October 29, 2009
I’ve been catching up on my NPR podcasts and listening to a lot of the “This I Believe” essays. Here’s how they describe the essays on their site, thisibelieve.org: “This I Believe is an international project engaging people in writing and sharing essays describing the core values that guide their daily lives. Over 60,000 of these essays, written by people from all walks of life, are archived here on our website, heard on public radio, chronicled through our books and television programming, and featured in weekly podcasts. The project is based on the popular 1950s radio series of the same name hosted by Edward R. Murrow.”
There are lots of essays from famous people, like Eleanor Roosevelt, Margaret Mead, Albert Einstein, Bill Gates and Gloria Steinam. But the ones I like best are the everyday people, the people who, although they may not be rich or known around the world, have found the words to share a belief in a poetic, thought-provoking or inspiring way. Here are some of my favorites (you can read the essay, but I really recommend listening to the audio for the full effect):
Always go to the funeral: Deirdre Sullivan writes about her dad’s motto, which is about much more than just going to the funeral, and about the payoff that comes from doing meaningful things for others, even if it’s not the easiest or most convenient thing for you.
Pathways of desire: I heard this at a time when I was fighting an uphill battle with a man. He was the apple tree, and I was the horse, oblivious to the cattle guards and barbed wire he kept putting up in our relationship. This essay set off a lightbulb in my head and my heart.
Thirty things I believe: I’m telling you, this kindergarten’s depth will blow your mind.
I’m in the midst of shaping my own belief statement, and I’ll share it soon. What do you believe?
(And, if you are as moved by these essays and others on the site, consider making a tax-deductible donation to support This I Believe.)
October 9, 2009
So, Wednesday night Nichole and I drove down to Louisville (it’s about two hours from Indy, a nice straight shot down I-65) for a Great Big Sea concert. First, we took some touristy snapshots on our way to the Kentucky Center for the Performing Arts.
I was very impressed with the theatre — there is a lot of great artwork, from some pretty big names; I saw Dubuffet and Calder outside and a Miro inside. There were a lot of other great works that may have been by famous people, but I didn’t recognize them by sight and didn’t get a chance to see the plaques.
We had fantastic seats, second row center. The theatre was set up with five round tables on the floor space in front of the first row. So, I could have paid extra to be even freaking closer, but we were really happy where we were. We sat next to a cool woman named Jennifer who drove up from East Tennessee, and we hung with her the rest of the night.
The concert was totally amazing — the boys rocked out a ton of great songs from their new and old albums, including all my most favoritest songs. At some of the theatre concerts I’ve been to, they won’t let you dance, which is really, really hard at a GBS concert. But, within the first four or five songs, we were all on our feet, clapping, and jumping up and down. Nichole was on my right and Jennifer was on my left. They’re both much shorter than I am, so it’s a minor miracle that I didn’t crack either of them on the tops of their heads with my elbow — my arms were up above my head most of the time! (And I’m feeling that in my biceps today!)
Jennifer said the guys were usually pretty friendly after the show and that we should stop by the tour bus. She did not have to work very hard to talk us into it. After the show, she and I bought T-shirts and then we went outside to wait. There were only another five or six people waiting with us, which surprised me. We only waited five or ten minutes when a guy getting off the bus told us that some of the guys had gone across the street to the Mexican pub. We were off like a shot!
When we got there, there were only the three lads, with some of the largest margaritas I have ever seen. I think the restaurant really wanted to be closed so the staff could go home, but we ended up staying until about midnight, when the guys had to get on the bus. Of those of us who went over to the bar, the other five or so left right after getting their photos taken. So, we ended up sitting and joking with the guys for a couple of hours — just the three of them and the three of us. They are loads of fun, and I can’t wait to see them in concert again! Jennifer and I are friends on Facebook now, so I’m hoping we can coordinate schedules and be groupies together!
October 6, 2009
I have previously mentioned my rather strong feelings about ampersands. It’s not so much a phobia or hatred of the character itself (it’s actually a lovely, curvy shape, so I identify with it). It’s not that I think it’s bad to use it in company names or as part of a graphic element. It’s when people use it in prose or body copy instead of the word “and.” I had one colleague who peppered her e-mails with the character, and it just looked lazy and sloppy. It takes three keystrokes to type “and.” It takes two keystrokes, including one that requires most people to look down at the keyboard (finding the number 8), to type an ampersand. It’s just not enough time-savings to validate using a symbol instead of a word. Now, if the word “and” had 15 characters, I could probably be convinced otherwise.
I get a lot of grief about it at the office, so I was excited to wear my newest shirt.woot purchase last Friday. Ryan was so proud of my breakthrough!
October 2, 2009
My own 25th birthday was, well, a few years back, shall we say…. but I’m delighted to be a part of my company’s 25th anniversary this year. In October 1984, Myra Borshoff founded a three-person agency that has grown to more than 40 talented professionals who I am proud to work with every day. See a little bit of our month-long celebration here, and become a fan of Borshoff on Facebook or follow Borshoff on Twitter to hear more!