December 25, 2010
Christmas is the Feast of Man Himself
Christmas is the feast, of not only man’s redemption, but of man himself. It is the feasting of humankind, because it releases – if only for a few days every year – emotions that a savage self-interest causes mankind, in the ordinary way, to repress.
At Christmas-tide, tyrants grow benevolent – even merciful, misers spend, not only freely, but willingly, the fierce flames of religious and political prejudice die for a short while to a cold cinder; selfish memories are stirred by the recollection – tardy, but intense – of the neglected and the outcast.
For a few days, once a year, the atrophied souls of adults are filled again with that spirit which inspires the wisdom of fools and children.
November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving Is ALL About Gratitude: Nothing More, Nothing Less
Whenever we find ourselves going back in time -- which for me, often happens at the holidays -- it's a great idea to reflect on the past as a gift rather that a burden or whatever other emotion first comes up for us.
Thanksgiving is really about gratitude - nothing more, nothing less. Gratitude is focusing on what we have and cherishing it however small, rather than what we don't.
A few great quotes worth sharing, sure to move you into the mood if you're not already there:
Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone. ~G.B. Stern
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "thank you," that would suffice. ~Meister Eckhart
There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude. ~Robert Brault
Gratitude is the memory of the heart. ~Jean Baptiste Massieu, translated from French
Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture. ~Kak Sri
As each day comes to us refreshed and anew, so does my gratitude renew itself daily. The breaking of the sun over the horizon is my grateful heart dawning upon a blessed world. ~Terri Guillemets
I'll end with Emerson:
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
July 04, 2010
Declaration of Indepedence Twitter StyleThanks to Tristan Louis for a laugh from his ">recent posting of The Independence #140 Style - in other words, if our founding fathers had Twitter. I have re-published his amusing account below. Found in the Twitter archives from July 4, 1776.
* independence would be a good idea. #independencenow http://bit.ly/usdoi
* The government should not mess with our rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. #abolishgov http://bit.ly/usdoi
* No one’s above the law #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* He’s neglecting us #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* He wants us to give up our rights in exchange for help #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Tweetup was too far #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Our friends were pushed out #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* No representation for us #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* The king’s stealing our money and not letting us run things #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Judicial representation now! #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Stop gov corruption #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Stop gov abuse #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Why is there an army on my street? #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Why is the military not independent? #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* England armies out of colonies now! #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* stop english army abuse now #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* let our markets be free #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Stop english taxes in the colonies #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* We want juries of our peers #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Don’t change jurisdictions on us #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* We are not Canada #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Give us our laws and charters back!!! #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Give us our legislature back!!! #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* You want war? Then we quit! #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Say not to death and destruction #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Mercenaries out of the colonies now! #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Friends should not be forced to turn on friends #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* The king’s not fostering law and order #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* We’ve tried talking this out but he won’t listen #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* We called, we wrote and only received insults as replies #kinggeorge #fail http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Our friends in the UK also tried but no one listened so war it is http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Independence now #tweetup #gousa http://bit.ly/usdoi
* Let’s hope this works out #gousa http://bit.ly/usdoi
June 20, 2010
"Dad is Awesome" Talking PhotoBelow is an adorable and compelling use of Fotobabble's very simple and easy-to-use technology. For Father's Day, Mom and kids create a 'talking photo' for their dad using a poem to share how much they love him and what makes him so special. People can get set up in minutes. Also check out the Ballpark All Stars Moms Contest using Fotobabble.
May 31, 2010
Ivan Neville's Dumpstaphunk Gets Santa Cruz Moving
The Santa Cruz Blues Festival is one of the Bay Area's Memorial Day weekend traditions, and Saturday's opening-day concert was a perfect introduction to the season, with a warm sun, cloudless sky, and happy dancing people stripping off winter clothes and starting on summer tans.
There were five performers on Saturday, including a group from New Orleans called Ivan Neville's Dumpstaphunk.
With a name like that you think of George Clinton and that's in there, but it sounded more Sly and the Family Stone with an extra bass and a rock-n-roll drum kit, almost like a funk garage band. I even thought about Edgar Winter a couple of times.
