Marching and glancing
the enemy advances.
Their proud lines crash
wave upon wave -weapons glistening.
We cannot see them
We have chosen not to look.
We have hidden our eyes
Afraid of battle.
We do not wish to make a scene.
We are An Ostrich Army
“The only thing necessary for the triumph [of evil] is for good men to do nothing.”
-Edmund Burke
Hiya Hiya,
I was talking with a friend today who was telling me how much fun he’s having doing video blogging. I felt excited about the idea and thought I would give it a try. Since my passions are community, clarity and creativity I thought I’d pick the first “c” and give it a whirl. (The second two “c’s” ultimately build community anyways, so I can include them in the fun!)
Again, this is my FIRST try. The lighting is no good AND I discovered you have to write backwards (or something) when you’re filming. You’ll see what I mean when you run the clip.
Click on the “community” category for more of my thoughts / past initiatives on the topic. You can also search by the “community” tag or by typing community in search box to the top right of the screen.
If you want to follow the whole series you can follow me on Twitter (to the right of this screen there should be a “follow me” thingee for twitter. OR you can click RSS on the top right of the screen. OR you can “friend” me on facebook.
Cool.
sb
Today is the second day of our ad-words campaign for Hope Street. Now we can learn what to change in our ads and how to modify our bids. Cool. We also launched some facebook ads.
On the highly adventurous side I tried to mount some code that would allow hopestreet and myself to view the site analytics from our OWN analytics accounts.
Invermere is an amazing place. We were there a few weekends ago because it is quite close to the Fairmont Hot Springs where we were enjoying a complementary night on our friends who really came through on sweet wedding present.
Honestly, every shop I went in to was amazing. We had lunch at this pub on the lake. All the food was hand made and the burger passed my exacting standards with flying colors. The bakery had amazing sculpted food and this super duper good bread. Ivermere is also home to Kicking Horse Coffee and we really enjoyed their cafe. -Way cooler than starbucks and not as expensive. (Dear Kicking Horse, If you would like to open up shop in Calgary please pick my neighborhood.)
And there was a deli.
We bought a few kind of sausage. As per my German roots I rather like all manner of sausages. The peperoni was incredible.
Unfortunately, the buffalo-whiskey something-or-rather was not.
And that’s when I got the idea that if I cut up the sausage and dried it out it would make a pretty awesome treat for the dog: meat cookies! You can see them on the cookie tray. Boy does Jasper ever love them!
As far as treats go I imagine those were rather costly, but it makes me wonder if I could buy some cheap ‘just expired’ sausage and make more for the ol’ boy.
Meat Cookies
We all already know what NOT to look at. (See no evil, hear no evil, etc. )But what do we put our focus on? Is it enough to know what NOT to do?
I think not.
Thinking about what NOT to do still means you are focusing on that very thing you are trying to avoid. Instead we need a mechanism by which we can focus on anything else – and by extension – what is good to focus on.
Good focus produces ideas, and ultimatley adventure.
Bad focus can produce a myriad problems such as fear, stress, inactivity and at its logical end: boredom!
Black ice with sections of asphalt, blowing snow, “I’m asphyxiating it’s so hot in here,” “I’m too cold, my fingers are ice cycles!” and a dog doing his best to maintain his sovereignty over the very small part of the station wagon allotted to him. Yes, these are the things that make for a great road trip.
We’re driving me Mudder-In-Law’s newish station wagon and I’m plenty pleased about that. The head lights work in this car; which is a site more (no pun intended) than I can say about the headlights on our car. Plus, it has an aux port that I can plug my ipod into. Yes! I won’t be forced to listen to music on our journey which will inevitably be much longer than usual. As I think I mentioned there is more ice than asphalt on the road today.
Our mission is to get to the family acreage just west of Edmonton where our holidays can materialize in a peaceful and pastoral setting that most would be jealous of. Everyone else seems to be pretty relaxed apart from the occasional grumbling from the back seat. Me Fawder-in-Law is showing pretty good restraint, but despite his best intentions he is, in fact, a back seat driver.
We pull into the drive way and are delighted to discover that the lock to the gate is frozen solid. A few minutes later David, (aka Daffle. aka me Fawder-in-law) gets it working.
It is 11:30pm and we’re all in the house. We left Calgary at 4:30. Albeit we stopped in Red Deer for a sit down meal, but it’s still a long trip no matter how you dice it.
My big insight from the trip? Well it’s this: people who are not feeling relaxed like to tell other people to relax. I reminds me of that amazing bit of wisdom hidden in the lines by Mr. Shakespeare: “Methinks thou doth protest too much.” (This is a misquote, by the way, but I really don’t care – there’s truth in it whether or not Shakespeare said it. More on the misquote here.) I take this bastardized quote to mean: we complain about stuff we are guilty of.
Christmas Tip: Study the people you are with. What do they complain about? Are they guilty of the same? If they ask you to relax you can probably assume they don’t feel relaxed. Use this to your mutual benefit and figure out how to make them feel calm.
Christmas Tip: There is another powerful tool for understanding what people are REALLY thinking about themselves. COMPLIMENTS. There is an ancient proverb that reads: The crucible for silver and the furnace for gold, but man is tested by the praise he receives. Yup, it’s easy. Compliment people and see how they respond. You can learn an awful lot about them. You can even try it on yourself. How do you react when receiving a compliment?
What if someone told you: “That was a great present you picked for me.” ? Would you say in your heart, “Oh, I’m really glad you liked it.” Or would you say, “Oh, it’s not exactly what I wanted to get you!” OR, “If only you knew how much I wish we could get along… this gift is the only way I can show you love.” (Or a mix of all.) I’m not sure what you’ll discover, but you’ll learn something about yourselves and others.
