Can Anyone Spare A Time Machine?
Every single Summer of my childhood I looked forward to the last day of school, knowing that within 2-3 days after that final day my Grandma GG would show up and whisk me off for “THE SUMMER” to a place where it stayed light until 10pm, fireflies lit our night sky, we could see every star in the universe, we stayed out late to play freeze tag, I worked at an ice cream parlor with her, and I had an endless supply of quarters for Defender and Skeeball in the village arcade. Growing up, nothing much changed from year to year. The same kids came back, like a refugee summer camp. I had friends from the Palisades – the neighborhood where my GG had lived since the 1950′s, friends from Orange County whose parents owned major Jaguar and Cadillac...
Read MorePerception
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. two thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist...
Read MoreAdded Two New Free Templates
I love the magazine style of website themes. They are very classy and professional looking, and give a travel blogger or travel writer a polished look for their clippings and photos. This week I’ve reviewed and archived two new magazine style themes, “Purple Haze” and “Red Carpet Magazine” – Did I mention they’re FREE? Links and previews at the site.
Read MoreI Can’t Make This Stuff Up. Seriously.
I can’t make this stuff up. I often sit and wonder if my friends and colleagues think that I’m the girl that has those small things happen in life, but when retelling the incident it becomes embellished and bigger and bigger the more times the story is retold. So, here are the facts. I’ll simply report them. January, 2006 – Houseguests/Friends/Business partners moved out of our home after an 8 month extended stay to help them get on their feet. That business folded, I am financially liable for more than $20,000 in debt. February 2006 – My grandmother collapses while visiting my Mom in Northern California and is care-flighted to Reno. I fly from Texas and spend a month at the Holiday Inn getting her off a ventilator and into a...
Read MoreYouTube – Starburst Bus Station
YouTube – Starburst Bus Station Giddy programming break. More espresso, more Splenda coffee flavoring, time to change the Gilmore Girls DVD.
Read MoreCelebrating the Little Things
They say, “don’t sweat the small stuff” – and I agree. Small Stuff bogs you down. Small stuff keeps you from doing big things. Except they also say, “the devil is in the details” OK, first of all, who is “they”? and why am I listening to them? I’ve decided to sweat whatever I want to sweat, and watch volleyball. So there. Great day. A client that I really, really like signed as my third marketing client. I was really hoping she would because I think she’s smart, determined and her suite of sites have a lot of potential. She’s one of those people that gets it, and knows where she wants to go, and guess what? I’m holding the OnSTAR button. So I’ve got three, and I think four and five...
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