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How To Dress Your Resume For The Job You Want (Not the Skills You Have)
Before settling into my career as a professional college essay advisor and part-time acrobat (one of those things might not be true), I was pretty much a...

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I just want to say that the “Supergirl is the second most popular show on The CW” and the “actually The CW doesn’t care about ratings bc it’s a special kind of network” arguments are…. kind of very contradictory and show that nobody–not even The CW–knows how they’re trying to market their shows and what their definition of success is. So tbh both of those arguments suck and if they’re the only defense against 99% of critics and fans agreeing that an aspect of a show sucks maybe like…. think about why you have nothing else to say? Maybe it’s bc there is no real defense??

SHARING: The Key To Social Success.

Due to social media outreach and consumerization, we are now exposed to more information than we were ever before. And sifting through this massive load of information and reaching out to the target audience is not a child’s play for the brands.  The brands yearning for engagement on different social media channels can tell how rigorous social media can be for them at times. It gets dirtier as you delve more and more into the social catharsis.  But as rightly said: if there’s a will, there’s a way.

The key to social media success is ‘Sharing’

Sharing or content curation is an essential part of social networking.  It is one of the pillars of social media. It helps promote and disseminate marketing marketing message to the target audience, while increasing the reach and recognition of the brand. With that said, if you are not sharing your content effectively on social media or if you are not creating content that people would want to share, you’re doing it wrong and you’re doing it in vain.

Don’t worry if content sharing sounds tricky for you, below are some tactics that will help you gain more exposure and garner more engagement by making your content more shareable.  

1. Keep Your Content ‘Simple’

 Simple content is easier to read and comprehend. Thus, it grabs people’s attention more quickly and makes it more likely to engage them in sharing.

  2. Strike Visual Appeal

Visual is viral. Visual information not just gets processed more quickly but visuals are also loved and appreciated by social media algorithms. For instance, Facebook recently announced a shift towards videos. 

3. Invoke Sentiments

This is perhaps the most important aspect of a social interaction. Not just keep your content relevant to your target audience but also make sure you built a emotional connection between the brand and reader.

4. Use Hasshags, Get Searchable

Social Media thrives due to real time content. It is about being found by people, and frequently, and inspiring them to connect within a short attention span. The more easily people are able to find you, the more engagement you’ll get. Therefore, hashtags are must. Follow relevant hashtags and post content under hashtags that are being searched often.

5. Tell Stories

Tell stories that people can relate to. Storytelling is the newest popular phenomenon on social media. It is said to have more engagement because people love to hear and share human side of brand and their stories.

6. Create Your Own Story 

Real brands build a connection with their consumers, both emotional and behavioral. And to build that connection, there’s nothing better than telling them your own brand story. Tell them what you believe in, let them buy your vision and win their trust through human interactions.

7. Understand Social

Understand the latest happenings on social media. Know who your target audience is, where they are and how they prefer to connect. Reflect these findings into your social content.

8. Evaluate and Grow

Once you have found a formula that works for you, implement it. But since social media is continuously evolving, it is important to evaluate and learn from different interactions. Evaluate your marketing strategy at least once in a quarter, know your strengths and weaknesses, and adapt to improve.

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You, Me & Our Precious Baby (1/2)

Pairing: Haruki x Isuke

Words: ~5400

Summary: Raising a child is an adventure no one can ever be fully prepared for, and that is what Haruki and Isuke will soon find out for themselves. Part I.

Tags: Future AU, Family, Humor, some self-indulgent cheesy crap 

Note: Fluff for your soul because I love you guys 

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anothermatterramblings  asked:

I would first like to say that your blog is an inspiration! I'm an art history student and I am in love with my major. I really want to apply to graduate school but I keep running into articles that literally make graduate school seem like a horror movie, full of snobbish people, no friends and no passion. What was your experiance like? I am very open about my future job placement, not just teaching, and I am not into the elitist thing. Do you there is hope for a student like me?

Your concerns hit a central nerve of academe, so I took a bit longer than I anticipated in crafting a reply to this. The question of elitism and the academic experience in general is something that academics seem to be working through a lot lately in online articles and blog posts, as can often be seen online at the ChronicleVitae, and Inside HigherEd. Despite dissemination of such articles on what should be open minded online platforms, tension often boils beneath the surface when fellow academics respond to their peers.

Let me start by saying this: if you truly want (and can commit to) a graduate degree, then apply!  Although horror stories do happen, they are by no means indicative of anything that could or will be your graduate experience. The fear of encountering and/or experiencing elitism is also not a good reason to not apply because unfortunately, you will encounter elitism (whether subtle or not) at some point during your academic career. Coming into contact with elitist individual(s) or department(s) does not mean that this encounter will necessarily affect you personally, academically, or professionally – but it certainly could, so it is important to consider how you would handle this type of situation. I speak broadly here because the “elite” exists in academia at so many levels.

