Just got wind of this news: basically, my blogging platform of choice at Posterous.com is being discontinued.
So in case posts are even slower than usual here, we can pin partial blame on me frantically migrating the blog to a new home.
Not sure how this'll look yet but it'll likely be housed in my new business venture, ThatGuyWriting.com .
Also of note is my Wordpress.com blog.
My thoughts on Valentine’s this year turn to a story called Blue Rose Tuesdays, from the book The End of Religion by Bruxy Cavey. Bruxy’s a pastor just outside Toronto running one of Canada’s largest churches, a multi-site collection of congregations I find to be one of the world’s most intriguing faith communities to boot. Still, I post this because the crux of the story Bruxy tells feels more far-reaching than simply applying it to religion. Although you’ll like see the connection here. I’ve just included the story itself, and enthusiastically encourage you to pick up the book to help justify me whole-hog posting one of the two most memorable things in it.
Bob and Sue Prunebottom were a few years into their marriage when Sue felt the need to challenge Bob on the lack of romance they were experiencing. Gone were the days when he had initiated exciting and unexpected events that brought the two of them together romantically. Now their marriage consisted of a steady diet of predictable rituals and routines that maintain stability but lacked passion. This was, understandably, not enough for Sue. Bob agreed and committed to taking the initiative to help rekindle some of the former romance they had shared together.
One Tuesday evening, around six thirty, the doorbell rang: DING DONG. Sue went to the door to find little Maureen Tupperman, their usual babysitter. Sue was surprised since she knew she hadn’t booked Maureen, and she was even more surprised when Maureen explained: “Mr. Prunebottom booked me.” Now this was a first. Bob had called the babysitter all on his own?Sure enough, Bob came to the door, welcomed in little Maureen, and asked Sue to head upstairs and put on whatever she would enjoy wearing out on the town. Wow. Romance was returning.Sue came down minutes later in a beautiful red dress and off they drove together. They pulled into the parking lot of a fancy little Italian restaurant. As they walked in the front door, they were cheerfully greeted by the manager. “Your table is all ready, Mr. Prunebottom,” he said with a knowing smile. Then he led the couple to a charming candlelit table for two in the back corner of the restaurant. Waiting for Sue at her place setting was a card with her name on it. She opened it up to see something beautiful. It wasn't the usual Hallmark special with the prefab message and Bob's signature. It was a simple card with no factory message on the inside, but a deeply thoughtful, handwritten note from Bob about his love for - and delight with – Sue.As the evening progressed, Bob and Sue enjoyed a truly meaningful conversation over candlelight and wine. When the dessert came, Bob reached under the table and pulled out Sue's favorite flower – a single, stunning blue rose. His thoughtfulness down to the last detail was a precious gift to Sue, and she was moved to tears.That week was one of the most wonderful weeks of their married life. Bob's intentionality, mindfulness, and creative initiative filled Sue with renewed hope for the future. And Bob was feeling like he had become the husband he always wanted to be. “How can I make this last?” Bob wondered.The next Tuesday night, at exactly six thirty, the doorbell rang: ding, dong. Sure enough, it was young Maureen Tupperman. Sue was again taken aback, especially when she learned that Mr. Prunebottom had made the arrangements again. Two weeks in a row! thought Sue. I could get used to this!She did think it was a bit odd when Bob encouraged her to put on that same red dress that she wore the previous week, but gladly made herself ready for another night out together. As she pulled into the parking lot of the same little Italian restaurant, Sue thought to herself that Bob might not get full marks for creativity this time, but a night out was a night out, and she would be happy with their evening together. She was again touched to find a card waiting for her at the same table at the back of the restaurant. But her delight turned to disappointment when she saw that Bob had written almost exactly the same words on the inside. Now the evening was beginning to feel not romantic but just plain weird. Refusing to draw attention to Bob's lack of creativity, Sue determined to enjoy the night. Bob ordered them the exact same meal as the week previous, And as the evening moved forward Sue became aware of how he manipulated their conversation to cover basically the same relational territory as the week before. Now Sue could almost hear the Twilight Zone theme playing in the back of her mind. Whenever she tried to take their conversation in a new direction, Bob seems to find a way to bring it back to the same issues, the same questions, even the same jokes that passed between them the former Tuesday. For Sue, the evening went from feeling weird to feeling suffocating. A part of her wanted out, yet another part wanted her to give Bob every benefit of the doubt. Perhaps the joke would soon end. It came as no surprise that when dessert arrived on the reached under the table and pulled out – you guessed it – a single blue rose. Sue received with polite gratitude, but the tears that welled up in her eyes this night were for a different reason.Bob and Sue enjoyed a cordial but mildly distant relationship that week, until the following Tuesday evening, at six thirty, when Sue heard: ding, dong. Once again, Bob manipulated suit through a scripted evening of supposedly romance. Very little was different from the previous two Tuesdays. Now Sue was plainly discouraged. Sure enough, the following Tuesday at six thirty: ding, dong. And that week later: ding, dong. And so on, and so forth, Tuesday after Tuesday, blue rose after blue rose.And today, if you were to ask Bob how his marriage is doing, he would probably smile with a sense of accomplishment and say, “I romance my wife religiously.” He might even boast about finding the secret to a successful relationship and encourage you to follow his system for a healthy marriage.If you were to ask Sue how things were going, you know you would get a different take on things. Most likely, she would burst into tears and then tell you she feels trapped, imprisoned in a loveless relationship by someone who means well, but who doesn't have a sweet clue what relationship is all about.
note: I grabbed the bulk of this text from this page here where you'd also see the stuff I clipped out, if you're curious.
