Executive director is a term sometimes applied to the chief executive officer (CEO) or managing director of an organization, company, or corporation. It is widely used in North American non-profit organizations, though in recent decades many U.S. nonprofits have adopted the title "President/CEO".
Confusion can arise because the words "executive" and "director" occur both in this title and in those of various members of some organizations' Board of directors. The precise meanings of these terms are discussed in the "Directors" section of the article on Board of directors.
The role of the Executive Director is to design, develop and implement strategic plans for their organization in a cost-effective and time-efficient manner. The Executive Director is also responsible for the day-to-day operation of the organization, including managing committees and staff and developing business plans in collaboration with the board for the future of the organization. In essence, the board grants the executive director the authority to run the organization. The Executive Director is accountable to the Chairman of the Board and reports to the board on a regular basis - quarterly, semiannually, or annually. The Board may offer suggestions and ideas about how to improve the organization, but the Executive Director decides whether or not, and how, to implement these ideas.
Ayn Rand ( /ˈaɪn ˈrænd/; born Alisa Zinov'yevna Rosenbaum, February 2 [O.S. January 20] 1905 – March 6, 1982) was a Russian-American novelist, philosopher, playwright, and screenwriter. She is known for her two best-selling novels The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged and for developing a philosophical system she called Objectivism.
Born and educated in Russia, Rand moved to the United States in 1926. She worked as a screenwriter in Hollywood and had a play produced on Broadway in 1935–1936. After two initially unsuccessful early novels, she achieved fame with her 1943 novel The Fountainhead. In 1957, she published her best-known work, the philosophical novel Atlas Shrugged. Afterward she turned to nonfiction to promote her philosophy, publishing her own magazines and releasing several collections of essays until her death in 1982.
Rand advocated reason as the only means of acquiring knowledge and rejected all forms of faith and religion. She supported rational and ethical egoism, and rejected ethical altruism. In politics, she condemned the initiation of force as immoral and opposed all forms of collectivism and statism, instead supporting laissez-faire capitalism, which she believed was the only social system that protected individual rights. She promoted romantic realism in art. She was sharply critical of the philosophers and philosophical traditions known to her besides Aristotle.
Down to Earth, Out of this World
Funk it!
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Suburban Virginia schools have been segregated for generations, in sight of the Washington Monument over the river in the nation's capital. One Black and one White high school are closed and the students sent to T.C. Williams High School under federal mandate to integrate. The year is seen through the eyes of the football team where the man hired to coach the Black school is made head coach over the highly successful white coach. Based on the actual events of 1971, the team becomes the unifying symbol for the community as the boys and the adults learn to depend on and trust each other.
Keywords: 1970s, affirmative-action, african-american, african-american-protagonist, american-football, banana, based-on-true-story, bigotry, brick-thrown-through-a-window, car-crash
They came together when their classmates and loved ones would not.
History is written by the winners.
Before they could win, they had to become one.
Older Sheryl: People say that it can't work, black and white; well here we make it work, everyday. We have our disagreements, of course, but before we reach for hate, always, always, we remember the Titans.
[on Alan's "singing"]::Blue Stanton: Does the term "cruel and unusual punishment" mean anything to you?
Coach Yoast: I think this is a very good time for prayer and reflection...::Bertier: Coach, I'm hurt. I'm not dead.
Coach Boone: Now I may be a mean cuss. But I'm the same mean cuss with everybody out there on that football field. The world don't give a damn about how sensitive these kids are, especially the young black kids. You ain't doin' these kids a favor by patronizing them. You crippling them; You crippling them for life.
Coach Boone: Are your parents here?::Bertier: There's my mother.::Coach Boone: Good.::[nods his head at Gerry's mom]::Coach Boone: You take a look at her. Cause once you step on that bus you aint got your mama no more. You got your brothers on the team and you got your daddy. You know who your daddy is, doncha? Gary, if you want to play on this football team, you answer me when I ask you who is your daddy? Who's your daddy, Gary? Who's your daddy?::Bertier: You.::Coach Boone: And who's team is this, Gerry? Is this your team? Or is this your daddy's team?::Bertier: Yours.::Coach Boone: Now get on the bus. Put on your jacket first and then get on the bus.