I’ll segue here into my experience. Applying to grad school was one of the most torturous experiences of my life because of the uncertainty of the whole process. When I was offered admission, there was no doubt in my mind that what I felt I was made for was finally coming to fruition. My world came crashing down on me in my final semester of coursework. The details are not something that I would ever put in writing on a public forum, but to me (there are two sides to every story), I experienced elitism that amounted to the death sentence of my academic career. That might sound dramatic, but that’s how it did and sometimes still seems. I have never experienced such intense anguish; I was completely and utterly destroyed emotionally, which translated to me almost giving up on finishing what I started. (This was not the ideal way to cope, but I just didn’t care.) Luckily, I have an incredible family and academic mentors who sat me down and asked me what the hell was going on and helped me regain my sense of self. I had so much passion for art history that the idea that I wouldn’t get to achieve the academic dreams I had for myself almost ruined me. My passion for my field is still there… now I’m just trying to be more creative with how I make an impact.

I say all this not to scare you, but to simply give you an honest answer to your question. Talking about the emotional toll of academia often seems like a sign of weakness and is thus something no one seems to want to address. This is why I am so adamant about being transparent.

I think the question of passion is something unique to each individual and each program. It’s a funny thing, because yourself and your peers might be passionate about your individual research but be completely disinterested in the research required of the various required courses you’d take. No doubt there are grad students out there who consistently struggle with what on earth they’re doing there or those who are a decade in to a doctoral program with no defense date in sight… These are difficult situations to navigate for the students experiencing them, so while you should listen and be kind, you don’t have to take on someone else’s pessimism or existential crisis. Focus on your passions, your goals, and your interests – stand by them firmly, because you never know when a professor might push their own (research) interests onto the work you want to do or the career you want to have.

It’s good that you are flexible about your future career. I encourage you to make a list of the types jobs you’re interested in outside of teaching (which requires at least an M.A. at the community college level and at least ABD or a Ph.D. at the university level, depending) and check job listings to see what level of education & what type of experience are required. This might help you as you decide whether to apply to M.A. or Ph.D. programs, and it would be a good thing to your potential advisors and in your statement of purpose. When you enter a program, have an idea in mind regarding your career options and have a sense of what you need to do to get there (i.e., what your C.V. or resume will need to look like by the time you are on the job market).  

I often feel like art historians are invested in their own brand of modern self-fashioning. Some see self-fashioning as inherently elitist; others see it as an integral part in forming a career. It can be both or neither…  It seems that how you present yourself on social networks (such as and online generally has become an important factor in defining who you are to your peers - and, some daresay, securing success. Despite the digital age, your C.V. remains the most important tool of self-fashioning: Who (and what program) trained you, and how has that shaped the work that you do? What sort of fellowships or accolades have you been awarded? How often do you publish your work via codified means (peer-reviewed journals, exhibition catalogues, anthologies, monographs)? The list goes on. Your goals will affect what your graduate experience is and how your time there plays out on paper.

As far as a social life goes, every grad program is different, but typically there shouldn’t be any reason why you wouldn’t make friends with your cohort. Having friends within your department may be more difficult in an extremely competitive program due to the nature of competition, but my generalization here is certainly not the rule, either. I was fortunate enough to be in a graduate program where my cohort and I were all good friends and mutually supportive of each other’s goals and interests. The best way to tell what a program’s social experience might be like for you is to visit programs and talk to current students, especially your prospective advisor(s) students. I can’t stress this enough. . Many grad students have said that they were saved from years of academic and/or social unhappiness by visiting potential programs, and talking to current students and professors. If you can’t afford to visit programs before you apply, then initiate email or phone conversations with current grad students and professors. Hopefully the program(s) you apply to will have funds to assist you with visiting costs once you have been accepted.

Thank you for asking such an important question, and thanks for listening to my response. I hope this helps, and as always, please keep me posted on your adventures!

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How The Experts Utilize Web marketing Today
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Knowing what your competitors is vital part of web marketing.

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Although it might seem simple to promote your website utilizing software application that crawls the web and fires off comments and emails, it constantly winds up drawing unfavorable comments towards you website and it never ends well. By cannot include personal touch points in your advertisements, it can turn people away.

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019. You're Famous


It had started off as a joke, The Soroity Girl Cooking Show. Throughout college you had been the only one your roommates in both your dorm and later rented bungalow who could cook. You had a knack for shopping sales of all kinds and cooking really great and filling meals. It probably came from being raised by two parents who worked very hard. After school, you had three choices: starve, dine on pizza pops and cereal, or learn how to cook. Soon, your place became known throughout your faculty as the place to go for a good meal and you were often serving up to guests who would stop by to study or just chill. One guy who came by a lot to be fed, James O’Leary, was the son of a successful television producer and he pitched the show to his dad and before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to your English degree and hello to the Food Network. The show was an absolute success after your sixth first season episode where you made New England Pasta Bake as the main dish. After that, you were no longer just a nine pm time slot on Thursday. You weren’t just the charming girl in a red apron teaching college kids away from home how to cook, you were reaching all kinds of markets and even garnishing some serious fan mail.