We’re all squared away in our rooms now. I’m writing because I’m really desperate to finish my 12 days in some sort of style and a miss just doesn’t seem like I’d be doing the countdown justice. That and, well, this is a nice break from driving. Flexing my creative muscle a bit does wonders for my personality. Lucky for me, and everyone else, Tash and me Mudder-in-Law forced me to bring a guitar. I suspect it will bring great peace and harmony to my heart over the holidays and will spare my family me asking them to relax.
I’m mostly done Tash’s shopping (The only person I have to buy for…) but I still have one thing I’d like to get her.
How’s your shopping going? On holidays yet?
I hope all is well.
sb
(BTW Despite numerous attacks from suitcases and food that managed to launch covert ops from the bags they were hiding in the dog did maintain his spot in the car.)
Oh, and “I am sorry.” That’s the other hardest three words to say.
Why, though?
Why is it nearly impossible to tell someone that you love them?
What makes those words so awkward to utter?
Anyone who has been to a wedding conducted in the Christian tradition will recall the minister expounding on the three different words/types of love from whatever language the Bible was written in. These three loves are Eros, Philia and Agape.
From what I can tell Eros is like, um, erotic. Sort of sexy / animal instinct / passionate / hollywoody.
Philia seems more like brotherly / family love.
And Agape is God love. That is to say how God loves.
I suppose the minister would usually conclude that for a healthy marriage the couple should learn to walk in all three types of love.
Maybe it’s this diversity of meaning that are all boiled down to the word “love” that make it so awkward. I mean if you came up to me and suggested you erotically loved me and that I made you feel like an animal in heat I suppose I would feel uncomfortable. (Correction: I know FOR SURE I would.)
The other problem is that we love everything. I love ice cream. I love Dr. House. I love the way they used lego to re-enact a particular system of a down song. I love baby Jesus, etc. Maybe subconsciously we figure we can’t tell other people that we love them because we know we’ve already used up that word on stupid stuff.
I don’t know the answer exactly but I wish it wasn’t so. I mean after all… I think The Beatles were right: all we need is love. It’s ironic as the British are about the last people group in the world that you would associate with any sort of emotional expression. (It wouldn’t be proper, don’t you know.)
Fine. I’ll say it.
I LOVE YOU.
Hello Everyone.
I’ve had an idea: Let’s put Rogers and Blockbusters out of business. It would be great fun and it would be a sweet way to get to know the neighbors.
Here’s the thing. On an average street, with average neighbors, and average life styles we can assume that there are a lot of people watching movies that they have either purchased or rented.
On average they are likely watching a lot of the same movies. THE SAME MOVIES I WOULD SPEND $5 TO RENT. This is how Blockbusters / Rogers make money. They sell the same thing over and over again. Their model works soley because neighbors are not organized enough to share their resources.
IDEA: What if you could set up some sort of system whereby people on your block would know what movies you and everyone else has. Then, when they want to ‘rent’ a movie they could just cross the street and borrow it from you or Mr. and Mrs. Smith instead?
I’m sure some facebook app. could be designed… or maybe just a google doc to share the information? It could be pretty basic:
Mr. and Mrs. Smith have the following titles: blah, blah, and blah. Jimmie has the following titles: (blah, zip and zap.)
It’s really like napster… only you would actually be sharing a physical thing. And THAT is certainly above board.
I think you could meet a lot of your neighbors, save some money, and even have quite a good time in the process. Some entrepreneurial person might even make a buck off of said system.
If enough people did it we could even put Rogers/ Blockbusters out of business… or at very least force them to stock hard to find movies.
“What to do when your wife is an early bird and you are a night owl?”
Last night was the first time I’ve had to think about it.
You see, at 11:00 pm I am perfectly awake. My mind is active. My eyes only stay closed with effort.
She, on the other hand, is already an hour past her ideal sleeping time. Her mind is barely functioning above a quiet idle and she DOES NOT want to talk about the critical problem that has arisen: namely, my lack of tiredness. (hypotiredation.)
I thought I’d get a book to pass the time. Out into the hallway and to my office I went.
“Can you close the door? -the hallway light is in my eyes…”
Having grabbed a book I’m back to the room, turn out the lights, but I leave the door open. (It lets in a cool breeze.)
In the meantime she has turned to avoid the hallway light. Unfortunately she is now facing my reading lamp.
When I click it on I am made aware of this fact by her slurry objections. It doesn’t seem like a good time to point out she should turn back the other way.
I close my book (Bleak House, by Charles Dickens) and turn off the light. I love my wife and don’t want her to miss out on a good nights rest.
In the mean time. I scheme. I want to find a solution. And it’s not as simple as going somewhere else in the house. No, no… the second I leave the bedroom I feel a teensy bit, well, too far away.
It came to me today. It’s not glamorous, or hard to implement. In fact, it seems to be pure genius.
Audio books.
Tonight I will I will happily ‘read’ Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell as she dozes off in a still and dark room that is only interrupted by my muted laughter and the faint light of my iphone.
-sb
Little kids have the right idea. Get a friend. Connect your imaginations. And go on an adventure.
Luckily for me, I’m not too old to keep up the same tricks.
This week I met with three friends – hoping they would help me to write the book I don’t know how to write. Trent creates experiences with purpose for his corporate clients. Justin is a Sr. Communications guy (despite being but 30 years old) at an oil company, and Christine is a retired prof from the U of C who taught Justin and me rhetoric in Uni and who happens to remind me (quite a bit) of my Gran in the UK.
My three friends and I never went anywhere, per se, but we did go on an adventure. We never left our chairs, but we overcome obstacles, shared fellowship, and experienced the adventure that is reserved for those who have not forgotten how to really live life together.
