Wanted: One Early Spring

Help! I ordered one on Groundhog Day weeks ago but it seems to be taking too long to arrive, making me think it got lost in the mail. So I am posting this in the hopes someone has one hanging around that they are tired of. A melt would do.

Will trade for maple syrup once the sap begins to run. And I get myself dug out.

Please hurry, this snowbank is beginning to affect my normally cheery outlook on life.

(And to the party that offered me sixteen blow dryers, thanks but I tried that last year and got iced in.)

On Connecting and Negotiating for the Bed

Meet Peanut. We're friends and we live together. We met online, just like most of us here. He came to me as a rescue dog.

Peanut was his name when we met and, because he seemed partial to it, I didn't feel the need to change it.

The first day I brought him home I gave him a tour of the house and told him it was his home too. That may have been a mistake.

He immediately laid claim to my bed.

After a few nights on the floor, and some negotiations, he let me share it with him.

Sparkle Versus Art

I love washing dishes.

In fact, I am known in certain circles as the King of Dishwashers. Over the years I have painstakingly developed my patented 'technique' and I thought for a while I had taken dish washing to an art form. But I was mistaken. In the end, there is no difference between a dish that I clean and one that you clean. My dishes are not special. (deep sigh)

True art is no pile of plates. It speaks to people in a way that no stack of sparkle can. Dancers, writers, artists, designers, musicians – anyone involved in the development of creative communications all have a unique destination. Technique may be a tool to help get there but it's not the end of the journey... technique is not art.

We have all seen, heard, tasted and experienced excellent pieces – a sink full of technique, but somehow without substance. Great skill but, gee... it's missing something. The kitchen may be tidy but it's been tidy before.

Technique is all about the 'how.' Inspiration is about the 'why.' And when we focus on the message, how we get there (all the tricks and technology and sparkle) begins to matter less.

We concentrate on technique while we learn. Then, for the lucky few, there comes a magical time when knowingly or unknowingly, we make the giant leap from scrubbing pots to producing passion. The work makes a statement. It comes from the heart. It is art.

It is inspirational.

 

The Unscientific Moon

5:45 a.m. A bright winter moon lights the way for a pup who needs out after a long night. Einstein once said that he gained solace knowing the moon was there, even if he wasn't looking at it. 

This morning I looked. And I remembered that when I grew up the moon was made of cheese and you always looked for the man in the moon. Love meant spooning under the moon in June - the same moon that the cow jumped over. The very same moon that shone on that river for Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer's "Moon River" for a lovely Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's...

The same moon that lit the path for Hans Christian Anderson in 1840, while he wrote "What the Moon Saw."

The same moon that shone down upon me waiting at the kitchen door this morning. 

One night when you're looking for a sense of permanence in your hectic world, look up with an unscientific eye.

About Nothing in Particular

If you can perceive nothing as a space for something new, then maybe anything can happen and everything is possible. Allow everything to be nothing once in a while: a space for new somethings...

Casting a Long Shadow

7:45 a.m. You don't really expect idioms to pop into your head while standing in minus double-digit temperatures with a pooper scooper in one hand and a baggie of poop in the other. At least I don't.

I do remember counting my blessings that there was very little wind to increase the chill and cause my eyes to water.

Then I realized the winter sun seemed more immediate somehow today. We hadn't had sun in a few days and perhaps it was more energetic because it had been resting behind the clouds for quite a while.

I happened to glance over into the next yard to where a large branch had fallen last autumn. Clean, early light shone brightly through the trees behind it, giving the unwanted branch more influence on it's surroundings, causing it to...  cast a long shadow.

There it was. Bold as brass. Completely unbidden. Astounding how that happens.

Revealed: The Chocolate Connection!

The Saint Valentine's Day massacre involved the murder of seven people in prohibition era Chicago, on Feb. 14, 1929. It is recorded in history as a settling of accounts between two powerful gangs; the South Side Italian gang led by Al Capone and the North Side Irish gang led by Bugs Moran. It was said Capone ordered it after Bugs' gang machine-gunned Al Capone's headquarters. But this recently uncovered photo reveals this might not be the case. It may have been all about chocolate.