After an exhausting day of heavy press followed by an energetic night show, Niall was lying in bed with a tray of room service and cold beer and mindlessly flipping through the channels. He wanted to watch Top Gear, but had missed the last replay of the night and was now just looking for anything to zone him out until he could fall asleep.The Sorority Girl Cooking Show sounded incredibly erotic to him and he didn’t have to order it. The title suggested it would involve food and a hot girl, the Irish man was sold. He took a huge first bite of his steak sandwich and laid down further in the sheets to tune in. You were already fifteen minutes in and now rolling up cold meat into perfect balls with your bare hands, freshly manicured as they always were before a taping.  With steak sauce sliding out of the left corner of his mouth, Niall was staring at the screen – hooked like millions of other viewers. He wasn’t sure what looked better, the lamb meatballs that were finished and fresh from the oven in the tray beside you or the smile you flashed at the camera when cracking a tiny joke.

Throughout the rest of the tour, the boys and some of the crew members would harmlessly tease Niall about his crush on you. They saw him watching the show on his laptop on the bus or tuning in and trying to cook along with you. The boys never complained because they were getting fed (sometimes well), but they couldn’t help but poke fun at him. When they arrived for their first in California, where you filmed the show, Louis thought it would be funny to take him to a taping of the show. However, your producer thought it would be even better to have the two of them assist you in cooking the day’s meals: whiskey chicken drummers for appetizers, tex mex pot pies for dinner, and apple pie sundaes (which Niall had already seen on your website and since then dreamed about you serving them to him in nothing, but your red apron).

The taping had gone over swimmingly, the studio audience laughing more at Louis’s constant joke cracking than they applauded the announcement your first cookbook,Babe on a Budget, would be hitting stores next week but they were all getting advanced signed copies. You sat in your dressing room, heels already off and your comfy pair of Keds were on. You reached behind your back to start to untie your apron, waiting for the hair stylist to come in and pull out all the bobby pins she had slid up in there when there was a knock on your open dressing room door. Your eyes shifted to the side anxiously, surprised to see Niall leaning on the door’s frame.

Just do it, mate!” You heard Louis hiss, but you couldn’t actually see him. It caused you to laugh though especially once you noted how cheesed it made Niall look, his eyes rolling back and nose hiking upward with irritation.

“Hey, you did great today.” Standing up out of your chair, you grinned kindly at the blond boy, forgetting all about your apron as you invited him in with a wave of your hand. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah. Surprised I didn’t burn down the place.” He chuckled, nervously staring at his shoes for a moment as he stepped in closer. You sat on the arm of the small leather couch in your room, crossing your arms over your chest while still smiling at him. Niall kept looking at you only to avert his gaze. This was the smile he been hooked on for weeks now and he founded it far more enticing in person. He thought that, maybe, meeting you would ruin the show for him, that he would lose interest, but it had done the opposite and now he just wanted to be on the show, cooking beside you every day in his own red apron. “Sorry about cursing so much. I’m not used to all the kitchen gadgets and stuff.” He chuckled, but you just laughed it off. While you knew the boys (like all guests) were instructed to watch their language, it couldn’t be helped sometimes. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it.

“It happens. That’s why we we’re not a live show.” The idea of a live show absolutely terrified you. It was always pitched around in production meetings, doing a live show for a special holiday, but you were completely against the idea. “You must find it hard in your own shows.” You chuckled lightly, tilting your head to the side and feeling some of your hair fall over your shoulders.

“I’m getting better.” He said proudly, finally holding eye contact with you and not trying to hide how rosy his cheeks had become since entering your dressing room.

“So, is there something I can help you with? Do you need Donald for anything?” He was the producer; you were just the face of the show.

“No. I was looking for you.”

“Oh. That’s a first.” Grinning, you told him and stood up from the couch to be of better service to him. “Everyone always wants Donald. What can I do you for?”

“Well, we’re going to be in California for a little bit, a little over a week, and I know you’re busy with the show, I’m busy too,” He babbled, his hand gestures ranging from pressing a palm to his chest and then  pointing right at you with both index fingers.

Niall!” Louis hissed again from out in the hallway, causing Niall to blush a shade of red that did not suit him, it was scarlet and painting his entire face like he had just eaten too many spicy peppers. You had seen the face before.

“Are you asking if I’d cook meals for you guys while you’re here?” It didn’t seem farfetched to you, people had asked for you specifically to prepare them meals since the show started. Kelly Clarkson’s people were still emailing you to come down to Texas and prepare her and her family another feast after you catered a party for her and her crew when she had come to town.

“No. Well, you definitely can. I could eat those apple pie sundaes every day, but I was really asking if you would want to get together. You could show me around, maybe, I don’t know much about California despite coming here a bunch of times.” He looked up, his face turning from red to as pink as the inside of a medium well steak. Niall slid his hands into the pocket of his jeans and crossed his fingers once they were inside.

