Not scary, but chilly, for sure. Happy Halloween!
Sherpas Cinema Stop-motion: The Man and the Mammoth
Sherpas Cinema has been on fire with their much-talked about "All.I.Can," a winter flick exploring the relationship between climate change and winter sports. Known for their stunning cinematography, Sherpas Cinema is on the fast track for being a (skiing) household name. But little is known about their more playful side (and their twisted side):
The Man and the Mammoth from Sherpas Cinema on Vimeo.
Music Monday: Pictographs
It's Monday. You're not ready to let go of the weekend, but here you are, back at your desk, trying to wake up as the hours of daylight shrink. Let's get your brain started for the week ahead. Or at least before you head out to your first meeting.
These Pictograms are clever illustrations of (mostly) well-known songs. See if you can guess the title before peeking at the names below the icons.
The most appropriate one to start with:
Now on to the rest:
How many did you guess correctly?
Penny for Your Heart
I want you to stop for a minute.
Quiet things down. I need your full attention for this minute.
We're going to do some imagining with something very real. And we're starting by taking an inventory of your heart.
I want you to find the idea that refuses to be shaken, the one that send a little zing through you. It could be anything- backpacking through the Himilayas, starting a nonprofit for schools in third world countries, building your own log cabin in the mountains, creating a line of accessories from thrift shop finds. Whatever it is, it's valid. Look for it.
When you've got it, hold it out in front of your mind's eye and consciously acknowledge its presence. Now, for one full minute, I want you to trade the situation you are in now- office, home, hotel room, etc.- for the one you have in front of you. Dive in as if it is something you are entirely familiar with. See yourself setting up camp in the Himalayas and drinking tea at the little tea houses along the trek, look at the village children around you as they put their desks in order, inhale the sweet air surrounding the mountain cabin you now live in, envision the shine of the antique brooch you are refinishing. One minute. Go.
Now I must ask you: What's the dollar value of those memories you just imagined? What's the price tag on your dreams?
Take this question to heart. I'm not asking how much it would cost to make something happen. I'm asking for how much you would, if given the chance to live out that long-guarded and much loved fantastic dream of yours, turn around and sell the rich experience of it? How many dollars would you take for the memories and feeling of sheer satisfaction for living what's in your heart?
I assume (and hope) that most of you will answer that they're not for sale... that you would rather retain your remarkable memories than trade them for money. If that's the case, then we must move to the next logical question:
Are you afraid?
What I believe stops us from pursuing our life is fear. When a dream suddenly becomes possible, we are unprepared for the transition. We’ve kept it at arm’s length for so long, content to some degree to wish on it and think about it for a time and then put it back and continue with the day-to-day.
The day-to-day. Is this really how we are supposed to live our lives? Is the purpose of having a dream simply to fill the gaps between worrying about bills and deadlines? I refuse to believe they are there for anything less than to become our own reality.
Take this question to heart. I'm not asking how much it would cost to make something happen. I'm asking for how much you would, if given the chance to live out that long-guarded and much loved fantastic dream of yours, turn around and sell the rich experience of it? How many dollars would you take for the memories and feeling of sheer satisfaction for living what's in your heart?
I assume (and hope) that most of you will answer that they're not for sale... that you would rather retain your remarkable memories than trade them for money. If that's the case, then we must move to the next logical question:
Are you afraid?
What I believe stops us from pursuing our life is fear. When a dream suddenly becomes possible, we are unprepared for the transition. We’ve kept it at arm’s length for so long, content to some degree to wish on it and think about it for a time and then put it back and continue with the day-to-day.
The day-to-day. Is this really how we are supposed to live our lives? Is the purpose of having a dream simply to fill the gaps between worrying about bills and deadlines? I refuse to believe they are there for anything less than to become our own reality.
Warm up those cold feet by moving; run, walk – even crawl if you must – to the richness of your dreams. You can make it happen. You absolutely can.
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Ready to get going? Check my "Foundational 4;" a nickname I gave to the 4 steps every person must take to achieve living their real life.
Ready to get going? Check my "Foundational 4;" a nickname I gave to the 4 steps every person must take to achieve living their real life.
