A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.
Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.
Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.
Hmmm … third time in a row.
I’m starting to feel like I’m making a Wednesday commitment to the goofy. But it’s good. I mean, we kinda need something to balance out all the heavy.
As one woman wrote in response to Monday’s post about writing, trauma and healing,
I’ve now cried at my desk three times in the last week. So next week you have to write about rhubarb. Or the Ice Capades. Or duck-shaped night lights. 😉
I have nothing to say about rhubarb. Yet. But hey, a bunch of random stuff!
Item! This blog is endlessly fascinating.
It’s called Eat Repeat and I’ll just give you the description.
Agoraphobic newly married cooks incessantly for husband but eats the same five things for every meal. Except when she eats out. Then she eats everything. Wonder why.
I happen to know the author, but you really don’t need any backstory because it’s all about the pictures. And taking comfort in someone else documenting their personal process of … whatever it is, you know?
Love that she’s doing this. Can’t stop reading it.
Item! This is a great list.
Every once in a while it’s nice to read a list. This one is a good one.
Courtesy of one of my favorite Twitterites @d_paul
Item! This made me so happy!
Remember how I said that my friends don’t read my blog? Well, my third-grade best friend does now because she found it on Facebook.
I was so overjoyed that I gave her all my products.
(Please note the huge, huge perks that come with being the person who once got sent home from school for beating up a snotty kid named Jason because he called me a crybaby.)
And … you know what she wrote back?
I’ve now used the Emergency Calming audio several times. Just tried it at work for the first time. I was getting really stressed about [ … ] , and it was SO NICE to be able to just close my door and spend 10 minutes calming down. I’ve never had anything really work for me before like that.
Seriously, how amazing is that? I know!
Item! We all need more sleep!
No, really. You need it. You need to sleep more. Read it.
Item! Graffito!
I love saying graffito. Seriously. Also, take a look at this sweet timelapse video of GIANT Berlin graffito. And not just because it takes place on the side of a building in my favorite city ever.
Item! I’m not alone!
Sometimes I need to make fun of things. Especially corporate-ey bullshit things.
Pre-Twitter I used to do this in my head. No longer.
Anyway, that was where I made the following request, based on a random and disturbing bio I’d found:
Someone translate this into English? “Building out platform companies by creating and implementing process-driven hyperbolic growth.”
My own suggestion was “Let’s think out of the box and play a bigger game while leveraging our ability to productize our resources and choke on our own inanity.”
But I have to share some of the responses I got because they were so, so great:
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techherding Cost effectively collaborating with trusted colleagues to grow revenue, increase innovation, and enhance productivity
- jmoriarty What the heck are you saying over there? Go wash your mouth out with soap this instant!
d_paul Transl: Corp. minded morons sound smart using big buzz words & metaphor:move ball forward thru connectivity building synergy,blah,blah
jmoriarty “Dear Playboy Letters, when Kate invited me over to talk about platform driven process lifecycles, I had no idea what she rmeant…”
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i_ching Translation you requested: “Paying higher consultancy fees.”
- HiroBoga Is that a yellow hyperbolic growth I see sitting on your left shoulder?
A yellow hyperbolic growth. I love my Twitter-friends.
Item! I am obsessed.
You already listen to Sparkletack, right?
It’s the best and most addictive podcast ever. And I’m not just saying that because of my hardcore fascination with history, my weird relationship with San Francisco, or the fact that I’m madly in love with the voice of the guy the guy who researches, writes and produces it.
You have to listen to this week’s terrific episode. Reading the post doesn’t suck you into history in the same way.
If you appreciate a good story, properly told — and really, who doesn’t — it might even be the best eight and a half minutes of your day.
That’s it.
No more goofy for a week! Actually, there may be some on Friday. It’s too soon to tell.
I’m not making any promises, though …
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I am amused.
And I love the Twitter translations.
I am relieved that you also have nothing to say about rhubarb.
Twitter is the best. It’s also good medicine for when everything in your inbox is heavy and emotional. Hooray for balance, seriously. I will drink (something derhubarbified) to that.
I’m so glad I’m not the only person who takes the piss out of corporate stuff.
I’ve never really liked rhubarb, and that’s what I have to say about that.