“Ooooh.”You held your lips in the shape of a lowercase ‘o’, dragging the noise on as you tried to wrap your mind around one fifth of the world’s hottest band asking you to show him around town.  Judging by how nervous his face showed him to be, you knew it was not just someone looking for a friend. Besides, he had four friends by his side and in a bus with him everywhere he went. He didn’t need any more friends or wannabe friends. Niall had done his research. There was nothing on the internet claiming that you had a boyfriend or anything, but the sound coming from your voice had his stomach in tight knots. Maybe you just weren’t interested. Maybe you found him gross. “Are you sure?” You asked and then immediately knew you shouldn’t have. “I just mean, you are who you are….”

“I know what you mean.” Niall nodded and understood completely. You didn’t have to say it out loud. Cameras and screaming girls were deal breakers for a lot of people. They were every day in his life and even he found it uncomfortable so he could fathom someone who wasn’t used to them being skeptical.  “But you are who you are, too.” While Niall’s life had been in the fast lane for the last three years, you weren’t exactly a nobody yourself. Your fan bases looked different, but you still had one. People recognized you in the supermarket and at the doctor’s office. He could at least offer you some support while your life changed. He knew better than anyone what fame was like. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. Thank you for having us.” Niall uncrossed his fingers and curled his hands into fists before turning around to drag his feet out of the room. He felt like a real idiot, embarrassed for putting himself out there. He was the single one and girls wanted him everywhere, he hadn’t been ready for the rejection.

“Oh, come on, [Y/N]!” Once more, Louis hissed like an angry street drunk outside of your dressing room. You could just picture his face shaking in disappointment at how the exchange between yourself and Niall went. All you could do was chuckle though (and roll your eyes like Niall did).

“Niall!” Rushing out of the room, you shot your head out the door just as the hair stylist was coming in to assist you. He was barely out the door, so he spun around and your faces nearly swiped one another’s. “I’d love to spend some time with you while you’re in town. I already know where I’d like to take you first.” Smiling the smile you wore on the side of buses and on a billboard in front of The W Hotel, you told him.

“You don’t have to.” Niall was finally grinning again, his face free of shame for a moment. “I don’t want you to just do it because…”

“I want to.” Assuring him, you spoke a little softer. “Wear running shoes, we’re going for a hike.” You weren’t going to be cooking for anyone on a first date.

HARRY:  You never got sick before your own appearances or events, only when it came to Harry’s. Your stomach would become home to the most hyperactive butterflies and, you swore, they were armed with machetes and machine guns to keep you feeling particularly uneasy.  When the sitcom you played the sarcastic misunderstood teenage daughter on was nominated for its first round of Emmy’s last year, Harry accompanied you on the red carpet and to the ceremony. You were fine. Your dress cost more than you were worth dead and the jeweler warned you of what Hell was in store for you if you lost an earring or broke the bracelet, but you still didn’t sweat in the slightest. It was your night and you had the time of your life. However, when it was an event where you were the date and Harry was the guest, you always felt like you were about to be violently ill.

Doing up his cufflinks on the dress shirt that his stylist had laid out for him along with other options, Harry leaned against the closed washroom door and called in for you. The makeup artist had left a half hour ago and the town car was already waiting downstairs, Harry was worried that you weren’t already out with your heels on and ready to head out. He wasn’t as glitzy as he seemed. Red carpet events were not the be all end all to him, but this was the London premier of the Keith Richards documentary he helped fund and make happen. He was mostly just looking forward to celebrating the project and seeing old friends again.  Harry didn’t care what anyone had on or how they looked, as long as the night was a success.

“Are you alright, [Y/N]? The car is waiting and traffic is a mess.” It was always a mess in London, but Harry hoped that would make you come out quicker.

“I’m fine.” Holding a hand mirror behind your head while you squinted furiously into the bathroom mirror, you replied. You had been studying your low side bun ever since the makeup artist left you, your eyes smoky as Harry always liked them. It seemed like as soon as he saw the dark gray shades smudged over your lids, he forgot about everything and just wanted to keep you to himself all night, bent over a kitchen counter or underneath him on top of helplessly tangled bed sheets. As you put down the hand mirror down on the counter, you straightened out your strapless turquoise dress over your body with both your free hands. Harry’s fans were critical. They had an opinion to share on everything and, when it came to you, they were rarely positive remarks. Even tabloids didn’t understand how the mega star was wrapped up in a television supporting actress. You tried to let it go in one ear and out the other, Harry always urged you to ignore all the extra noise, but it was easier said than done. So, tonight, you wanted to look as good as you could. Fans would be there by the hundreds to see your boyfriend and cameras for every website, magazine, and television station across the globe would show up with flashing bulbs. Sighing, you picked up your clutch from where it was waiting next to the sink and turned to leave, but the bathroom door flew open and Harry was revealed.