The above photo (from an unnamed source) shows the crowd gathering in front of the scene of the crime following the shoot-out; reported at the time as the S.M.C. Cartage Co... But take a close look. It's really a chocolate shop.

Chicago News Photo, 1927

This is the photo that was published that day. We can see it was obviously cleverly retouched to remove the sign above the location of the crime. But why?

Leaked information from documents buried for 84 years reveal the clash that day may not have been about the war over control of prohibition whiskey or gang turf at all. It was evidently more personal than that. Both Capone and Moran had a secret addiction to chocolate and it was actually competition over a totally legal shipment of the tasty confection that lured the Moran men to the shop. (Moran himself was late, finishing a chocolate shake at his local soda fountain, and therefore avoided being killed.)

A sympathetic press at the time agreed with all sides that this would not look good. If it was revealed to the world that this event had taken place over candy, it would instantly make the gangland mystique a laughingstock. Hershey bars were said to be exchanged to facilitate the cover-up, and the photo and written facts were revised to remove the chocolate connection totally. 

But of course, the conspiracy of silence could not be totally subverted. People in the know since that day have shared a wink as they give the gift of chocolate on Valentine's Day. And so began the tradition...

And now you know. WikiLeaks; eat your heart out.

Electronic File Sharing

Sometimes you just have to express a feeling. Simply. And if you can, that's magic.

The Beauty of Impermanence

Life has become increasingly complicated. To cope, we're told to try to balance our work and life, balance our budgets, balance our diet, maintain our psychic equilibrium and weigh the good vs bad within our personal sense of justice.

Artists, designers, photographers and illustrators all strive every day for  the perfect combination of color, composition, visual and layout.

Nowhere is this whole concept epitomized better than in the balancing act of rock vs wind vs current in the Remic Rapids, Ottawa River, Canada.

In 2011, Ottawa artist John Felice Ceprano will be celebrating 25 years of creating his rock sculptures on the river. He puts up these creations every year, knowing that they are subject to the ravages of nature. In truth, it's part of the reason they are so valuable. Inherent in the process of attempting to create balance is the reason for creation itself. And vital to this process is its impermanence.

Because all who view these creations know that eventually; perhaps in a few moments, days, or during the ravages of winter - they fall. It's meant to be.

Who hasn't done something that we hoped might last but knew deep down it may not, and all the while believing it was a worthwhile expenditure of energy? Answer: every single one of us worth our salt.

We all set things up so they work and none of us should be surprised when the wind or waves come along to say "Ha! Gotcha!"

And then, with renewed energy, we begin again.

Footnote: Although I am not a Buddhist, I note with interest that impermanence is understood by Buddhists as one of the three marks of existence.

On Tiddly-Work

Photo/Illustration: M. Wissenz/R. MacIvor

Get this. Now, corporations and businesses are taking a long look at allowing, encouraging and even scheduling times for play. Experts are lauding the value of fun activities at the office, saying it reduces staff turnover, creates a happier workplace and makes people more productive.

Utter bunk.

My father is rolling over in his grave. Just the thought of incorporating play at work would have raised eyebrows in his day. Work was for work. Period. You worked hard all day and then came home, ate dinner, watched the news and then worked at something else.

Incorporating play into the workplace is nothing but the next generation of modern-leadership-zenning-itself-into-their-happy-place gone awry. This is where the brilliant minds who gave us "Jeans Friday" and the casual workplace have lead us.

Excuse the bad play on words, but play at work will never work. First, you have to teach grown-ups what play is again. There would have to be studies commissioned, courses and workshops would have to be offered costing a huge amount of person-hours, not to mention consultants' fees. Then you have to define what types of play are allowable and during what time periods... Plus, if you have a variety of lifestyles, religions, races and ages in your office you have to take into account personal sensitivities, and age-appropriateness. Can you imagine asking an avid animal rights activist to play Pin the Tail on the Donkey? I don't think so.

