Organizations and Globalization

Review and reflect on the knowledge from orders: 877353, 883561, 887354. Based on your review and reflection, write at least 250–300 words on the following: What were the most compelling topics that you learned about in this course? How did participating in discussions help your understanding of the subject matter? Is anything still unclear that could be clarified? What approaches could have yielded additional valuable information?

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Love in L.A.

Please make sure to answer each question in a paragraph. After reading the story answer the following questions: 1. How would you describe Jake? 2. Why do you think the author used the word love in the title? Jake slouched in a clot of near motionless traffic, in the peculiar gray of concrete, smog, and early morning beneath the overpass of the Hollywood Freeway on Alvarado Street. He didn’t really mind because he knew how much worse it could be trying to make a left onto the onramp. He certainly didn’t do that every day of his life, and he’d assure anyone who’d ask that he never would either. A steady occupation had its advantages and he couldn’t deny thinking about that too. He needed an FM radio in something better than this ’58 Buick he drove. It would have crushed velvet interior with electric controls for the L.A. summer, a nice warm heater and defroster for the winter drives at the beach, a cruise control for those longer trips, mellow speakers front and rear of course, windows that hum closed, snuffing out that nasty exterior noise of freeways. The fact was that he’d probably have to change his whole style. Exotic colognes, plush, dark nightclubs, maitais and daiquiris, necklaced ladies in satin gowns, misty and sexy like in a tequila ad. Jake could imagine lots of possibilities when he let himself, but none that ended up with him pressed onto a stalled freeway. Jake was thinking about this freedom of his so much that when he glimpsed its green light he just went ahead and stared bye bye to the steadily employed. When he turned his head the same direction his windshield faced, it was maybe one second too late. He pounced the brake pedal and steered the front wheels away from the tiny brakelights but the smack was unavoidable. Just one second sooner and it would only have been close. One second more and he’d be crawling up the Toyota’s trunk. As it was, it seemed like only a harmless smack, much less solid than the one against his back bumper. Jake considered driving past the Toyota but was afraid the traffic ahead would make it too difficult. As he pulled up against the curb a few carlengths ahead, it occurred to him that the traffic might have helped him get away too. He slammed the car door twice to make sure it was closed fully and to give himself another second more, then toured front and rear of his Buick for damage on or near the bumpers. Not an impressionable scratch even in the chrome. He perked up. Though the car’s beauty was secondary to its ability to start and move, the body and paint were clean except for a few minor dings. This stood out as one of his few clearcut accomplishments over the years. Before he spoke to the driver of the Toyota, whose looks he could see might present him with an added complication, he signaled to the driver of the car that hit him, still in his car and stopped behind the Toyota, and waved his hands and shook his head to let the man know there was no problem as far as he was concerned. The driver waved back and started his engine. “It didn’t even scratch my paint,” Jake told her in that way of his. “So how you doin? Any damage to the car? I’m kinda hoping so, just so it takes a little more time and we can talk some. Or else you can give me your phone number now and I won’t have to lay my regular b.s. on you to get it later.” He took her smile as a good sign and relaxed. He inhaled her scent like it was clean air and straightened out his less than new but not unhip clothes. “You’ve got Florida plates. You look like you must be Cuban.” “My parents are from Venezuela.” “My name’s Jake.” He held out his hand. “Mariana.” They shook hands like she’d never done it before in her life. “I really am sorry about hitting you like that.” He sounded genuine. He fondled the wide dimple near the cracked taillight. “It’s amazing how easy it is to put a dent in these new cars. They’re so soft they might replace waterbeds soon.” Jake was confused about how to proceed with this. So much seemed so unlikely, but there was always possibility. “So maybe we should go out to breakfast somewhere and talk it over.” “I don’t eat breakfast.” “Some coffee then.” “Thanks, but I really can’t.” “You’re not married, are you? Not that that would matter that much to me. I’m an openminded kinda guy.” She was smiling. “I have to get to work.” “That sounds boring.” “I better get your driver’s license,” she said. Jake nodded, disappointed. “One little problem,” he said. “I didn’t bring it. I just forgot it this morning. I’m a musician,” he exaggerated greatly, “and, well, I dunno, I left my wallet in the pants I was wearing last night. If you have some paper and a pen I’ll give you my address and all that.” He followed her to the glove compartment side of her car. “What if we don’t report it to the insurance companies? I’ll just get it fixed for you.” “I don’t think my dad would let me do that.” “Your dad? It’s not your car?” “He bought it for me. And I live at home.” “Right.” She was slipping away from him. He went back around to the back of her new Toyota and looked over the damage again. There was the trunk lid, the bumper, a rear panel, a taillight. “You do have insurance?” she asked, suspicious, as she came around the back of the car. “Oh yeah,” he lied. “I guess you better write the name of that down too.” He made up a last name and address and wrote down the name of an insurance company an old girlfriend once belonged to. He considered giving a real phone number but went against that idea and made one up. “I act too,” he lied to enhance the effect more. “Been in a couple of movies.” She smiled like a fan. “So how about your phone number?” He was rebounding maturely. She gave it to him. “Mariana, you are beautiful,” he said in his most sincere voice. “Call me,” she said timidly. Jake beamed. “We’ll see you, Mariana,” he said holding out his hand. Her hand felt so warm and soft he felt like he’d been kissed. Back in his car he took a moment or two to feel both proud and sad about his performance. Then he watched the rear view mirror as Mariana pulled up behind him. She was writing down the license plate numbers on his Buick, ones that he’d taken off a junk because the ones that belonged to his had expired so long ago. He turned the ignition key and revved the big engine and clicked into drive. His sense of freedom swelled as he drove into the now moving street traffic, though he couldn’t stop the thought about that FM stereo radio and crushed velvet interior and the new car smell that would even make it better.

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effects of Globalization on development

The topic is “What are the effects of globalization on development in developing countries in Africa and South America.”  Focus on the economy and political effects and choose one country in Africa and one in South American to write about.  Please, presenting more in-depth and comprehensive research and analysis of the topic chosen. Written in font size 12 and 1.5 line spacing. The research should be based on appropriate academic materials as well as possible other references (such as media publications, reports by states, International Organizations, NGOs etc.) with footnotes referring to the specific bibliography throughout the paper.  The research paper must include a title page, table of contents, introduction, subtitles of subject headings in the body of the paper, a conclusion, bibliography, and any appendices if needed.  Write full 26-pages double space paper without including ( title page, table content, Abstract  and bibliography)

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Interpersonal Relations in Social Media

If you are a Facebook user, scroll through your list of friends and consider how many of the relationships are personal and how many are impersonal. What makes some of your relationships personal and what makes them impersonal? What factors affect your appraisal of these relationships (for example: irreplaceable, disclosing, intrinsically rewarding, unique)? How else do you communicate with these people besides Facebook (for example face to face, telephone, texting, other social media)? Must be over 300 words

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