“What’s taking you?” He asked, sounding a mixture of concerned and annoyed. “I never think you can look any more beautiful and then…wow….” He changed his tune completely, looking you over from your pedicured toes that peeked out underneath the skirt of your dress to the few hairs that were falling purposefully out of your finished hair. “I don’t even know if I want to go now.” He bit his bottom lip and purred at you, walking closer to put his hands on both your sides and steal a kiss. “You’re stunning. It’s no wonder Teen Vogue wants you on the cover for September.” He smirked and kissed you again. You had got the call that morning while you were still lying in bed and wishing the sun hadn’t screamed its way through the curtains. It was your first cover and you couldn’t have been more excited for the shoot.

“Harry, I’m so nervous for tonight.” You admitted quietly, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment and taking a look at you both in the bathroom mirror. While fans were warning you not to break his heart and claiming you two weren’t real, you understood in that moment why some blogs thought you two were cute together. With his hands on your hips and your head the shoulder of his dress shirt, you thought the two of you did look quite sweet. You would never feel good enough for Harry, but you were thrilled he thought otherwise.

“Why?” He laughed. “I’m nervous! I need you to be the rock.” He laughed. It wasn’t as if the Rolling Stones were some well-kept British secret. There had been plenty of rock docs made about them, but Harry still wanted this one to be the best reviewed. Critics were always hard on him due to his boy band roots. “Why are you nervous, hun?”

“I’m always nervous when it comes to your fans. When those girls came up for a picture while we were in line at Wendy’s last week, I nearly had a panic attack. They have the most judgmental eyes, you know, and they all have Twitters!” One of the girls had eyed you like you two were longtime sworn enemies, but the other had asked for a picture with you two and told you that she was a big fan of Split-Level  the family sitcom you were on.

“You need to get a Twitter.” Harry hugged you closer, knowing full well that being his girlfriend hadn’t been a smooth transition for you. You were fine when it was the two of you or your close friends, but when you were outside for the world to judge, it was much harder. “Because if they heard your weird thoughts after midnight like I do, they would absolutely love you.” He kissed you once more, even though you were in the middle of laughing.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s go, babe. I dare someone to not like you in this dress.” He curled his fingers between yours and led you out of the bathroom, eager to get a start on the night he had been waiting for for a while.

LIAM: Liam listened to his best friends, his four band mates talk about their own relationships, he listened to their girlfriends fret and whine over being tied to the biggest names in music and having their every move criticized. There was a time where he empathized with the guys only, knowing how they felt guilty or how frustrating keeping a personal life private could be. He experienced it with his own relationships in the past. However, now that he was dating you, the guys just didn’t understand. He was like one of their girlfriends now, his every move commented on, and feeling judged every time he stepped foot in different arena. He found himself texting Eleanor every day, feeling like an idiot for something he said to an interviewer at one of your matches or telling her something an elderly couple told him about tennis stars while he watched in the stands. Liam had thought that any girl would be lucky to be with him. He was kind, wealthy, good looking, and heavily emotional, but with you, he felt like a second string. You had become the highest paid athlete last year, the first female, and pictures of you with your racket and in your Stella McCartney tennis dresses were in every airport he walked through. He loved you, but he wondered what the Hell it was you saw in him. He worked hard, but not nearly as hard as you did at practices and in the gym.

That was where you two had met, in a gym, and he had been blown away by your stamina. He was fresh from a breakup at the time and couldn’t help, but let his dirty mind have the best of him. He watched you lifting weights in your black yoga shorts and red Nike sports bra and just imagined it being the two of you in the gym. His mind pictured you straddled on his lap on the pec-fly machine, pulling out your ponytail and using his body like a jungle gym. So, he went over and drummed up conversation, telling you about his workouts while he was on tour, what protein shakes he preferred, and commenting on the interview you had done on Oprah’s Next Chapter that he had watched with his Mom. He thought he would charm you, but the tables turned when you turned him down for his dinner offer. When he finally got your number through publicists, you rarely returned his texts. It took Liam three months and a lot of frustration to actually line up a meal with you, a lunch in San Francisco while you were there for a children suffering from obesity event. You asked him to lend his time to it and he said he only would if you had dinner with him, but you had managed to talk him down to a lunch at a little Mexican place you were fond of. That was half a year ago and now he was no longer Liam of One Direction, but Liam [Y/N]’s boyfriend.

“Man, that was intense!” You breathed out, slowing down from your jog as you stepped around a final rock and reached your destination at the top of the trail. You didn’t even take notice of the view yet, you held your hands on your hips as your toned stomach moved in and out rapidly, and waited for Liam to join you, and he was only a handful of steps behind. Quickly, you checked the time on your watch and calculated how long it took you, not at all satisfied with the results.