What are you supposed to tell a client? "Oh, I'm sorry I can't make it at 1 pm on Thursday, that's our Tiddly-Winks time?" Or try asking your next customer to excuse the noise from the Giggle-Belly session next door... again, I don't think so.

Besides, what if you don't want to play some silly game? What if you want to actually work? Increased productivity comes from applying yourself to your job and not from shooting Nerf balls into waste basket hoops. You're supposed to be miserable at work.

I'm with my father on this one. Play is for kids. (If there are no chores to be done. Or homework. Or music lessons...)

Friday with Icing

Ah,  fleet of wee flickering flakies,
I beg you come and see
what a wonderful winter gathering
I have planned for thee. 

Up high upon my arms of fur,
lies a rosy roost for all.
Upon each busty branch of needles
all gatherers reign tall!

For when we gather together
joining voices on a bough,
the song we tell the world portrays
the magic of  'just now'.

RM 

(apologies to all poets everywhere)

Buy In Mapping

You may not know me as a very disciplined professional but trust me, I try. :o)

The idea of being able to understand the scenario that best enables people to buy into a worthy cause in today's world of social media (and what that looks like graphically) has been an interest to me for many years. There are so many worthwhile causes out there - with very limited resources - an understanding of the factors that allow the public to invest in a cause may lead to more success in fund raising... and possibly a formula for future best practices.

How do we connect effectively with people who dare to care?

Perhaps mapping it out in a graphic manner may give us a reference to relate to, react to and give us a platform to base future planning.

The above schematic is admittedly preliminary (based on a model that many of you may recognize) and I'd love to get any feedback you might offer.

I would be pleased to present your considered revisions in this post as I get comments. Stay tuned!

Cheers, Rand

Sweet...

On Personal Triumphs

Every year in a small town called Sheffield Mills, Nova Scotia, is a four-day event called The Eagle Watch festival. Sheffield Mills is a small town (population 414) where visitors to the official festival website are prominently warned that the shoulders of the road are not as wide as they appear and are advised to park half-on and half-off the road to avoid snow camouflaged ditches. Down-east folks are thoughtful like that. (And they never think to charge for parking.)

Farmers, who once killed the eagles as pests, now lay out a huge breakfast for the raptors and are nice enough to invite those interested to stop by for their own seven-dollar breakfast and to share in the beauty of the largest colony of wintering eagles in eastern North America. Over 2,000 attend from all over. It's a celebration.

Eagles here had once dwindled to pretty well nothing. Now their population is close to 500. It struck me when I saw the photos taken last weekend by my niece Dawna just how able the human race is – to scratch up enough determination to rebound from a situation of almost total destruction and to find meaning and exaltation in the beauty of what transpires from the result.

And it's not just the human race as a whole. This reflects back on us all in small personal triumphs – when we allow ourselves the 'air' to turn what once were dire problems into cause for celebration. Because after all, hey, it's never too late until it is.

Thanks Dawna, for inspiring me to remember that we all have the ability to take ourselves, our communities and our planet, as John Milton once stated, "Where the deep transported mind may soar."

Art In Reflection

When we focus our eyes a bit differently; when we open up our minds to new directions... a window becomes not only something to look into but a refection of the culture that surrounds us.

Consider the possibility that the gift of creativity is inherent all of us who learn to pause in our busy day to be observant and find expression in obtuse things – even accidental imagery in a computer screen.

The act of 'noticing' gives us the opportunity to lose ourselves in the only alternative universe readily available to us all. It is a quality of vision that people normally find intrusive and ignore. But choosing to enter this universe allows a coffee pot to be infused with a dynamic once unnoticed.

Reflected back to us, the world becomes somehow much less threatening and perhaps a bit wonderfully reversed. 

