Sunday, July 19, 2009
Hearts
I'm sorry Angela.
I'm sorry to the people that i cannot help.. i'm sorry to the people that I cannot make listen. I hear you and I feel you, and I am sorry that what i have to say must have a place to land. I can stay, I can stand in, I can feel your sorrow, I'm just sorry that i cannot help. I hope you get home safe each and every one of you, because somehow i have and i don't know why me and not necessarily you.
We all walk the throught the day so eager, so desparate to affect our will. but does anyone ever think to pause and ask who, or what is our will affecting? and even more importantly is that ultimitely surving our high intention? I don't know, but i hope someone does.
its been said that 90% of the worlds sorrow is caused by people thinking they're doing one thing, and actually doing another, does that at all apply to you? I'm sorry angela, I sorry that you feel like you have to apologize to me. I'm sorry for the years of you thinking that you being an "island" is you being strong, but its not! Its a fool that thinks that ridgidity is power. it takes true strength to be vulnerable. it takes true strength to be able to express how we feel, especially when that emotion reflects something we feel as imperfect. Irnically, the only place you're going to find that to be not true is on an island.
I'm so sorry to the people that feel trapped. I'm sorry that my voice isn't louder, more persuasive. i'm sorry that i can't do more.
and i'm sorry that sometimes I lose sight of how lucky I am , Maybe that is the answer to my desire to do more? I just know that I have a blessed life but that doesn't make me any different. I just want to share that wish more of you, all i want is to show you how luck, how loved you all are! and belive me, you are! (please don't judge me for the gramatical incorrectness of that last phrase, and for using the word: incorrectness).
I guess I'm just sick of observing all the ways we distance ourselves from on and other. we spend so much time competing over these things that mean nothing and then at the end of the day we go home feeling lonely, and for good reason. all i can tell you from this night is tha i'm done. I am done transmitting and silently condoning this kind of behaviour. I'm just sick of it. we no longer have an excuse.. we no longer have a reason to not love eachother! really, we don't. so please, dear reader, just ask yourself for a minute, "why," why do you do and act and think the way your do! and be willing to answer yourself, honestly.
LOVE,
me.
I'm sorry to the people that i cannot help.. i'm sorry to the people that I cannot make listen. I hear you and I feel you, and I am sorry that what i have to say must have a place to land. I can stay, I can stand in, I can feel your sorrow, I'm just sorry that i cannot help. I hope you get home safe each and every one of you, because somehow i have and i don't know why me and not necessarily you.
We all walk the throught the day so eager, so desparate to affect our will. but does anyone ever think to pause and ask who, or what is our will affecting? and even more importantly is that ultimitely surving our high intention? I don't know, but i hope someone does.
its been said that 90% of the worlds sorrow is caused by people thinking they're doing one thing, and actually doing another, does that at all apply to you? I'm sorry angela, I sorry that you feel like you have to apologize to me. I'm sorry for the years of you thinking that you being an "island" is you being strong, but its not! Its a fool that thinks that ridgidity is power. it takes true strength to be vulnerable. it takes true strength to be able to express how we feel, especially when that emotion reflects something we feel as imperfect. Irnically, the only place you're going to find that to be not true is on an island.
I'm so sorry to the people that feel trapped. I'm sorry that my voice isn't louder, more persuasive. i'm sorry that i can't do more.
and i'm sorry that sometimes I lose sight of how lucky I am , Maybe that is the answer to my desire to do more? I just know that I have a blessed life but that doesn't make me any different. I just want to share that wish more of you, all i want is to show you how luck, how loved you all are! and belive me, you are! (please don't judge me for the gramatical incorrectness of that last phrase, and for using the word: incorrectness).
I guess I'm just sick of observing all the ways we distance ourselves from on and other. we spend so much time competing over these things that mean nothing and then at the end of the day we go home feeling lonely, and for good reason. all i can tell you from this night is tha i'm done. I am done transmitting and silently condoning this kind of behaviour. I'm just sick of it. we no longer have an excuse.. we no longer have a reason to not love eachother! really, we don't. so please, dear reader, just ask yourself for a minute, "why," why do you do and act and think the way your do! and be willing to answer yourself, honestly.
LOVE,
me.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Writing my Marketing presentation layout.