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Oh, I have something to say about rhubarb. Sometimes on summer nights, growing up in a small town in Illinois, I would take a walk with my dad. He worked long hours and commuted, so this would have been a really rare thing. The destination was Ernie Swanberg’s rhubarb patch. Ernie was an old guy, and my dad was really quite young then. They would make each other laugh, but I mostly didn’t get the jokes. And the whole time, Ernie would be cutting stalks of rhubarb for us to take home an a brown paper shopping bag. My mom would make rhubarb pie from Ernie Swanberg’s rhubarb, and my dad would praise the crust. So there’s what I have to say about rhubarb today.
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I also have a comment about Rhubarb! It was one of my grandmother’s favorite early food memories.. that and cranberries, and raw onions eaten like a piece of fruit, and fresh maple syrup (not all together). Even though I’ve never eaten it, when I think of Rhubarb, I remember my grandmother.
I’m only now realizing the extent of my lie. There’s all sorts of things I have to say about rhubarb, as made apparent on Twitter.
Like the people who say rhubarb rhubarb hub hub hub in stage productions for background noise.
Or the fact that I am just now taking back everything I said (or didn’t say) about rhubarb. Which reminds me …
Yes, nothing gets the taste of humiliation out of your mouth like a slice of Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.
But one little thing can revive a guy,
And that is a piece of rhubarb pie.
Serve it up, nice and hot.
Maybe things aren’t as bad as you thought.
Mama’s little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb,
Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.
Mama’s little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb,
Beebopareebop Rhubarb Pie.
*sigh*
Extra points to Rachael for cracking me up with “not all together”.
When my kids were little, we had a giant rhubarb bush in our garden, which was mostly just a big clearing in the forest on Hornby Island. The boys and their friends would play for hours among the leaves, which were launching pads for their little-boy dolls, (aka action figures)– picture GI Joe with a kleenex parachute, leaping off a hairy rhubarb leaf and landing with a splash in the mud puddle below.
Rhubarb stalks became swords that the kids thrust and parried and whacked each other with until one of them clutched his chest and died a dramatic death with a ruby-stalked rhubarb leaf draped mournfully over his face. (Boys!)
Thanks for nudging me into Twitterland, Havi. It’s a lovely sandbox to play in!
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Rhubarb – lol!
I have two things to say about rhubarb.
First I have an awesome recipe for rhubarb mooncake. Anyone interested in it?
Second a short story…..
I love the look of rhubarb leaves and also of the flowers when it goes to seed so I planted it in my front yard flower bed. (Lucky Hiro, the ornamental rhubarbs in BC are even more beautiful and are enormous in some cases!)
This summer, my youngest daughter went to Bluesfest with a boy friend and his parents. They bought her home about midnight. There, by the front driveway, was someone in the flower bed picking rhubarb. So the dad gets out and logically thinking it is me, her Mom, starts apologizing for how late they are bringing Ruth home.
Ruth is standing there agape – “uh uh uh …that’s um not my Mom….” She is horrified and confused and unsure what to do – call the police? Run in the house? Confront her?
The boy and his family don’t understand the look on her face.
The lady is horrified as well as she has been “caught in the act” and has no idea who these peope are.
My older daughter heard the car arrive and, wondering what was taking her sister so long, she goes outside.
She recognizes her old french teacher (who lives within walking distance) as the rhubarb picker. I had told her once (as she was walking her dog one day and admiring my rhubarb) to help herself as I rarely baked. So she did – in the dark!
Everyone eventually understood and went home.
Now – thinking about rhubarb makes me laugh.
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I cannot believe all the amazing, lovely, and hysterical rhubarb stories and comments. I’m agog.
And EVA – I simply must have the recipe for rhubarb mooncake. In fact, any kind of mooncake would strike my fancy, but rhubarb in particular sounds like a must-have.
Havi – your blog is just so gosh darn educational! I mean where else can you learn about comfort, dealing with fear, procrastination and the many, many uses for rhubarb! Love it.
RHUBARBOLUTION!!!
With some friendly encouragment (arm twisting) from Diane and Havi, I have posted the (soon to be famous?) Rhubarb Mooncake recipe on my little blog.
As Havi said in her email to me “the word rhubarbolution (Yay Diane for creating it!) must be spread around the world!”
ENJOY!!!
And join the Rhubarbolution!!! 😉
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