Evocative, visceral, exquisite

I’m in awe of the image, the well-wrought kind. I go heavy on pictures for this blog, because images hit so suddenly, faster than words, differently, and often better, which might be counter-intuitive for a writer, but then I am that kind of writer.

When I stumble across an enchanting image, I see an opportunity to share something unexpected from a writer: beauty that evokes sheer pleasure in the viewing, just like the sheer pleasure of biting into something exquisitely delicious.

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If you want to make an omelette, you have to break some eggs.

What keeps this bromide from being a full-blown cliché is the suck-it-up attitude that says: to have something of value, you have to give something up.

You have to break through.

The task is deceptively easy. The way eggs pretend to be fragile.

It actually takes 52 pounds of pressure to break an egg vertically, and 92 pounds to break them horizontally. And when you tap one against another, only one will crack, as if some built-in preservation system is at play.

Eggs are smart…. Read more…


Like ants at a picnic

Ants are generally considered symbols of hard work, but in reality, that’s only half true.

It is true that they carry 50 times their weight. They do cool stuff like keep and herd aphids, taking them from plant to plant for feeding, milking them for food, and building their homes, in the same way humans keep cattle.

Ants kill crop-eating bugs like caterpillars and beetles, enough to protect a forest. A single colony of wood ants can destroy 50,000 to 100,000 insects a day.

But here’s the rub … Read more…

A toddler’s delicious power

Has anyone ever short-changed you by not really seeing you – especially not seeing the superhero in you?

I hate that. It makes me crazy, and over the years I discovered a handy little move. That superpower cape is just a 180-degree spin away. [I think they’re calling it the pivot these days.] … Read more…

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the ice box

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

–William Carlos Williams




Mitch Hedberg 1968-2005

Wish *I* had

via The Uber Blog

Need to pump out an 800-word column in the next few hours. This should do it.

via Peter Nidzgorski‘s tumblr on this isn’t happiness via ffffound.

I follow Seth Godin religiously, and religiously is a good word to describe it, because I don’t always want to hear what he has to say, which is why I’m a lapsed Catholic, I guess.

First of all, he posts daily, which is envious. Take a day off already. It’s hard to keep up.

Second, the reason he can be a tough slog is because he sets a high bar, and I don’t always feel up to the task. I try. I appreciate his idealism because it’s from the school of best practices. His vision hangs on helping his followers establish strong and lasting businesses. He has great ideas around authenticity and doing right by our customers and clients. I’m down with that.

Today, I had a laugh. Turns out Seth grew up in South Buffalo watching Irv Weinstein report fire after fire after fire on Eyewitness News. We also had Eyewitness News in Toronto while I was growing up. Gags about Buffalo perpetually burning were rampant in those days, and it’s fun to be reminded.

This morning he opens his blog with just that, as part of looking at what’s wrong with cable news. He writes that business, like lousy cable news, is often quick to focus on urgent rather than important, noise over thoughtful analysis, opinions over facts, among other points of interest.

I’ve always seen him as a proponent of business responsibly asking: “Is this good and right for my customer?” I’m down with that, too.

Cable news today? Jon Stewart and his crack team of ersatz reporters make “important” funny, and  “great” funny has to be good and right. This is what Stewart et al hit four nights a week.

I am religiously down with that.