"Consider two eggs:
If I go the local diner, I can get a high quality diner egg, over easy. The egg is a standard manufactured egg, created in quantity by drugged chickens in prison. It retails (raw) for about 14 cents. The egg is cooked on a griddle the way it always is, a grill neither spotless nor filthy, covered with a sheen of slightly old oil. It's cooked on one side until set, flipped for a few seconds, put on a plate, given a shake of iodized salt and served, usually with a piece of generic white bread toast.
This is the regular kind. The kind most people grew up with. Easy to produce on demand, reliable and expected.
If I make an egg at home, I'll use a free range egg from the farmer's market, which I'll happily pay 39 cents for. This egg tastes like an egg, and the extra money pays for a local farmer and a (slightly) happier chicken. I'd cook it in a very hot cast iron skillet with really tasty olive oil, and I'd leave it in longer until it gets crisp around the edges, then I'd put some David's salt on it (which, due to its pointy edges, in fact does taste better). All told, it costs about thirty one cents more altogether.
This is the undependable kind. You might not be able to get the eggs. Cleaning the pan is more work too. But this is a remarkable egg, an egg worth talking about, an egg worth crossing the street for, an egg worth writing about.
If you can do this to an egg for thirty cents, imagine what happens when you bring the same approach to quality to your job."
-Seth Goden
So I'm here on the couch working on my presentation for class. I don't have much experience with marketing and my teacher Clark is always talking about his guy Seth Goden. Seth is a marketing guru of sorts, he's written books and blogs on the subjext of marketing so I've been reading some of his material to help me gain a greater sense of what I'm doing here in the project and, more importantly, my new structural integration practice. Structural Integration isn't something i've talked about yet here on this blog, but trust me I will, at length.
So back to this presentation, one of the biggest hurdles I have to jump over in gettin gmy practice started is the two part issue of instilling the value of the work I do, which has a lot to do with separating myself from the park of people that call themselves massage therapists, because my friends, a massage therapist I am not. anyhow, I read the posting that i attacted about and it just clicked for me, while the service I provide does share some things with that of a regular massage practice, but there are also some things that are VERY different, and its in the differences that the value is transmitted. So i'm stoked, time to do some homework.
If I go the local diner, I can get a high quality diner egg, over easy. The egg is a standard manufactured egg, created in quantity by drugged chickens in prison. It retails (raw) for about 14 cents. The egg is cooked on a griddle the way it always is, a grill neither spotless nor filthy, covered with a sheen of slightly old oil. It's cooked on one side until set, flipped for a few seconds, put on a plate, given a shake of iodized salt and served, usually with a piece of generic white bread toast.
This is the regular kind. The kind most people grew up with. Easy to produce on demand, reliable and expected.
If I make an egg at home, I'll use a free range egg from the farmer's market, which I'll happily pay 39 cents for. This egg tastes like an egg, and the extra money pays for a local farmer and a (slightly) happier chicken. I'd cook it in a very hot cast iron skillet with really tasty olive oil, and I'd leave it in longer until it gets crisp around the edges, then I'd put some David's salt on it (which, due to its pointy edges, in fact does taste better). All told, it costs about thirty one cents more altogether.
This is the undependable kind. You might not be able to get the eggs. Cleaning the pan is more work too. But this is a remarkable egg, an egg worth talking about, an egg worth crossing the street for, an egg worth writing about.
If you can do this to an egg for thirty cents, imagine what happens when you bring the same approach to quality to your job."
-Seth Goden
So I'm here on the couch working on my presentation for class. I don't have much experience with marketing and my teacher Clark is always talking about his guy Seth Goden. Seth is a marketing guru of sorts, he's written books and blogs on the subjext of marketing so I've been reading some of his material to help me gain a greater sense of what I'm doing here in the project and, more importantly, my new structural integration practice. Structural Integration isn't something i've talked about yet here on this blog, but trust me I will, at length.
So back to this presentation, one of the biggest hurdles I have to jump over in gettin gmy practice started is the two part issue of instilling the value of the work I do, which has a lot to do with separating myself from the park of people that call themselves massage therapists, because my friends, a massage therapist I am not. anyhow, I read the posting that i attacted about and it just clicked for me, while the service I provide does share some things with that of a regular massage practice, but there are also some things that are VERY different, and its in the differences that the value is transmitted. So i'm stoked, time to do some homework.
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