Archive | May, 2011

ear candy

When I’m working I like to listen to music.  Most of the time it’s a help, blocking out the white noise of the office, at other times I can get so utterly distracted by the music I end up switching around tracks quite a bit.  I should do more to set up a better play list really.

Anyway, today I have been so distracted by, what I think will become the track that defines my summer.  Those who know me, know I have a filthy habit of listening to trance music.  I sometimes feel ashamed to say I listen to it, avidly, because it seems almost as bad as saying I love the Spice Girls (I don’t incidentally).  Anyway, I love Above & Beyond.  Every week they release a 2 hour podcast via iTunes called Trance Around the World.  It’s brilliant.  2 hours of free mixed music every week, I’m in heaven.

Back to the music of the summer… it’s called Thing Called Love and it’s a new mix.  Frustratingly, it’s not actually out yet, so I think I’ve listened to it via You Tube about 10 times.  It’s really addictive, but perhaps that’s not such a bad thing. There are worse things to be addicted to.

loose hands

I’ve just been reading a news article on the new series of the Apprentice, I don’t watch the programme as it gets on my nerves, but one of the contestants said  ”a limp handshake is unforgivable’. I find this an interesting thing to say, because there is a lot you can tell about a person from their handshake.  It’s a psychological tactic to either un-nerve you, or make you feel welcome.

I’ve shaken a few hands in my time.  Meeting clients it’s part of the socially acceptable norm to shake a hand by way of a greeting.  I find it quite interesting to see how someone approaches it.  I dislike the handshake that is either to weak or too strong.  I’m not sure which one I dislike the most.

The bone crushing handshake that takes your palm into a vice like grip and says, I’m in control.  You kind of wonder if the person is over compensating for something unforeseen.  I don’t really find it a confidence boosting exercise.  Far from it in fact.

Then there is the hand that drapes itself into yours like a dishtowel.  It’s weak and doesn’t inspire confidence.  Perhaps a handshake is somewhere akin to Goldilocks and the porridge, too strong, too weak or just right.  It’s the handshake that is just right that instills confidence in me.  Something that says I know who I am, and I’m happy with that.  So I think I’d extend the sentiment to ‘a limp handshake or a vice like grip is unforgivable’ why do you need it?