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peterdiaz · 1 year

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Tips on Picking a Professional Keynote Speaker For Your Occasion

Most occasions and expos have a star featured expert. This individual is a specialist on a subject which can assist a large number with taking shape the reason and focal point of the occasion. The following are a few things that an organization ought to consider while deciding to host or support an expert featured Professional keynote speaker:

Keep in mind, individuals stand out enough to be noticed range - On the off chance that you charge an occasion as 30 minutes, remind the speaker that they have 30 minutes. Offer time signals or a cut off if essential, however don't allow them to go over. In the event that individuals are informed time A, they will expect time A. A standard of counseling is that you can constantly give time back, yet you can't at any point anticipate that the client should propose more. For what reason should your crowd be supposed to?

Try not to simply pick a point master, pick somebody who can talk - Time and again, individuals go to master addresses and are compelled to endure droning discourses where they've blocked the speaker out ten minutes into the discussion. Keep in mind, how they talk is similarly however significant as what they seem to be talking about.

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Keep up with control of the circumstance - Many individuals who are featured subject matter experts have a star mindset, and accept that you are there to serve them. Keep in mind, you are the one pushing their presentation, and hence you are the one assisting with facilitating their vocations similarly as they are assisting with supporting your occasion. It's a two way road, yet the distinction in power is that you can constantly employ another person. Be firm and front and center about what is generally anticipated, and don't allow them to make changes or adjustments without a second to spare except if important. Likewise, have an arranged agreement wrapped front and center, and consistently ensure it's one that you are both OK with.

Remain on point - Build up that the speaker is there to talk on a specific subject, and that the topic has been publicized quite a bit early. On the off chance that this turns into an issue, allude to their agreement or track down another speaker. Having irregularities in subject and show can show an unobtrusive amateurish energy concerning the occasion that you don't believe clients should see.

Get your work done - Never take the speaker's assertion on how great they are; rather make an inquiry or two and figure out what others in the field are talking about. Are clients content with the speaker's work? Does the speaker keep individuals engaged, and above all, would they say they are ready to respond to inquiries concerning their point? Many individuals can practice a talk with the eventual result of sounding entirely OK with the subject, however crush when put up to questions. Ensure they truly are a specialist. Request certifications, licenses and other supporting data prior to marking them on.

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mothcpu · 2 months

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rehash of my SAYER AI construct designs from a couple years back

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#SAYER #SAYER podcast #robot #sayer ai #speaker ai #future ai #ocean ai #listen to this podcast. come for the AIs' voices and the fucked up experiments and stay for the excellent plot #(recommend listening to episode 6 (A Dreamless Sleep) to try it out since it's standalone)#OCEAN wasn't in the original lineup. its design is just SAYER's internal skeleton (like. its shackles have been removed or whatever)

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nordic-language-love · 8 months

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You know one thing I love about Japan? Everyone responds to me saying "I speak Norwegian" like it's really fucking cool. I tell people in the UK that I speak Norwegian and they're just like "why? You know everyone there speaks English, right? There's literally no point in learning it." But I tell people over here and they're like "no way, that's amazing! And you learned by yourself? You're so clever!"

#i guess it's bc norway's a faraway fairyland to most people here and they've probably never met a norwegian-speaker before #but still. it's perspective innit #even the other native staff. only 2 of us on my team are even from europe #the others are from north america or africa or elsewhere in asia #god it's so cool being part of an international community. i fucking love my job.

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i-am-church-the-cat · 4 months

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To tack on to the ask you had about Carlos being white: your anon wasn’t entirely wrong and neither are you, but there’s more that some fans—especially European fans—may not recognize about certain prejudices and misconceptions that exist outside of Europe.

While it’s true that Carlos is white (both ethnically and in privilege) and therefore can’t really experience racism, prejudice always exists in context. Carlos is a Spanish-speaker. White Americans typically associate the Spanish language with latine people, who are regular targets of white racism on this side of the Atlantic. Carlos can’t personally experience racism since he’s white, but he can still be (and is, I see it all the time) the target of racist sentiments from white American fans, usually online. This doesn’t hurt Carlos directly I think so much as it affects anyone passively absorbing those kinds of sentiments while they’re scrolling their feed.

So no, Carlos could never be a victim of racism the way Lewis, Alex, Checo, Zhou, or Yuki are. But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t fans implicitly or explicitly spitting racist shit at him.

I actually had these same thoughts while responding to that previous ask and that’s kind of why I brought it up in the first place, because I come from a culture where, even though Carlos is white, he would still be the target of racist sentiments and prejudice. Racists in the US probably can’t distinguish between latine and Spanish people and I do think it’s very likely that there are American F1 fans who treat Carlos differently compared to other European drivers because they don’t understand that he’s as culturally white as any of the paler Europeans on the grid.

