You don’t have to win the Superbowl or have a 7,000 square foot home to be the best. On any given day, at a single moment, you might be the best at something and everyone will be looking at you. That’s what this commercial says to me. “Fifteen minutes of fame?” Whatever! Fifteen minutes of awesome, more like it. And when you get your 15-minutes, make it really, really awesome.
10/23/2009
10/07/2009
Random, Part 6 – South Park, Verve Pipe, Family Life
Today, I’m at Borders. This free Wi-Fi is the best I’ve ever experienced. Consider me impressed. Can’t find a power outlet to save my life, but my battery is charged, so for today, management will be spared my tirade (and patrons will be spared my 100-ft orange extension chord)
In a stark contrast to the next part of this blog entry, South Park premiers tonight. “Ike Has a Secret”. Hard to believe South Park‘s been on for over a decade. If I could embed the video preview, I would, but I can’t, so click here.
The Verve Pipe (remember the song “Freshman”?) reunited and released this children’s CD. Click the link. You can listen/stream the entire CD. Me? I kinda like it. I really have to convince myself this emo-angst-ridden Gen X group, and their lead singer, Brian Vanderark, are truly capable of being this upbeat. But once I’m sold on that, I’m buying the CD.
This morning was nice. I shined shoes and taught my 5-year-old son to shine his shoes. I let my 6-year-old daughter do my hair. Both did great jobs. The boy used a sock, some polish, and worked the leather real nice. Then he buffed and shined them with expert form and precision. The girl took a little Aveda molding mud in her palm, rubbed her hands together, and then deftly sculpted my coif even better than I do it myself.
Either this was just a sweet, beautiful bonding moment between me and my two children, or I’ve discovered something each has an aptitude for and they may never aspire to anything greater. What if, right?
Oh, and my workout-slash-running song of the day* is “Meant to Live” by Switchfoot. They don’t allow embedding of the song (which is crap), but add it to your workout mix, y’all. Check out the lyrics!
Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s bent for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly[Chorus]
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live insideDreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken[Chorus]
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeahWe were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live
* all “songs of the day” are intended to be played and enjoyed at very high volume
10/06/2009
Random, Part 5
I know a guy writing a book. Let’s say this “book” was going to be an autobiography. And let’s say that this “autobiography” was going to tell a tale of a pretty normalish, average, Midwestern, applie-pie eatin’ and baseball watchin’ kinda guy? And let’s also say the guy writing the autobiography wasn’t really a famous columnist or personality, never fought in a war, never rescued anyone from a burning building, has more debt than he has money in the bank, and mainly was just a collection of kinda interesting essays, toasts, and speeches he’s either (a) given or (b) imagined himself giving to some small audiences?
Would you buy that book? What if you had $5 coupon to the bookstore and you knew the guy who wrote it? What if it was out on paperback? What if the book was part “story” and part “motivational” and part “cookbook?” What if the book had 20 blank, lined pages near the back where you could take notes? What if there were drawings from the author in that book? And what if that book was kinda, sorta like quite a few other books already out there?
How many copies can I advance order you? What? You’re not sold?
Here’s the thing about writing a book. (A) If you are not rich, accomplished, or famous already, it’s fair to wonder why anyone would ever read your book. (B) When I go to a bookstore (or library), there are thousands and thousands of books not sitting in the “best seller” racks or on the “staff favorites” tables and I wonder …”did those poor fools really think anyone would buy their books?” (sometimes guilt overcomes me and I will randomly select a book from a random section and buy it, and then I’ll just wonder what that author will think when he gets his monthly book-sales statement and how happy he’ll be that he won’t be charged back for unsold inventory ..makes me feel like a hero). (C) Should I call my book Jerry Kotter and the Sorcerer’s Stoned so that it gets listed on Amazon in the “people who bought this book also bought” section by the Harry Potter books and the Welcome Back Kotter tell-all books …and books about magic and marijuana? And finally, (D) are these ideas really my own? I live in constant fear that every good idea I’ve ever had is simply me forgetting where I heard that brilliant and original idea in the first place. Like, when I did stand-up, this one time, I wrote a joke about animal pick-up lines, and someone watching my act walked up to me afterwards and said, “not very cool that you took so-and-so’s jokes right off his CD.” I didn’t do it on purpose, but at the time I “wrote” those jokes, I swore they were divinely entering my brain.
So, to any published authors who might read my future book I have yet to finish, publish, promote, or sell, and if you end up reading your exact thoughts and ideas nearly verbatim …I swear …I didn’t steal your ideas on purpose.
And have I blogged about this before? Another challenge I face when writing is that I write in 4 or 5 different places, I don’t catalog my ideas, and its very possible I’ve written the same things over and over again.
Another challenge I face when writing is that I write in 4 or 5 different places, I don’t catalog my ideas, and its very possible I’ve written the same things over and over again.
Get it? Well, at any rate, I’m taking my first two chapters of my book …er …this “guy I know’s” book, to my writing club next week and we’ll see what they think.
Why can’t my blog embed video using html code? I’m beginning to really hate WordPress. Click the link below for something cool to watch.
Blog and Website Workshop from Wizard Academy on Vimeo.
Luckily, Miley Cyrus’s hit song, “Party in the USA” embeds just fine.
10/02/2009
Inspiration, Part 2 – spunkybean and more…
I love when I walk into a Caribou Coffee at lunch and the premium table and writing spot, with the perfect Feng Shui, and a power outlet, is vacant and I can plop right down into it.
I hate when, on my way to Caribou, I think of something clever to write, and then forget it by the time I get there.
I’m writing a huge, self-indulgent email to promote myself. By now, people are either sick of me, laughing at me, or secretly planning my demise. I hope there’s a few who, well, still like me and read what I’m writing, and ‘click’ on the links I send them (after all, I don’t worry so much about who reads what, so long as they ‘clicked’ on the article).
Did I ever think my accomplishments would be measured by a ‘click’? At one point in my life, I’m sure I thought applause and whistling would be great measures of my success …now …’clicky’, ‘clicky.’
Either way, it’s Self Promotion Month, so look for an email from me begging you to read everything I do. It should consume most of your day, every day.
I started a 3-day challenge through my affiliation with Mel Robbins and her gang. That ended today. I came pretty close to my goals. I wrote 3-things every day, landed a new social media consultation client, and was asked to submit a writing sample for another writer-motivator-blog-guy. I want to write “funny”, but I guess I’m becoming “serious” or “preachy”. Won’t my kids be happy when they are teenagers and their Dad has spent the better part of a decade writing Up With People-Happy-Happy Feel-Good essays?
“Come on, kids. You can’t control the bully at school and your mean teacher, but you can control how you react to them. Remember that book I read you about the Holocaust survivor and his approach to certain death, torture, and the loss of his entire family? Oops. Sorry I burnt your toast. But it’s OK, from each mistake we make, we learn a lesson.”
They’ll hate me.
Read my Mad Men article.
Tonight I’m going to see funny man Norm MacDonald at The Royal Oak Music Theater. I hope he doesn’t do these exact jokes, because I already laughed at them just now.
Oh, and here’s a company where I think it’d be fun to work.