Sheryl Yoast: Y'all are acting like a bunch of sissies! Quit it!
Bertier: Hey, Julius I was thinking we could...::Ronnie "Sunshine" Bass: He's taking a shower.::Bertier: What do you want, man?::Ronnie "Sunshine" Bass: You know what I want.::[kisses him and Gary starts trying to punch him. The team is holding Gary back]::Big Ju: There's too much male bonding in here.::Bertier: Enough!::Big Ju: What is going on here?::Bertier: He kissed me!
Bertier: Listen, I'm Gerry, you're Julius. Let's just get some particulars and get this over with.::Big Ju: Particulars? Man, no matter what I tell you, you ain't never gonna know nothing about me.::Bertier: Listen, I ain't running any more of these three-a-days::Big Ju: Well, what I've got to say, you really don't wanna hear 'cuz honesty ain't too high upon your people's priorities.::Bertier: Honesty? You want honesty? Honestly, I think you're nothing. Nothing but a pure waste of God-given talent. You don't listen to nobody, man! Not even Doc or Boone! Shiver push on the line everytime and you blow right past 'em! Push 'em, pull 'em, do something! You run over everyone in this league, and everytime you do you leave one of your teammates hanging out to dry, me in particular!::Big Ju: Why should I give a hoot about you, huh? Or anyone else out there? You wanna talk about the ways you're the captain?::Bertier: Right.::Big Ju: You got a job?::Bertier: I've got a job.::Big Ju: You been doing your job?::Bertier: I've been doing my job.::Big Ju: Then why don't you tell your white buddies to block for Rev better? Because they have not blocked for him worth a blood nickel, and you know it! Nobody plays. Yourself included. I'm supposed to wear myself out for the team? What team? Nah, nah what I'm gonna do is look out for myself and I'ma get mine.::Bertier: See man, that's the worst attitude I ever heard.::Big Ju: Attitude reflects leadership, captain.
Ray Budds: I didn't hear it... swear to God!
[Julius visits Gerry in the hospital]::Nurse: Only kin's allowed in here.::Bertier: Alice, are you blind? Don't you see the family resemblance? That's my brother.
Plot
The big-screen version of Hunter S. Thompson's seminal psychedelic classic about his road trip across Western America as he and his large Samoan lawyer searched desperately for the "American dream"... they were helped in large part by the huge amount of drugs and alcohol kept in their convertible, The Red Shark.
Keywords: 1970s, absurd, american-dream, american-flag, anti-war-protest, author-cameo, bar, based-on-novel, based-on-true-story, bat
Give us your brain for two hours and you will never be the same again.....(Icelandic)
If there was a trip to be taken, they were there (Australian)
Four Days, Three nights, Two Convertibles, One City
Buy the ticket, take the ride.
Raoul Duke: One of the things you learn from years of dealing with drug people, is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug. Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.
[watching Dr. Gonzo leave]::Raoul Duke: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Raoul Duke: [commenting on the song "One Toke Over the Line" playing on the radio] One toke? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats.
Dr. Gonzo: You drive. You drive. I think there's something wrong with me.
Dr. Gonzo: I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I'm getting the Fear.
Dr. Gonzo: [trying to escape the rotating bar] When's the thing going to stop?::Raoul Duke: Stop?::Dr. Gonzo: Stop it!::Raoul Duke: It's not ever going to stop, man!
Raoul Duke: Total control now. Tooling along the main drag on a Saturday night in Vegas. Two good old boys in a fire-apple red convertible. Stoned. Ripped. Twisted. Good people.
Raoul Duke: Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant.
Raoul Duke: There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.
Raoul Duke: And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.