And what was just a car window becomes blue skies, visible while looking down... and not up.

"Happiness resides in imaginative reflection and judgment." George Santayana (1863 – 1952. Spanish philosopher, essayist, poet and novelist) 

Old Site/New Site

You may already know that we've been busy working on a rebrand for the McMaster Savings and Credit Union (loved by but not officially affiliated with the University) and one of the largest components of the exercise (after the logo itself) is the redesign of their web site and other collateral. Thanks to the talents of co-workers Steve (the Great) and Simon (the Supreme), we've cobbled together a striking but simple site that combines functionality and highlights benefits in an uncluttered and striking manner. (The top image, if you haven't figured it out by now, is the old site.)

The large visual on the home page, now showing a key message from the brand strategy, will be used over time as a billboard of sorts. This image and the message below will be changed to reflect ongoing marketing activities in order to add a consistency of messaging across all media (print and broadcast ads, brochures, bus shelters, direct mail, etc.) and build brand equity.

Amazing Cure for the Common Vending Machine!

I confess. I have had many tender, loving moments with vending machines in waiting rooms, college campuses, airports, bus stations, food courts, hallways, stadiums, subways and malls. When all was shut tight these monoliths of light – these providers of lifesaving sustenance were there for me. I cannot count how many times they have given me solace when no other would. Just thinking about our times together brings a tear to my weary eye.

All this time I didn't realize they were ill. 

Sadly, modern science has identified a fatal condition. These purveyors of crunchy treats and refreshing libations are carrying a hereditary genetic condition called a "Parasitic Load" (pictured above). It's an invisible, dastardly creature which has been passed on unknowingly from generation to generation – one who just loves to insatiably suck power when it is not necessary. 

Luckily there is a cure! Vending machines who used to be enslaved and forced to run 24/7 in order to feed this parasite are now being vaccinated with small computer chips programmed to mercifully shut them down when their services are not needed (with timers to revive them when they are). The results from clinical studies are amazing, according to reports in leading medical journals. They not only cure energy loss but save folks tens of thousands a year in associated costs. 

Thank heaven for modern medicine!

Robert Burns - A Story of Poetry and Prolific Love

On January 25th of each year, Scottish descendants celebrate "Robbie Burns Day." Today, his 252nd birthday, will be celebrated by the serving of a dish called Haggis; made from the organs of a sheep, boiled in a bag made from the sheep's stomach. I hear a "wee dram" of whiskey helps it all go down. 

You may know of Robert Burns, Scottish Poet. Chances are you've sung "Auld Lang Syne" on New Years Eve. "A Red, Red Rose" has been turned into a song by Carly Simon. Bob Dylan selected the same Burns' poem as having the biggest effect on his life. And John Steinbeck who wrote 'The Grapes of Wrath' took a title from the Burns' poem 'To a Mouse', which read: "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men / Gang aft agley". "Man Was Made to Mourn" was referenced in speeches by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and, subsequently, by Barack Obama.

He is also heralded in some circles as the Casanova of Scotland. According to casual research Robert Burns' love life was prolific. In the same year as he achieved his first fame as a poet, Jean Armour (later, his wife) produced twins while he swayed between her and Mary Campbell (Highland Mary). During this time he also fathered a child to a servant girl called May Cameron. On his next visit to Edinburgh the same thing happened with another servant girl. Simultaneously, he was in a passionate relationship with the respectable Agnes M’Lehose. His great song of parting "Ae fond kiss and then we sever" was written for her. Shortly after, Jean Armour, back in Ayrshire, produced another set of twins by him. He eventually married Jean and settled in the town of Dumfries in the south of Scotland where he died in 1796 at the age of 37 of a heart condition. He had nine children with Jean in total (only three survived infancy) but managed another with the niece of the landlady of the Globe Inn in Dumfries.

