving the shorter sequences of dots and dashes for the most common letters. But which letters would be used most often? Little was known about the alphabet’s statistics. In search of data on the letters’ relative frequencies, Vail was inspired to visit the local newspaper office in Morristown, New Jersey, and look over the type cases.

Treat backstory like a pungent spice. I say this to encourage you to picture a jalapeno pepper that can set your mouth on fire, every time you even think about adding backstory into your book. What you need is subtlety.

In 1907 the American Telephone and Telegraph Company faced a crisis. The patents of its founder, Alexander Graham Bell, had expired, and it seemed in danger of losing its near-monopoly on phone services. Its board summoned back a retired president, Theodore Vail, who decided to reinvigorate the company by committing to a bold goal: building a system that could connect a call between New York and San Francisco. The challenge required combining feats of engineering with leaps of pure science. Making use of vacuum tubes and other new technologies, AT&T built repeaters and amplifying devices that accomplished the task in January 1915. On the historic first transcontinental call, in addition to Vail and President Woodrow Wilson, was Bell himself, who echoed his famous words from thirty-nine years earlier, “Mr. Watson, come here, I want to see you.” This time his former assistant Thomas Watson, who was in San Francisco, replied, “It would take me a week.”1

The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance … or change. Once such incantatory phrases as “we see now through a glass darkly” and “mysterious are the ways He chooses His wonders to perform” are mastered, logic can be happily tossed out the window. Religious mania is one of the few infallible ways of responding to the world’s vagaries, because it totally eliminates pure accident. To the true religious maniac, it’s all on purpose. It was quite likely for this reason that the Trashcan Man talked to a crow for nearly twenty minutes on the road west of Vail, convinced it was either an emissary of the dark man … or the dark man himself. The

Godlike erect, with native Honour clad In naked Majestie seemd Lords of all, And worthie seemd, for in thir looks Divine The image of thir glorious Maker shon, Truth, Wisdome, Sanctitude severe and pure, Severe, but in true filial freedom plac’t; Whence true autoritie in men; though both Not equal, as thir sex not equal seemd; For contemplation hee and valour formd, For softness shee and sweet attractive Grace, Hee for God only, shee for God in him: His fair large Front and Eye sublime declar’d Absolute rule; and Hyacinthin Locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustring, but not beneath his shoulders broad: Shee as a vail down to the slender waste Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dissheveld, but in wanton ringlets wav’d As the Vine curles her tendrils, which impli’d Subjection, but requir’d with gentle sway, And

Except that here he was, alive and well.  “There will be time to talk about that,” he said. “Later.”  “Say it.”  Instead of saying anything, he closed the remaining distance. Heather slid to the side, into the room, practically falling over a low table in her rush to shamble away.  Meyer calmly entered and closed the door behind him.  “Get away from me.”  “They got there in time, Heather.”  “There was no time. You were gone. Meyer was gone.” “People can be revived. You know they can.”  “Not you.”  He spread his arms slightly, giving her an almost humorous expression. And yet here I am. “A shuttle picked me up. They’re aliens, Heather. When we were in Vail, they picked me up in a beam of light. They read the population’s minds. They crossed time and space. Why is it so hard to believe they can fix a bullet wound?”  “Show me.” She nodded at his chest. “There’s no scar, if that’s what you’re asking.” He gave a tight-lipped, shrugging sort of smile. “Alien technology.”  “I don’t believe it.”  “I don’t know why. Come on, Heather.” His voice had slightly changed. Now he wasn’t quite