“Get that look out of your eyes.” Panting, Liam managed to say as he grabbed hold of his knees, feeling them wobble, as he came to a stop right beside you. “The fact that we finished that at all is impressive. Now I understand why it’s called ‘Madman’s Mountain’.” Sweat beads dropped from his forehead and landed on the rocks below his feet, but he couldn’t even be asked to wipe at his face. He was completely spent. You two were two of the most in shape people you knew of, but you were both hoping that a helicopter could pick you up instead of having to take the trail down again. Even thinking about driving home seemed painfully exhausting to Liam.

“Yeah.” He was right and you knew it, but you didn’t get at the level you were from being happy with average results. “Thank you for joining me.” You sat down on ground, turning around and staring out at the tree tops that spread out around you, shades of green you didn’t know existed surrounded you and showed little sign of stopping. It really was a beautiful sight to behold and, suddenly, all your hard work felt worth it. You took a long sip from your water bottle and reached your arm out to hand it to Liam, just in case he was out of water himself. You had noticed him pouring a lot over his face twice on the trek. “This is gorgeous. Totally worth it.” You exhaled, your breath finally normal, as you dined on the view.

“I don’t know if it’s worth it, but it is stunning.” Still trying to steady his heart, Liam said while sitting down next to you. He drank from your water bottle and reached into his shorts for his cell phone to snap a picture of where you two were. “It is nice to be away from everything though. It’s seriously just you and I up here.” That was why Liam had agreed to the hike. You two loved being active together, dog parks and gym dates made up your romantic calendar, but he had heard enough horror stories about Madman Mountain to be hesitant. However, knowing that there was no paparazzi alive in good enough physical form to make the hike up there for a photo of you two, he agreed. He just wanted a moment with you where he didn’t have the world watching, where the only people in the relationship mattered.

LOUIS:  Some people grew up on Disney, some people were raised on Rock and Roll music, but you had been pretty much nurtured amongst comedians. Your mother was an agent and booked the freshest funny talent, some people said she knew whether someone was bankable or not within five minutes of them coming into her office for a meeting. She always told you that you had a gift with impeccable timing and your knack for weaving bizarre stories. You grew up around funny people who were in the midst of perfecting their craft, meeting them right before they took off and absorbing what you could from their learning experience. They always gave you their favorite comedy movies or albums as a gift and you soaked it up the way you should have been soaking up flashcards and notes for your school exams. At sixteen, you performed your first amateur night, sneaking in on a Thursday when you should have been sleeping in your own bed. The crowd might as well have been crickets, but it didn’t discourage you. You were just more driven than before and, by the time, you were old enough to actually be in the clubs, you had a pretty solid set. Now, you were in demand. You were on your first tour, your first comedy special just filmed, and you were being hired to write for a few different comedy movies with actors that you had idolized since you were eye high to a pig’s thigh.

“I’m so jealous!” Louis cried to you on the phone. You could just picture him, grabbing at his hair and his eyes dilating wider than usual. “You’re getting ready to go for dinner with Christopher Walken and I can’t come. Man, I actually feel my insides turning green.” He explained.

“Well, you could come. You know you could.” While you zipped up your tall leather boots, you reminded him.

Were you in love with Louis? Hopelessly.  Was Louis happy with you? Without question. Were you two out in the open? Not even slightly. There wasn’t even speculation about it. In fact, you were pretty sure most of the world thought he was still with Eleanor. It bothered you half of the time and the rest of the time you understood. You and Louis had met on Red Nose Day. You performed a quick fifteen minute set and then, backstage, James Corden had introduced you to Louis, Eleanor, Liam, and Niall. All four of them had sore sides from your set and were eager for the chance to meet you. Eleanor even tweeted a picture of you, her, and Louis together (captioning it: with two of the funniest people I know). In fact, you quite liked Eleanor and when One Direction was performing, you sat with her in the green room and talked fashion and what it was like to be with someone as famous as Louis Tomlinson. At the time, you hadn’t expected that you and Louis would become fast friends. He came to some of your smaller venues, sometimes with Eleanor and other times with friends, and you would spend time with him afterwards at a bar or up at a hotel pool. Neither of you made a move on one another until after he and Eleanor had broken up. He kissed you for the first time after your comedy special had been taped, backstage right before your mother popped a bottle of champagne in celebration. It completely caught you by surprise, but you didn’t think twice before kissing back. You two had decided that night that if you were going to see one another as more than friends to keep it to yourselves for now. It was out of respect for Eleanor and to keep from becoming tabloid targets or upsetting anyone. It was fine, too. You liked quiet nights in your apartment with Louis with takeout food and a cult classic movie. It was times like this when your world was on fire and he wasn’t there to enjoy it with you that you were disappointed. It had only been a month, but you were beginning to have enough of the hiding.

“You were the one that wanted to wait, babe.” Louis reminded you, his voice soft as freshly fallen snow, but far warmer.

“I know. It’s hard than I thought.” You giggled at yourself, looking down at the toes of your shoes as they shone up at you. “Maybe, I should call Eleanor…talk to her…”

“Don’t you think I should call first?” He asked, not wanting to put you in an awkward position. Besides, he still loved his ex very much and didn’t want to hurt her in any way. She would always be a very important person to him. “I think I should call her first.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You weren’t sure; you had never found yourself in this situation before. While you had had boyfriends before, it wasn’t ever a relationship you were invested in like this one. “Well, at least I’m bound to get some material out of this.”