Two of the members are descendants of the Neville Brothers, with Ivan singing and talking from the keyboard like he was preaching from the choir, and Ian on lead guitar moving comfortably from funky counterpoint for the bass lines to guitar hero solos.
Ivan Neville Raymond Weber and Ian Neville
Drummer Raymond Weber played like the guy you want in charge of your Neighborhood Watch - substantial and secure without drawing attention to himself except when necessary.
What makes their sound, though, is that they have two bass players, Nick Daniels (below left) and Tony Hall (below right), and you can spend the entire set completely absorbed in what they are doing. Sometimes Daniels would put out a traditional funk sound while Hall would provide a lower rock-n-roll thump, at other times one line would be a quasi-solo with some wa-wa while the other was an accompaniment.
They used four-string and five-string basses to give them more range. With the variety in texture and pitch they often found that place between the bass and lead guitar, almost like the way violas sit between the violins and cellos in a symphony. It was always interesting and sounded new.
You'd worry that all this low funk would mean nothing but bass would be coming off the stage but the swirly keyboards and the vocals and Ian Neville's guitar, sometimes filling, sometimes virtuoso, all shone through. The absence of brass is another thing that gives this band a flavor that goes beyond traditional funk. It's bottom-heavy but doesn't get stuck in its swamp.
For the last number Ivan came off the keyboard and picked up the
that Hall had played for some of the numbers. Ian played a solo that
wouldn't have been out of place in early Pearl Jam and the rest of them
met in that perfect place where only music can takes you and not often enough and with their playing confirmed the
Nietzsche quote about how life without music would be a mistake.
What I liked most about the band was that I felt like I got to know them a little bit. I could imagine them playing around in the studio or a local club. There was nothing about their playing that made me think about market research, or that they built their sound or personality based on what someone told them would sell.
Some bands all you hear is how they sound like someone else, but not these guys. It's also easy to imagine them fitting into the ecumenical New Orleans soundscape, where the primary requirements are that you get your music to move and that you not be boring in how you do it.
May 09, 2010
Where I'm From: A Dedication to MothersI haven't had a mother in so long that I have to remind myself every Mother's Day that so many people still do. Scanning the web early this morning, I accidentally came across a series of poems around the theme of "Where I'm From," which is in so many ways an indirect and wonderful dedication to your mother.
I miss her calm and incredibly insightful way she looked at the world. Below my 5 minute creation she stands in her very "Leave it to Beaver" era, entertaining, giving, caring, nurturing, organizing and leading all at the same time. Below her is another "Where I'm From" poem I particularly liked - thanks Amanda, it brought a smile to my face.
WHERE I'M FROM
I am from a world where tanneries dictated lifestyle
And turn-of-the century European tastes dictated design
After leaving the tanneries, people sat on bar stools,
and drank coffee on diner stools on weekend mornings
They caught trout in the summer and darted moose in the winter
I am from a town that thinks they understand Republicans
Barber shops, dime stores, ice cream stands & hot dogs
Pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, Ham at Easter, hanging icicles at Xmas
High school football games, smoking in parking lots & climbing trees
Fishing in man-made canoes and shoveling snow off Aunt Betty's roof
Cigars, Van Halen, burgers, cows, county fairs & talent shows
A community buried in deprivation and alcoholism and hard work and soul
Long Sunday drives watching skaters & snowmobiles
Summer barbecues & mosquitoes that don't give up
Waterskiing on glass, snowboarding on ice
Lawn mowers, garage sales and lemonade stands
The lingering taste of French toast & blueberries
The lingering smell of Adirondack pine needles & acorns
The lingering view of lovers kissing across the bay
The lingering touch of the puppy we couldn't save
The lingering sound of purring motorboats that welcome the sunrise
And, of Mom's fingers playing Moon River on a turn-of-the-century Baldwin
The lingering feeling of my body surrendering to a swinging hammock that said.....
Surrender to silence my child, for the world in turn surrenders to a silent mind.
Gone but not Forgotten
I am from hairspray
From braces and rubberbands.
I am from lightning bugs
Fluttering in the summer night sky.
I am from Belle
The cute little puppy
We rescued from the pound
And Smoky the cat
Whose death still touches my heart.