Majesty, A frozen swamp. Icicles on branches and uprooted trees. That was our crystal palace, once upon a time. I was your king and you were my queen. I promised you I’d always try to give you your desires. I meant that. And since you wanted Derek, I tried to get him for you. I tried to get Derek to see how beautiful, sweet and amazing you are, in spite of myself, in spite of my rending heart. He never saw you the way I did, and you never saw me at all. I thought maybe if I found love with someone else, I’d be rid of my feelings for you, but that empty relationship only made me long for you more. I’ve offered you the most support and devotion a person can give an unwanting heart, but all I get in return are your mocking advances, which blatantly scream and reiterate the fact that you’ll never love me. It’s been so excruciating to be around you lately. You’re always teasing me, and it kills me. That’s why I’ve been so irritable and angry. It’s inconceivable to me how you could think I’d EVER hurt you, when all I’ve been living for is to try and make you happy. Well, I’m done. Your doubt has caused me more pain than anything I’ve ever known. I always thought we’d be life-long friends, but this fairytale has no happy ending. The crystal has shattered. I can’t be your king anymore. Then again, I never really was. I’ve always been the lowly jester. And everyone knows a fool can never be with a queen. Goodbye, Alec

It makes sense that the Obamas both deplore the 1 percenters and seek to rub shoulders with them at Martha’s Vineyard or Vail.

match for what looked like MAC-10s the bank robbers were toting, but what can you do? Sometimes you’re just

She eventually made it to the Bureau—a career advancement that had the primary benefit of keeping her keester out of the line of fire. Until today. “Local SWAT is en

If Jonah had gone to Yale, Instead of the gut of a whale, He'd have a diploma, A better aroma, And a nice little condo in Vail.

on vacation. Leave a message. “Still here. No movement inside, far as I can tell. View’s partially blocked by a large window sign. Bank’s offering free checking,

that out loud? “Repeat, Agent Vail?” “I said, ‘A lot of sittin’ for the next six minutes.’” The last thing she needed was to have her radio transmission played back in front of everyone; she’d be ridiculed for weeks. “Unit Five approaching, Queens Boulevard and Forty-eighth.” Mike Hartman’s voice sounded

rush as she raced through the streets of Manhattan to track down the scumbags who were doing their best to add some spice to an otherwise bland shift. But after the birth of her

Agent Vail. I’m in position, thirty feet from the bank’s entrance. I’ve got a visual on three well-armed men dressed in black clothing, wearing

And that was that. He might as well try resisting a river.

If answers are the destination, questions are the oars.

He had to look death in the face as he had never had to before and to pronounce the manner and the reason for it, so that there would be an official record and the death could be properly assessed, because no man, woman, or child was supposed to pass into the next world without giving fine to the king for the misfortune.

PD. DE "LA OTRA CONSULTA". Revisé la parte de la correspondencia externa que va dirigida a mi pasamontañas. Hay de todo: caricaturas, albures, mentadas (de menta y de las otras), amenazas de muerte y retos a duelo. Estos son los resultados preliminares: -El 97.98% de los consultados piensa que soy muy mamón. El 2% dice que no soy mamón, sino bastante payaso. El 0.02% no contestó (está contando un chiste de pepito). -El 87.56% piensa que voy a terminar vendiéndome con el gobierno. El 12% pregunta que cuál es el precio. El 0.44% revisa la cartera en busca de cambio. -El 74.38% dice que yo no escribo las cartas y comunicados, que con esta cara (?) dudan que pueda hilvanar un par de ideas coherentes. El 25% señala que sí escribo yo, pero me dictan. El 0.62% mejor se puso a leer El Chahuistle. -El 69.69% dice lo que dice. El resto no lo dice, pero lo piensa. Varios no contestaron, pero entornaron los ojos y jadearon ostensiblemente. -El 53.45% dice que nunca he estado en la montaña, que despacho desde un escritorio público donde se mecanografían tesis y cartas como la que, el otro día, me dictó Rutilio y que dice: "Ufemia: Claro necesito que me digas si querétaro las manzanas para que poninas dijo popochas y, si naranjas podridas y ni maiz palomas, me boinas con los cuadernos". El 46% dice que sí estuve en la montaña pero en la de Vail, Colorado, iuesei. El 0.55% está haciendo fila en la taquilla de la montaña rusa. -El 49.99% dice que nunca he agarrado un arma y que soy "soldado de escritorio". El 50% dice que la única arma que he agarrado es la que diosito me dio y quién sabe, dicen. El 0.01% se mantuvo a prudente distancia (¡órale! ¡no salpiquen!). -El 33.71% dice que "perdí el piso" con la crítica al PRD y el veto a "importantes diarios" (?). El 66% dice que nunca he tenido piso alguno, que seguro me desalojaron. El 0.29% no trajo su copia de la boleta predial. -El 26.62% dice que mi pasamontañas ya está muy guango y que enseña TODO. El 73% dice que me suba el cierre del pantalón. El 0.38% fue por unos binoculares. -El 13.64% dice que soy egocentrista. El 86% dice que soy un presumido. El 0.36% cambió de periódico y ahora lee Nexos. -El 99.99999% dice que ya está hasta la madre de encuestas y consultas. El 0.00001% fue al baño, ahorita regresa (ojo: se llevó la hoja de la encuesta, no se vayan a manchar).