Louis burst out laughing on the other end of the phone, rolling his eyes as he calmed down.

“I like that you’re looking on the bright side, babe. Love you. Call me after your dinner tonight and let me know how perfect Christopher Walken is in person.”

ZAYN: Being famous had never been on your list of things to do. And you had a list of things to do. Your dad told you that you were born ambition, practically trying to be the first baby to walk out of the womb. Of course, he was exaggerating but it was still a story that you liked being told. While some people love material items and the idea of being worshiped like a mantelpiece, you were taken by things that bared heavier weight. Intellect, creativity, interest, and hard work. You didn’t think twice about pursuing Zayn Malik because he had all four of those qualities and you hoped, deeply but secretly, that he found all four of those things and a little bit more in you. It had been a fluke that the two of you met. One Direction had such a busy schedule that you didn’t think they would show up to a charity event as small as trying to save a historic library in South London, but he came, representing Bradford, and you had the chance to have a quick chat with him in the reference section while your knees knocked together below your white cocktail dress. When he asked what you did, you were truthful, a journalism student. He didn’t need to know you were writing a book, the first of what you hoped would branch into a series. Your best friend and parents didn’t even know that that was why you were so sleep deprieved, you were up late banging out paragraph upon paragraph on your laptop, lost in the fictional world you had wanted to create for a long time.

Tonight, a whole year later, you were standing on the balcony of your Maida Vale apartment, glancing over your shoulder to try and see the time on the clock inside, but when you looked, you saw Zayn watching you behind the screen.

“Are you not going to be sleeping tonight?” He was long since used to your insomniac tendencies, but he did think tonight was particularly cuter than the rest. His tattoos were mostly revealed as he sat shirtless, wearing only his black sweatpants. He slid the screen door to the side and joined you on the concrete, closing it with one hand behind his back. “Are you nervous? There’s no turning back now. There’s already been articles published and twelve hundred pre-orders.” He reminded you, your heart instantly beating faster. You leaned your backside against his chest and reached up to wrap both arms behind his neck.

“It’s just all happening. Tomorrow, well, today, I’m going to have a book on the shelves.”

“A book New York Times has already called ‘a modern day classic’.” Usually, he quoted about how they said you were a creative voice that your generation should read, but this one was just as reassuring to hear.

“How can I sleep when everything I wanted is about to come true? I don’t want to miss anything.” Quietly, you squealed, his hands clasped in front of you around your middle.

“You’d rather stand out here and get hypothermia?” He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear.

“It’s not that cold.” You shrugged, feeling a kiss placed upon the top of your head, right behind your messy bun. “I just want to know exactly what the world looked like when it all happened.”

“It looks like you with a funny little bun on your head,” He spoke, squeezing it with one hand and then gliding it back down to where his other hand was on your stomach. “Me, underdressed and freezing, and a whole lot of concrete and brick walls.” He laughed as your view really was just roof top after roof top.

“I’m just excited, Zayn.” Finally, you turned around to face him, your hands sliding up his back in a little attempt to warm him up.

He laughed and kissed your nose, pulling you closer and using your bun for a chin rest.

“I remember the night before our first album came up, I couldn’t sleep either. So, I’ll stay up with you.” He promised with a smile, as proud of you as you were of him. You really did feel like you could have it all together.


I decided to do a little breakdown of the views on episodes of Carmilla compared to the ongoing Pemberly Digital series.

We all know that Pemberly Digital is pretty much the gold standard when it comes to classic literature-based webseries because they pretty much established the genre with The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. Their newest series, Frankenstein, MD is currently being distributed by PBS and has the production values to prove it, as well as actors that have been in enough stuff to have IMDB pages. FMD updates on Tuesdays and Fridays, so I figured for the sake of this, I would use the most recent Tuesday update of both it, and our beloved little Carmilla series, which has achieved most of its views via word of mouth.

See the views? Uh huh. Now, this could mean a variety of things. One could be that episode 20 of Carmilla is her big backstory episode, which leads to a greater rewatch factor than episode 17 of FMD, which wasn’t particularly noteworthy. HOWEVER, let’s go back another week, okay?

The difference in views isn’t quite as big for the episodes that aired on September 30, 2014 but with the context of the episodes taken into consideration, it still says quite a lot. Episode 18 of Carmilla does not actually further the plot in any significant way (though it is a funny episode). Meanwhile, episode 15 of Frankenstein, MD was the eagerly anticipated episode when Victoria brings her creation to life. I’d say that would bring in some extra numbers, no? And yet, Carmilla has it beat by a couple hundred views.

“But Ellie, episode 1 of Frankenstein, MD has like twice the views of episode 1 of Carmilla!”