#tl;dr racists in america will treat all native-spanish speakers w/ darker skin tones exactly the same #i doubt there are european fans that have racial prejudice towards carlos #but bc f1 is an international sport you’ll get fans with all different kinds of views on race and ethnicity #and that’s why i am again asking carlos sainz haters to take my survey and join my sample size #carlos sainz #anon asks

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strangefable · 5 hours

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the words you speak about another person will always, always, speak louder about you than them

#things it took me a long time to truly learn and internalize #both as the speaker and the one spoken of #no longer feeling responsibility for how others speak of me has been incredibly healing #and learning to speak with kindness even about people who have been harmful or who have wronged me also... healing #i doubt i will be heard but i just had a sudden urge to share a thought #forgive me for being old and feeling a random need to share hard won wisdom #the older i get the more i understand why old people are always trying to give advice #p.s. this is not a vaguepost or a callout to anyone #less old woman yelling at clouds and more old woman reflecting in her mirror

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sollucets · 1 year

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could you maybe write something where akk calls aye his home?

i absolutely can do that, nonny, thank u for asking! have a little bit (1.5k. of course.) of long-distance akkaye :') loosely related to the last prompt but fine to read without it

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“Akk, are you sleeping?”

Aye’s voice is tinny, the noises of a subway station behind him just the right side of too-loud through Akk’s phone speakers to catch his slow-moving attention. His headphones must have slipped out; he doesn’t remember it happening.

“No,” he answers, like a liar, and pushes himself upright on his dorm bed with some effort.

He’d given up on holding his head up to look at the screen part way through Aye talking about one of the other international students he works with and her hopeless crush on a Thai grad student senior of theirs that Aye is 100% sure is taken, and all of the accompanying drama. “You think P’Win has a partner already.”

“That’s the last thing you heard?” Aye asks, pouting a little on the tiny screen under his big blue scarf. His cheeks are pink. It’s really, really cute. Someone passes behind him; Akk thinks he hears the edges of a robotic voice making an announcement. “I don’t just think so, I know so, and I was telling you all the evidence.”

“Do you have a conspiracy board for this too, or am I still special?”

Aye says something extremely inappropriate for a public place in response, but he says it in Thai, so he’s probably safe. Akk still opens his mouth to scold him on principle, but he’s caught by a yawn before he can say anything, jaw cracking unpleasantly.

Aye’s expression melts from put-upon irritation to fondness so quickly it’s impressive. “You don’t have to stay up so late for me,” he says. “Don’t you have class in the morning? At nine, right?”

“Don’t remind me,” grumbles Akk with a sigh, but he swings his legs over the side of the bed, picks up his phone sans headphones, and heads into the bathroom barefoot. “It’s not really so late. And besides, you’d pout if I went to bed without calling. It’s our day.”

Their day, Thursday specifically, had been the day that worked best with both their busy schedules and the six-hour time difference for most of the first semester of their time apart. They’ve missed only once, during Akk’s midterms, and Aye had texted no less than thirty times that day, all test-taking memes and supportive emojis. Now, though, Aye’s classes combined with his new work in his university's tutoring center run into the London evening; it’s midnight in Chiang Mai.

Aye says something in response, but whatever it is is drowned out by the noise of a rush of people behind him, all probably getting off of a train.

“What?” asks Akk, propping his phone against the bathroom mirror and grabbing his toothbrush.

“If it’s really not that late, then why are you falling asleep while I’m talking, hm? Am I so boring to you?”

Akk rolls his eyes, squeezing out a little toothpaste, and says, “Maybe I just didn’t want to hear you go on and on about P’Win anymore, hm?”

As expected, Aye zeroes in on that immediately. “Aww, is my baby jealous?”

Akk sticks his toothbrush in his mouth to avoid answering and weathers the ensuing and expected storm of teasing very bravely, if he does say so himself. He lets the ease of falling into a familiar dynamic soothe the very slight sting, and he listens patiently without showing even a hint of a smile on his face at how pleased Aye looks to have ‘won’ that admission.

“And he’s almost as handsome as me,” Aye is saying, in his most annoying tone of voice, when suddenly he seems to stutter for a moment, his expression freezing in place on his face. It’s odd enough that Akk makes a questioning noise through his mouthful of toothpaste.

“Akk…” Aye starts. He looks conflicted now, mouth turning down even as he speaks. “You’re not — really, though, right?”

Akk blinks. Then spits. Then says, “No,” even though it’s not 100% true.

His face must show it, because Aye’s frown droops even further and he says, clearly enunciated, “It’s not like that. You know I’m just—”

“Teasing,” Akk interrupts, having mercy on him. “I know. Aye, no, you’re fine. I don’t actually think you’re serious, or you wouldn't have spent the last half hour explaining why P’Win is absolutely definitely taken anyway.” And you wouldn’t usually worry that I did, Akk thinks, so why?