All of which goes to lend new meaning to his quote, "Fear no labor." :o)

Jack Frost Art

For those of you from warmer climates, who may not have witnessed this remarkable event, this is a picture of frost patterns on one of my windows this morning. British Isles folklore attribute this phenomena to an elfish character named Jack Frost.

Well, with the temperature at a bone chilling -22 degrees C, Jack Frost appeared to be the only one outside having fun...

You can tell by this photo where the name "fern frost" came from.

Ain't nature grand?

Deep Freeze Birdhouse

Minus double digit temps and an outing with the dog prompted this shot of an old birdhouse I'd bought several years ago from a locally well-known craftsman in rural Nova Scotia.

Have been playing with a free app for the iPhone called Instagram which allows you to take a photo, apply one of several filters and post it to the Instagram site to share (and at the same time post them to your social media sites).

Here are two examples of the filters available... trés neat!

The Upgrade Equation

The Upgrade Equation. It's a mathematical quotient: How many times do "you" go into "upgrades" to equal "success?" Answer: constantly. But how?

Popular culture leads us to think we need to measure personal upgrades in two ways: 1) Purchase state-of-the-art technology... and 2) Learn how to use it – take classes, bug friends, get tips from colleagues and sweat over online tutorials. It's all good.

We buy. And we learn. Then a month later, enter that guy on the corner, online or at the computer store – Pssst! – the guy who has the ultimate upgrades just for you. It's the elastic nature of commerce. And we're lead to believe it's exactly what we need to equal success in whatever we do.

But friends, I humbly submit, there is a third essential and totally necessary upgrade that we're not always taught; because it's free. It's the ability our supercomputer (read brain) gives us to constantly upgrade our thought processes, knowledge and skills in art, intuition, poetry, process, wisdom, empathy, concepts, emotions and passion. Apart from being free, there's a reason this isn't highlighted on websites, stores and brochures. It entails making technology work for us instead of the other way around.

If we rely only on each new technology upgrade for our measure of success, are we not becoming more and more dependent on technological solutions (and its artificial support) for our definition of personal success?

If so, maybe we are really just trading canes for wheelchairs.

Rant over. :o)

See and Say

I see what people are saying for the most part.

Seeing what people are saying is not just listening, but you knew that. Gathering meaning from people's words is not just a matter of hearing but it's a cognitive experience; inserting wisdom, intuition and interpretation behind the words and therefore attributing value to what otherwise is a mere string of words.

When we're lucky, words become not just words. Strung together in a magical manner they become visions, concepts, ideas – with bonus thoughts sprouting and growing new, fresh experiences.

Great leaders inspire with words. Friends console, validate and invigorate with them. Wonderful personalities around us help us give shape and meaning to our lives, prompting us to do more; daring us to stretch ourselves and become something more than we ever possibly could have without them.

Of Stores and Stories

A cruise through "downtown funk" this afternoon revealed a landscape of color and character, stores with untold stories of days gone by. This happens to be Mytown, Canada but as I drove I imagined this could be Anytown, Anywhere today.

Remember when shopping was a walk down the block to the store? When a night out was over to the local Italian, Chinese restaurant or diner, and when everyone from the neighborhood knew everyone from the neighborhood? Okay, perhaps not. We've evolved swiftly.

Disappearing are the days when shopkeepers would sweep their sidewalks, serve their community and bring home gossip to tell their family. Now we tell tales of new big box stores, bulk savings and internet shopping. We don't walk down the block (or the hallway for that matter) to speak to one another anymore. We text, we tweet and we facebook.

Should we miss these stories of local color and character; tales of days gone by? Perhaps we should listen to the well tread sidewalks and fading storefronts for the whispers of distant, simpler days... now passing into the shadows.

If the end is near, I will only say this: I had an old dog once. I suspected her time was coming to a close and so did she. I continued to take her for walks and towards the end I let her take me where she wanted to go and tell me when to go home. We relished each other's company to the end.

Perhaps we can do the same for local small businesses before they too are gone.

Nothing Is Dangerous And Everything Is

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