Suspense doesn’t always have to be about physical danger. Making the reader worry is a universal concept that can be applied to any story.

Delayed gratification hints that something terrible is going to happen, and then delays the resolution. It’s that interval between the promise of something awful and it actually happening, where suspense resides.

mane,

RIDGE

Most people's car last longer than their marriage. WHY? For instance in Germany, the government made it as a law that before you are qualified to drive a car, you will go to a driving school, learn the theory and practical before getting a license to drive. Same is applicable to your car, it must go to service and maintenance every two years if it is a new one to check if the car is still road worthy. If your car is above five years old then it must go to service every year. So this makes the car last longer. For you to get a driving licence in germany it takes months but for you to take a marriage certificate in Germany it doesn't take two hours. Once you go on the vail, they give you licence which means that they are more concerned about your car on their street than they are about your life in their communities. A lot of people doesn't go to any driving lessons on marriages. So they end up knowing how to drive a car but not learning how to live with someone.

Expanding our vast love in clusters Emerging together as one Accelerating through time Under the influence of gravity BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL By: A. M. FRITH

The cell separation refilling me Over and over with love Reversible magic You are my pure scent We travelled far We travelled deep The rapid changes To unify the internal love BOO: LIFTING |THE VAIL AUTHOR: A. M. FRITH

Your love is magic It began in the summer Your light captured me Your captivating eyes The magic I waited for Your love is transforming me I feel as if I am falling into the eternal Your world is full of wonders Your soul is pure, your mind is clear The bubble of the magic is our creation Do not wake me up from serenity I feel tranquilly enclave Iceland by your side Your love is pure, do not wake me up I breathe pure love, I am alive I feel your breath in mine I meet my soul we are now one I feel cell energy in mine The magnificent flame Evade recaptured, the telepathic moments You touched my soul so deep I belong here with my mirror. The Sphere In the puzzle of life, it all makes sense My mind flies in a million places Every particle in me is vibrating I cannot control it, just let it flow I activate the avalanche in me The strength the circle it all begins At the age of life is where I stand The power of mind, the power of me BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL AUTHOR: A. M. FRITH Available on Amazon

Power of love Your love is power Your love is fire Your love is magic Your love is eternal air Let us dance tonight The last night together Let us capture this moment Encapsulating the end of love BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL AUTHOR: A. M. FRITH Available on Amazon

The Pearl Be the eternal ocean Be consistent and resistant Be thriving and unshakable Be full volume and high vibrations In the dept here I stand My shell is open Exposed identity The path to you is long Book: LIFTING THE VAIL BY: A. M. FRITH

Alien Life The unknown, got better known Cosmos was invaded Milky Way was penetrated We could not kiss, we could not touch Book: LIFTING THE VAIL By: A.M. FRITH

The Future Stop making plans and get creative When love becomes profound Memories fade I want to touch you Reveal yourself, let go of fear Grounded in the present moment The expert planning, the inevitable arrival You came to me in shape and form Your light and voice has guided me BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL By: A. M. FRITH

Happy Feelings Thinking about you it makes me high again I want to make you happy My pain is gone, my wings are strong I am renewed, I dream of you Just like a River that flows into the ocean I am ready and longing My heart is an explosive device Press the release when you are ready BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL BY: A. M. FRITH