I am from Papaw’s goulash
And Momma’s pumpkin pie
From Dad’s overbearing
Protectiveness of his little girl.
I am from outrageous.
Eleven foot Christmas trees.
And joyous Thanksgiving feasts.
I am from French immigrants.
From 1692 and New Paltz, New York.
I am from Louis Bevier and Marie Le Blanc.
I am from the American dream.
From broken despair and gained hope
I am the present, past, and future,
History in the making.
April 05, 2010
Turn Your Static Photos Into Living, Talking MasterpiecesTurn Your Static Photos into Living, Talking Pasterpieces, says Netted. Give Fotobabble a try.
December 25, 2009
Loss Always Provides An Opening SomehowToday, Christmas Day, I received sad news from an old childhood friend about the passing of another old childhood friend. After spending a chunk of time in Paris this month and knowing that I'm heading to Vegas soon for CES like I do ever year, the memories from an era and part of the world that seem so incredibly far away, are chilling but also bitter sweet.
You see, hearing about the loss of Jimmy Green (only 53) brings up countless vivid memories from a very simple life that would be hard to recapture in my life today unless I moved to a rural New Zealand village next to a lake, with no bandwidth or any hopes of getting it. And why go back? The future is the future and that's where we live our lives.
Yet, like a great old novel, there's nothing like an old childhood memory that brings up every taste, every sight, every sound, especially when it's so damn vivid that you can reach out and touch and feel its very core. You're so present with the moment that it becomes your current reality even if only for a flashing moment. Like being able to see and hear Jimmy Green's voice again (he had a great laugh), and saying "you were a great contribution to this planet."
But life moves on. In and around us, it moves, constantly surprising us with miracles and sad, shocking news, like this. Today, I also heard of another friend who just had a triple bypass, which came out of nowhere. Healthy, young, fit, but an awkward bout of heartburn suddenly had him in surgery. And then? Well, he's still with us, but other old friends are not so lucky, like Marc Orchant, who I continue to think of often.
What Jimmy's death did in addition to making me think of him and the best of childhood, was to reflect and sit still.
As I was making blueberry pancakes yesterday, this statement literally came out of mouth -- into the wide open space called air, with no one to hear it but my own ears. "I don't have time to be interesting anymore." I almost laughed out loud it sounded so absurd and yet......it felt more true than any other loud or quiet outburst of late.
It takes time to be present. It takes time to reflect. It takes time to sit. It takes time to hear. And only with presence, reflection, a voice, an ear and time, can you grow. When you're in a growth process, you ARE interesting.
It is in this place that you constantly ask questions, yearn for more, push boundaries and move beyond your comfort zone. Ahhhh, that comfort zone. It's a miracle every time you leave it, isn't it? Sometimes we just need reminding.
Christmas is intense for so many people because it brings up the best, the worst, the happiest moments in our lives and the saddest ones. The times we were closest to our families and the times we couldn't have been more misaligned. It brings up birth, rebirth and it brings up loss - all the people we may not see because they now live on the other side of the world or are no longer living.
Jimmy was part of my earliest memories. We lived on a lake in the Adirondacks, the other side of heaven as people who have visited may have to acknowledge if they spent enough time there.
Thanks for the memory Jimmy and to you for all that you brought to this world in your 53 years. Remember the old boat? I know you're seeing this wherever you are.
You will be missed.
November 01, 2009
Sabra from Altran Wishes You Happy Halloween
I love Halloween.....it was a great opportunity to be purple. This year, I created an image in my mind (mainly because I wanted to be purple) and in that image, alien engineer Sabra from the planet Altran in Galaxy WangaShee, was born.
This character has a deep voice, she's working on open source telepathy, is miffed by the fact that laptops don't come in rainbow colors and the fact that you can't use them to order food for instant consumption.
She is also dealing with a merger back in her galaxy between Sprintikon and Morgishan Wireless, which has resulted in all Altranites being forced into 3 year mobile plans which no longer include free external calls beyond their galaxy. They are contemplating war.
Meet Sabra - I had fun being her and am so into character with this one that I'm half expecting a screen to appear before I head to bed with KitchKong's face on it, asking for her Earth visit progress and his daily question of why humanoids are so mediocre? "Help me understand Sabra...."