Usually, if he thinks he’s gone too far, Aye just drapes himself over Akk like a particularly affectionate cat, no matter what he’s doing. He kisses his way back to forgiveness, he brings Akk dinner or looks over his homework or buys him stupid, cute little charms to put on his phone keychain, and Akk always lets him even and especially if he isn’t actually mad, and — he can’t do any of that, six hours and half the world away. Oh. This is that communication thing they’re supposed to be better at by now.

Aye is still staring at him with giant, horrible pleading eyes, because he doesn’t believe him, and he shouldn’t because Akk is still sort of lying.

Akk sighs. “I’m jealous of anyone who gets to see you all the time.” He can’t keep looking at Aye, his gaze drifting towards the edge of the bathroom counter. “Just a little. That’s all it is. I’m— glad you have Thai friends, actually. You seemed a bit homesick lately. I think it’s cheering you up.”

It’s silent for a little too long, and Akk finally looks up to make sure nothing’s happened to the connection and finds Aye with one hand over his mouth, eyes still huge but soft around the edges now.

“What,” he mumbles.

“My boyfriend is the sweetest,” Aye says, as he’d feared he would, all earnest and sincere and completely without the teasing edge, which makes it worse.

Akk jerks his head away again, in a motion he couldn’t control if he wanted to. He puts his toothbrush into the cup with more force than is strictly necessary. “It’s just the truth, isn’t it?”

“Phi reheated omelets on his break the other day and I thought I was gonna cry for a minute,” Aye tells him, laughing an embarrassed little laugh. “They’re not right here. They’re all undercooked and flavorless.”

“Did you get to have any?” asks Akk, imagining Aye looking (up, statistically) at this mysterious P’Win with his awful begging eyes.

“I wouldn't steal my senior’s lunch.”

Akk can’t help the little satisfied twitch of his mouth at that scandalized tone. Aye steals Akk’s lunch all the time. “Too bad. I get it a little, though. I really miss the way my mom prepares things.”

Chiang Mai is easily 14 hours of travel from his house, more if you count having to switch trains, and he’s only been back once. He dutifully calls his parents every Sunday, but they don’t really have good enough reception there for regular video calls.

Aye makes a sympathetic noise, then glances at something up and to the right of the camera. He frowns. “Baby, I have to go soon.”

“‘Kay,” answers Akk, raising a hand to cover a sudden yawn.

“Don’t worry about me too much,” Aye says, smiling at the screen all little and v-shaped. “I’m okay. I’ll go to a market and get my own ingredients and make my own omelet, and I’ll text you all the time, and I’ll call my mom twice so she can pretend I’m her favorite over you. Don’t you get too homesick either, okay?”

“Even if—“ Akk starts, hesitates, then forges on. He can say these things; he’s worked to say these things. “Even if I visit,” he tells Aye’s tiny, beloved face, miles and miles away and here in his dorm bathroom, “I’ll still be homesick until you come back. You’re my home.”

Aye stares at him, mouth open for a minute, then demands, “Pick up your phone.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Pick up your phone.”

Slowly and distrustfully, Akk takes his phone off the counter and holds it closer to his face. “Wha—“

Aye’s screen moves suddenly closer and then goes dark, the sound weird and muffled. “Hug me,” he says, just barely audible.

Akk laughs a little, breathless and pointlessly fond. What must it look like, to those people in the subway station? Alone in his own room, though, he doesn’t hesitate to pull his phone to his chest, right over his heart.

After a moment, though, he gives in to the temptation to peek and finds the screen still dark. “Aye.”

The station blurs into view again behind an Aye who looks notably pinker than before, a rush of people just like the last one passing behind again. “You’re so — I love you so much,” Aye tells him, sounding helpless, “and I miss you. It’s stupid that term break is still so far away.”

“Aye,” says Akk again, unable to stop grinning if he’d actively tried. “Don’t be late for your train.”

“They’re always late for me,” grumbles Aye, but he sighs and says, “Go to bed, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too,” Akk tells him, just before hanging up so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever new heart-squeezing thing Aye’s face is going to do at that.

Just before he actually gets into bed, quiet in the sudden silence of his empty dorm, his phone lights up with a text: "❤️❤️❤️❤️"

And far away, in a subway car in England, Aye barely represses a little noise of delight to receive “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️” in return.

#akkayan #the eclipse #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #yes by the way that *is* absolutely between us win #who goes on exchange to the uk postseries also #(or at least. kirano has written so many fics abt it i assume it's novel canon and won't be told otherwise)#i couldn't resist #aye and win would be such a combination though can u imagine #also i did engage in a little light making fun of england here as is my right but thai omelets actually are like. cooked a Lot more #like they use a whole ton of oil it's almost pancake-like #(and! im aware it's called 'the tube' there but i'm not writing that in the internal narration of a non-english-speaker ok)#also. i gave aye my old job in this one haha. i worked in my college's tutoring center all 4 years i was there #ok. i'm stopping now enjoy these embarrassing boys

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