Cosmological Gift You are the perfect cosmological gift Indescribable force Gravity separates us It grows into size, then the large expansion comes Was our love too weak to join this force? Old matter disappeared It all vanished to be created again The stronger nuclear love BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL BY: A. M. FRITH

Time and space Like an avalanche Beyond the age of possibilities Too heavy to be seen The super partner spinning and pops into existence I see your reflection Avoiding changes and divergences Love get smaller, we limited with the small mind try to control the flow New phenomena inversely proportional Momentum is all that matters We must let it all change The symmetry was not preserved Look forward and absorb the moment BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL BY: A. M. FRITH

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The Vail The power of inspiration guides me I called in my magic, unlocked my hart I have been held back for too long The veil is thinner, I see the light Pain does not define me anymore I found my power inside me The gifts received while being life student Connected with myself again, I faced my fears, found my faith BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL BY: A. M. FRITH

Your love You make me dream You make me dance You make me smile You make me feel alive The deep affection The deep connexion The deep pleasure BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL By: A. M. FRITH

The New Phase Bounced back into reality There's various multiverse hypothesis It disconnected us, to connect us In my remote Galaxy, I found my star The Milky Way it looks far away The special stars have their own planet Where love is distributed in all directions BOOK: LIFTING THE VAIL Author. A. M. FRITH Amazon

His intertwined understanding informed his professional path; his path informed an industry.

Cahill intended the Telharmonium to transmit music through phone lines to paying subscribers, but the venture failed.

Earlier I mentioned that Newton and Jobs were great synthesizers. Newton brought together planetary astronomy, laws of motion, differential mathematics—ideas developed by others—and synthesized them into a coherent whole the world hadn’t seen. Jobs brought together design, marketing, and technology into a coherent whole, as few others could do. But he was missing a key ingredient. Like Land before him, who brought similar skills together, Jobs had led only as a Moses. Which is why the most valuable gift that Jobs received—from the perspective of Apple product lovers today—was not the financial reward of his Pixar investment. It was seeing the Bush-Vail rules in action. He learned a different model for leading, for how to nurture loonshots and grow franchises while balancing the tensions between the two. That missing ingredient became the key to his third act, when he returned to hardware and revived his previous company—along with the entire American consumer electronics industry.

Each of those visionary leaders created a brilliant loonshot nursery; they achieved Bush-Vail rule #1: phase separation. But they remained judge and jury of new ideas. Unlike Bush and Vail, who saw their role as gardeners tending to the touch and balance between loonshots and franchises, encouraging transfer and exchange, those three master P-type innovators saw themselves as Moses, raising their staffs, anointing the chosen loonshot.

Moses grows all-powerful and anoints loonshots by decree Bush and Vail managed the transfer rather than the technology. They cared for the touch and balance between loonshots and franchises. Land, on the other hand, was the “principal cheerleader and spokesperson” for the Polavision project.

As mentioned earlier, after founding what became Bell Labs, Theodore Vail said that no group “can be either ignored or favored at the expense of the others without unbalancing the whole.” Vannevar Bush, during the Second World War, took every chance he could to emphasize his respect for the military, even as he spent nearly all his time with scientists like himself. Loving your loonshot and franchise groups equally, however, requires overcoming natural preferences. Artists tend to favor artists. Soldiers tend to favor soldiers.

The stories in part one illustrate the first three Bush-Vail rules: 1. Separate the phases • Separate your artists and soldiers • Tailor the tools to the phase • Watch your blind side: nurture both types of loonshots (product and strategy) 2. Create dynamic equilibrium • Love your artists and soldiers equally • Manage the transfer, not the technology: be a gardener, not a Moses • Appoint, and train, project champions to bridge the divide 3. Spread a system mindset • Keep asking why the organization made the choices that it did • Keep asking how the decision-making process can be improved • Identify teams with outcome mindsets, and help them adopt system mindsets