Funny Motivational Speaker Kay Frances | Stress Speaker | Funny Keynote Speaker | Peak Performance 

Agent Kay Cat hair? Okay, one more comment... Decades ago I was talking with a researcher at Laurance Livermore Laboratories. I had sent some deuterated polymer thread for her to test the implosion of a thermonuclear detonation (*). She would wind the thread around a pellet, and the pellet was launched into the focus of a dozen lasers. Um, I misspeak; one laser is divided into a dozen paths each with the same length (to within half a wavelength of light), and at the correct time the primary laser is fired, the pulse divides, and the dozen pulses converge on the pellet. In the words of Galaxy Quest, "The pig lizard arrived inside out; and it exploded!" Well, there is an explosion! The technicians read the burnt tea leaves (as Tommy Edison did) and another experiment is scheduled. Smart gal, soft spoken, competent. "What do you use to wind the thread I provide to you?" (If you think I've no stranger anxiety, you should meet my son!) "I use a couple of catwhiskers as tools for positioning." "What do you mean catwhisker tools?" I asked. My degree is in physics. If I don't know a specific industry term, I'm pretty sure I know the basic principles. I was wrong. "I clipped the whiskers from one side of my cat, and glued them into a wooden dowel. They are perfect for positioning small things under a microscope." I thought of my ex-wife's herd of 25 cats. I thought of cutting off the whiskers from one side of each beast. I thought of them bumping into each other as they ran in circles at feeding time. Cat whiskers sensory tool; they are called "vibrissa," and are used to see in the dark. "Do you need any more cat whiskers?" I asked. "No; I've got all I need." My ex-wives cats were safe. J (*) Deuterium is like hydrogen, but with a neutron crammed in next to the proton. Deuterated polymer means wherever a hydrogen should be in the plastic chain a deuterium atom had replaced it. One atom in about 5,000 of hydrogen on earth is actually deuterium. It is also called heavy water. Now ya know. The deuterated polymer had cost me two hundred dollars a gram, and that was many years ago.

Agent Kay! No! Not another comment! yep. I was in a men's mental health group called Peaceful Paths. (Or, as the inmates called it, beat your Batch class.) There were some scary people there! One Jamaican man addressed the group, asking for help. "My brother is about to have a baby. He's wondering how he should tell his wife." Yes, that kind of group. One thing I learned was ICM. (I Control Me) I considered getting it as a tattoo. It would go right below the tattoo of the gecko I was going to get; his name was Art, as in Art Gecko. (Still no ink.) Anyway, I was driving my sons and a few friends to a church sponsored prom eight hours away. On the way we stopped for food and drinks at a fast-food establishment. As we were pulling out of the driveway I hit an unexpected bump, and my drink jumped out of the cupholder, landed on the car's floor, the lid blew off, and soda and ice went everywhere. My blood pressure went up. "Ice Cup Malfunction!" I screamed, pointing at the mess. My sons laughed. They swabbed the puddle with one of the friend's sweatshirts (more screams, but not mine), and we lapped back to refill my cup. I won that round. Later, at a nice oriental all you can eat buffet, I came back with my second plate. I sipped my sweet tea and found that my boys had replaced the sweet liquid with soy sauce. I didn't pass that test.

Agent Kay; Edison had a scientific mindset. 6k tries before he hit upon the correct voltage/current for thin tungsten in cool inert gas? He learned the inert gas trick early on, and to keep it cool (not in a tight tube), and high temperature resistance was another bonus. He had put off trying tungsten because it's nearly impossible to work with; so strong it would dent hammers and anvils, so high temperature it was hard to smelt, and very expensive besides. So, he tried cotton and silk thread, copper and iron wire, and even duck feathers; anything else he could toss in the testing setup. He wasn't upset because it was a test, and the information was important. He wasn't trying to get each test to succeed: he knew by test ten that he was going to test a lot of things. He sat, slowly turning up the voltage, and when tungsten glowed, and didn't burn out, then he went on to the next level of testing, optimal wire thickness and voltage. Years ago, when I separated from my wife, I read a shelf of material. Most of it was absolute dreck. One that stood out was "How One of You Can Help Bring the Two of You Together." It suggested that, rather than trying to change the other person, one tried to change one thing about oneself, and to consider it an experiment. If you're looking for data, you're not looking to control the other person. Give it a day or two and see if the other person even notices. Things like, a quiet hug when the other comes home rather than a list of chores. A couple of texts through the day (not a thousand!), and see if they appreciate, or are they suspicious? The author said she always argued with her husband when he came home late. One night, when he came home late, and she was ready to argue, he started talking with their teenage daughter. Five minutes of exchange about the swimming meet, about how she did and how she felt. The author was drawn into the conversation, and no argument happened. She was peeved when the husband winked at her and said, "That experiment shit really works!" Many other examples, low key inspiration, and not smarmy at all. Didn't work for me; the damage was done. I hadn't changed enough diapers, etc., so now I live on a peaceful acre in the woods with deer walking by. Another book I quite liked was, "The Sociopath Next Door." Didja know that one person in 25 is a sociopath? It doesn't mean they hack people up and put them in the stew; sociopaths simply have no empathy. The pain of others doesn't bother them, not in the slightest. Emotion? They believe that everyone is faking it (because that's what they're doing). They could cut you up, and the only thing that bothers them is that you wouldn't be cleaning the dishes. It gave good examples, and showed the classic tell for someone being a sociopath. Okay, that's all you get for one glass of homemade wine on a sabbath evening. You give good inspiration. Cheers!