Gotta Keep Up
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Are we going overboard?
No Childhood Left Behind: A LEGO Tribute In Honor of Legoland Florida
Dedicated to my brother, Ryan, whose LEGO creations I seemed to always inadvertently crush.
I recently got the news that a LEGOland was opening in Central Florida, not a far drive from my hometown. This news sparked a bit of happy nostalgia as I remembered the various creations my brother would skillfully craft from LEGOs when we were kids. For hours on end, my brother would bury himself in a mound of brightly colored blocks and silently work away on his next laser-forcefield-warpspeed-equipped space jet or turbo engine watercraft.
The world of LEGOs is one that many children find irresistible because it is one that is created by their own imaginations. Using only tiny bits of plastic, they can capture a fantasy and bring it to life. Such power is delicious to little humans who are otherwise directed by adults in their navigation of a grownup world. Because the reality of these little LEGO worlds become so real in the creation stage, because the child has full control over what they are creating and the idea surrounding each creation, LEGOs dive deep into the spirit of being a child and dive even deeper into their hearts. A lasting fondness for the toy is deeply rooted in these children.
But alas, children morph into adults at dangerous speeds and find they are expected to leave their space jets behind. Their bucket of LEGO blocks sit, gathering dust, in the closet. Though these adults may have very grownup black suits and sit behind very grownup polished desks in very grownup gray office buildings, any memory touching on their childhood pastime sparks a warm glow in their heart, manifesting itself by a growing smile on their face. A story usually follows about the things they once created.
Hence the need for LEGOland. Suppressing love is unhealthy and even moreso when compelled to do so by the outside force of becoming an adult. Safely under the guise of going for the entertainment of their offspring, LEGOland gives adults the chance to thrill at grandiose creations that they once dreamed of creating if only they had unlimited plastic blocks of their own.
Here's to a great new LEGOland. Here's to never leaving childhood behind.
Photos are from a great photographic artist- Mike Stimpson. All these images, and many great others, can be found on his site. I recommend the Star Wars photos to discover a softer side of Star Troopers.
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| Photo: Mike Stimpson |
I recently got the news that a LEGOland was opening in Central Florida, not a far drive from my hometown. This news sparked a bit of happy nostalgia as I remembered the various creations my brother would skillfully craft from LEGOs when we were kids. For hours on end, my brother would bury himself in a mound of brightly colored blocks and silently work away on his next laser-forcefield-warpspeed-equipped space jet or turbo engine watercraft.
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| Photo: Mike Stimpson |
The world of LEGOs is one that many children find irresistible because it is one that is created by their own imaginations. Using only tiny bits of plastic, they can capture a fantasy and bring it to life. Such power is delicious to little humans who are otherwise directed by adults in their navigation of a grownup world. Because the reality of these little LEGO worlds become so real in the creation stage, because the child has full control over what they are creating and the idea surrounding each creation, LEGOs dive deep into the spirit of being a child and dive even deeper into their hearts. A lasting fondness for the toy is deeply rooted in these children.
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| Photo: Mike Stimpson |
But alas, children morph into adults at dangerous speeds and find they are expected to leave their space jets behind. Their bucket of LEGO blocks sit, gathering dust, in the closet. Though these adults may have very grownup black suits and sit behind very grownup polished desks in very grownup gray office buildings, any memory touching on their childhood pastime sparks a warm glow in their heart, manifesting itself by a growing smile on their face. A story usually follows about the things they once created.
Hence the need for LEGOland. Suppressing love is unhealthy and even moreso when compelled to do so by the outside force of becoming an adult. Safely under the guise of going for the entertainment of their offspring, LEGOland gives adults the chance to thrill at grandiose creations that they once dreamed of creating if only they had unlimited plastic blocks of their own.
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| Photo: Mike Stimpson |
Here's to a great new LEGOland. Here's to never leaving childhood behind.
Photos are from a great photographic artist- Mike Stimpson. All these images, and many great others, can be found on his site. I recommend the Star Wars photos to discover a softer side of Star Troopers.