Yes. Yes, it does. However, when considering the success of a show, any TV broadcasting network will always look at the consistency of ratings of subsequent episodes, rather than just how many tuned in for the pilot (Also, it should be noted that Frankenstein MD’s first three episodes benefited from advertisement such as sponsored posts on Tumblr).

Based on the weekly breakdown of recent episode views, as well as online fandom presence, Carmilla is by far the more successful (and marketable, when it comes to licensed merchandise) series. Not too shabby when you have a low-budget Canadian production up against the well-established Pemberly Digital.

Is Network Marketing Just a Scam?

How do you know when something is either legal and legitimate when being recruited into network marketing deals?

To help you understand what network marketing is, I must first explain what it isn’t. First, network marketing isn’t a pyramid scheme. Pyramids are programs similar to chain letters where people just invest money based on the promise that other people will put in money that will filtrate back to them and somehow, they’ll get rich. A pyramid is strictly a money game and has no basis in real commerce. Normally, there’s no product involved at all, just money changing hands. Modern-day pyramids may have a product, but it’s clearly there just to disguise the money game.

Network marketing is a legitimate business. First, it’s based on providing people with real, legitimate products they need and want at a fair price. While some people do make a lot of money through network marketing, their financial benefit is always the result of their own dedicated efforts in building an organization that sells real products and services.

Pyramids are illegal and are based on taking advantage of people. For a person to actually make money in a pyramid scheme, someone else has to lose money. But in network marketing, each person can multiply his or her efforts, skills and talents by helping others be successful. Network marketing has proved itself as part of the new economy and a preferred way to do business here and around the world.

Network marketing isn’t about taking advantage of your friends and relatives. Only a few years ago, network marketing meant retailing to, and sponsoring people from, your “warm list” of prospects. Although sharing the products or services and the opportunity with people you know is still the basic foundation of the business, today we see more people using sophisticated marketing techniques such as the Internet, conference calling and other long-distance sponsoring techniques to extend their network across the country.

Network marketing isn’t a get-rich-quick scheme. Of course some people do make large amounts of money very quickly. Many would say those people are lucky. But success in networking isn’t based on luck. (Unfortunately, money won’t sprout wings and fly into your bank account no matter what someone has promised you.) Success in network marketing is based on following some very basic yet dynamic principles.

Now let’s discuss what network marketing is. Network marketing is a serious business for serious people. It’s a proven system where the design, creation and expense the corporate team has gone through becomes a road map for your own success. Just follow the simple, proven and duplicable system that the good companies provide.

The real key is this: Network marketing is all about leverage. You can leverage your time and increase the number of hours of work effort on which you can be paid by sponsoring other people and earning a small income on their efforts. J. Paul Getty, who created one of the world’s greatest fortunes, said “I would rather make 1 percent on the efforts of 100 people than 100 percent on my own efforts.” This very basic concept is the cornerstone of network marketing.

For example, most successful people building a network marketing business do so in an organized method. They work a few dedicated hours each week, with each hour of effort serving as a building block for their long-term business growth. Then they sponsor other people and teach those people how to sell the company product and sponsor others who duplicate the process.

By helping the people you personally sponsor to sponsor others, you duplicate yourself. As this process continues, you create compound growth that can lead to hundreds or even thousands of people coming into your business. You leverage your time by helping others be successful and earn an income from all their efforts.

With network marketing, there are no big capital requirements, no geographical limitations, no minimum quotas required and no special education or skills needed. Network marketing is a low-overhead, homebased business that can actually offer many of the tax advantages associated with owning your own business. Network marketing is a people-to-people business that can significantly expand your circle of friends. It’s a business that enables you to travel and have fun as well as enjoy the lifestyle that extra income can provide.

Over the past few months while being involved in a myriad of technology projects, I must admit to a certain growing fascination in following stories about Taylor Swift. It began when I observed on the sidelines how deftly she and her social media machine slowly built up the hype over the release of her new album, 1989. I watched in growing respect at the professionalism with which it was accomplished, and in admiration as to the continuous positive vibes it created. Negativity or any sort of climbing on the shoulders of others was simply not present. In a method bordering on brilliant and with a social media plan which spoke of near genius, Taylor Swift manipulated the marketing and public relations surrounding that release. Watching the growing excitement was a testament to the art form which she has brought to marketing and the marriage of it technology in our age.

What left me in awe was that none of this stopped with the release of the album. Taylor Swift did not vanish from the public eye for a well-deserved rest. She continued to appear in the press in various seemingly non-related music endeavors, all which brought her name, respectability and professionalism to higher levels. I began to realize I was watching technology and marketing reach a highly sophisticated realm — and it was done in actual good taste, positive reinforcement and by applying the most important rules of marketing and technology to the Taylor Swift “brand.” She may be all of 25, (I have children older than she is), but Taylor Swift is an example par-excellence of how the correct marriage of modern social networking, technology and marketing can bring success to a brand.

—  Ted Gross