There’s a part of me that is always reaching out to make connections with people. I come up with a scheme, either money making or just for fun, and I immediately imagine my family, my friends, and now my old 6th grade teacher in that spot.
Just to give you two examples.
The first involves my brothers and the idea of starting an educational technology business. I’m a former teacher turned ed consultant. My older brother is an accountant for a local Credit Union. And, my little brother is an artist turned computer programmer. So naturally, my ed tech firm would be the perfect business to pull us all in. Mike does the books, I develop the programs we need and work with schools. Thomas makes the programs. Its perfect, don’t ya see.
The second has to do with a recent lunch I had with my former 6th grade teacher and mentor, Mr. Powers. As we are telling each other the stories of when we both dropped out of college, me in the 90s and him . . . before that, I imagine this blog that we could write that is similar to the Julie/Julia Movie. We would each tell the story of how we went from college dropouts to teachers. It would end with us telling the story of our first years as teachers.
There’s something about being the middle child that wants everyone to play with you.
I know my family is going to find it funny that I am a part of the “middle” generation.
From Generation X: America’s Neglected ‘Middle Child’, an article from the Pew Research Center
When compared to the generation before (baby boomers) and the generation after (millennials), my generation, the Gen Xers are more pessimistic about their futures (see the graph to the left).
However, we are more “savvy, skeptical and self-reliant; they’re not into preening or pampering, and they just might not give much of a hoot what others think of them. Or whether others think of them at all.”
Not sure how many of those traits I have, but as a Gen Xer I am supposed to say that I don’t care.
It started with Dead Poets Society and I never looked back.
Its not about spending more time working or more time playing. Its about spending the right amount, and by right I mean whats right for you, doing the right things.
A thought popped into my head about insults which resulted in a question.
Which is worse, finding someone’s weak spot and making fun or finding someone’s dreams and making fun?
As soon as I asked the question I knew my answer. I’d rather you make fun of everything I am self conscious about rather than hitting my dreams. It reminds me of a short poem by Yeats.
This poem was used by the great Ken Robinson to illustrate how students walk into our classrooms everyday.
I have been on the road a lot recently. Three straight weeks to be exact. Aside from being a little tired the extended road trips have given me the opportunity to listen to NPR a little more than I would working from home. As I was driving out to Columbus this past Sunday I caught a part of A Prairie Home Companion and heard the host, Garrison Keillor, make a pithy comment on success.
He said that the first time he was “given the gift of rejection” made him profoundly grateful, because that rejection became a “motor on his back” that forced him to strive for more. For better. For greater things.
If books were characters from the book. A great piece from 22 words.
This one is for where the venn diagram of Basketball and the TV Show Parks and Recreation overlap.
I will admit, as a non-sports person, but a fan of Parks and Rec, I did not know that the Swanson Pyramid of Greatness was a direct Parody of Wooden’s Pyramid of Success.
My wife has made me love Christmas. I wasn’t always the biggest fan, but recently, I’ve joined the St. Nick fan club. She convinced me for three reasons, and all of them selfish. She gave me great presents this year. She was able to tie 2 of my favorite things together with her thoughtfulness.
First, she got me a camp cot. I like camping, but I never sleep well. Air mattresses always hurt my back and I always wake up laying on the ground. The mattress ravaged by cold nights and small leaks. The cot is long enough for my 6’3″ frame. It can also hold up to 600 lbs. I think it has me covered.
Second, she got me a chef coat. For the past 6 months I have been cooking up a storm. I love food. My increasing girth is evidence of that fact.
Finally, a cook book for campers. Written by a couple who traveled around the world on their bicycles. The aforementioned girth is probably going to preclude me from circumnavigating the globe on a bike, but the cooking tips, the stories, will inspire our next road trip.
I love baking bread. To date I have baked the following breads.
White Sandwich Bread
Buttermilk Sandwich Bread
Cinnamon Roll Bread
Rustic Wheat Bread
I love baking bread. Today we are going to eat my homemade French Onion Soup with my homemade French Baguette for lunch. Tomorrow, its French Toast, made with my Cinnamon Bread, and Bacon. All I need to learn now is how to raise chickens and pigs for the eggs and bacon, how to grow wheat for the bread, etc, etc. Never mind. I don’t want to be a farmer.