This book arrived in the mail at the end of last week… i’ll let the video below do the explaining and, then I’m probably going to blog about some [if not all] of the people/brands/organisations in the book.
I could have picked dozens of Robin Williams film clips… Dead Poets Society has so many profoundly brilliant moments and had a bit of an impact on me when it came out… I was thirteen… Williams death is tragic, he was 63 years old.
I have started to write occasionally on Medium here.
Medium is a new place on the Internet where people share ideas and stories that are longer than 140 characters and not just for friends. It’s designed for little stories that make your day better and manifestos that change the world. It’s used by everyone from professional journalists to amateur cooks. It’s simple, beautiful, collaborative, and it helps you find the right audience for whatever you have to say. [Read more here]
It’s not about a platform or method that replaces or is better/rivals this blog… but, sometimes posts don’t fit here as instantly. For example, I might want to write a longer or alternate version of something I’ve posted here.
I’m not sure I can articulate fully why I decided that I’d write there from time to time. I do like the community aspect of it and would like to challenge myself to write with more clarity and quality. Medium is a great place to read quality content and having watched it’s progress I think it’s a good place for me to challenge my occasional laziness with words and blog posts and be better.
Oh! Its also stunningly beautiful and easy to use!
Pink over the years has gotten a bad reputation. Barbie ruined pink for most of us but happily with the right combination of colours and textures pink can still be workable.
The most sophisticated colour palette that will convert you to a pink lady? Pink and Tan.
Hot pink with a crisp white and tan leather is the perfect combination.
Sometimes people need to see other cultures/worlds to understand their own identity a little better.
In season one of The Sopranos Tony and Carmela flirt with the idea that they can be friendly with outsiders.
Their way of life and the age-old tradition of people who are mobbed-up keeping themselves to themselves is a tricky one to shake off. It’s not without irony that the metigan see Tony and his lifestyle as glamorous and exciting and that Tony sees them as boring. One afternoon on the golf course is enough to confirm the huge void that separates their two worlds.
you are what you are
Yet, Tony is back & forth with trying to change who he is… being the boss, being a good father, being a better person even?
What if life wasn’t about your location or your occupation but, instead was about who you are in the midst of the peripheral?
Tony almost gets it! He almost realises what he needs to do to be a better person… but his surroundings suck him back in!
It poses an interesting question for prosperous western civilisation… and maybe more so for religious people?
How come I’m not making pots in Peru?
Would Tony still be driven by the same impulses and desires if he was born in Peru? If he wasn’t in New Jersey?
What if life wasn’t so much about your location or your occupation but, instead was about who you are in the midst of the peripheral?