Wishing you a wonderful Valentine's Day!
This year I'm launching a new business, ThatGuyWriting Brand Consultancy.
I could tell you more but then I'd have to kill you I'll leave it as simple as this for the time being.
For those looking for the family-style updates I plunk on this site:
Christmastime was deliciously unbalanced for us, just like this bit of decoration our 2-year-old did with 5 of 8 of these Christmas balls on our tree. Thanks for everyone who contributed (if you're reading this and caring, then yes, you contributed).
Some of you mayn't know: our second is due this March. Happy New Year indeed.
Coming 2013 posts include a 3-parter on What'sThe Draw?
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~ This is the only post I've slated here for the rest of 2012. ~
One post? Seriously?
Expert opinion suggests updating blogs every day or every 5 days or every week or something. I'm challenging that notion this year: there’s no way any human being needs to feel the need to “publish” something that regularly. Especially during this big holiday month where there'll be no shortage of messages coming at you.
So THIS is the only post I'm planning for the balance of the year.
It's a break.
I hope it's a welcome one.
Because the other thing I read about blogs is to challenge established notions.
Which also jives with Seth Godin's occasional recommend for us to break the system.
~ in case of boredom, break habits ~
You might be here because you followed one of my rabbit-trail posts here and were intrigued. If you're looking for something interesting to look at, some new info to take in... my first notion is "Why?". Perhaps a telling little internal exploration. Speaking of telling little internal explorations, my other thought is: if you're looking for something intriguing/thought-provoking/compelling, it might already be in you.
Consider sitting yourself down with a blank page (or Word doc) and see what you've got in you.
I'm pretty sure it'd be pretty good.
Alternately, you can also feel free to re-visit my posts from the season last year when, ironically, I felt compelled to do the opposite tack and post right on Christmas Day.~ hey man, let's just chill ~
In the middle of everything that's going on, I'd love for you to just chill.
This is my blanket wish for everyone I love:
to have opportunity to opt a little less into social media, and conversely, a little more into actual in-person socializing. Surround yourself with family and friends. Just be. Relax. Be yourself.~ my ironic "game" this month ~
I'm also taking as much a break from constant social media checking as I can muster.
Ironically, my social media call-outs are set to go. But they're all pointing here.
Is that a weird part of my game? Does it bug you? Drop me a line and let me know.
Speaking of the game, there'll likely be some big changes to how I post/blog in the New Year. Part of the reason I'm taking this #blogbatical is to re-focus and redefine my communications channels. So please remember me & this space circa Jan 3, 2013!...~ credit where credit is due ~
The cover image is the first-ever illustrated commission on this blog, courtesy LaJolee, a new local source for Illustration, Design and Illustratorly Merch. Check out the site, there's more fun stuff where this came from. I was super-glad to have collaborated on it.
My pretty-close-to-full moustache Mo-Mo, fruit of my month-long #Movember efforts, was posted yesterday on my Movember page.
Thanks to everyone for your support: monetary, in spirit, and otherwise.
Hats off to my brother Hin for:
I'd post an After but it should be pretty close to that Day 1 picture on my Mo page.
(for you last-minute-ers, there's still a day to give to the cause!).
Elements of Healthy Style
Health Rule
Eat well. Get your nutrition -including naturally occurring vitamins and minerals - from real, whole food that is as close to nature as possible. Don't trust anything that comes out of a blender, juicer, or glass jar. Buy frozen fruits and vegetables or "fresh flash-frozen" over what many supermarkets sell as just fresh. It's hard to summarize nutritional recommendations in a list, but below is a list of general recommendations. Understanding the complex nature of nutrition is a more important principle, but lists can be helpful tools:
1. Moderation.
2. Eat on a regular schedule - it doesn't matter how many meals, just regular timing. No snacking. (You'll learn the importance of maintaining such strict regularity shortly.)
3. Eat cold-water fish a minimum of three times per week (e.g., salmon, sardines, tuna, rainbow trout, anchovies, herring, halibut, cod, black cod, mahimahi, etc.).
Exception: It's better to avoid fish than to consume any fish that is not recommended by SeafoodWatch.org, which keeps a running record of safe, ocean-friendly seafood.
4. Choose a multicolo(u)red diet.
5. Drink red wine (one glass a night) five nights per week - unless you're at high risk for breast cancer.
6. Eat a good-fat diet - not a low-fat diet.
7. Read Michael Pollan's In Defense of Food - it's the best book on food.
Here's a 3min Movember video set to Rudyard Kipling's "If".
Also a subtle-ish reminder that my Mo-gress is posted on my official Movember page.
