tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-290757242024-03-06T23:26:13.213-08:00gladhandedshake hands with danger!Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-83809863538658341692019-09-25T14:27:00.001-07:002019-09-25T14:27:27.833-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Selling my house<br />
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Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-40292279090738055042013-12-10T09:31:00.001-08:002013-12-10T09:31:23.732-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Maybe it's time to bring this thing back to life?</div>
Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-50477803316230356572013-03-11T09:35:00.001-07:002013-03-11T09:35:36.653-07:00Appendix Jokes - A rap<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm still getting hits for <a href="http://gladhanded.blogspot.com/2008/01/bursting-with-appendix-jokes.html?showComment=1362957551611#c2226201659628538898" target="_blank">Appendix Jokes</a>, which is hot*.<br />
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So to thank my latest<a href="https://plus.google.com/114707314400650134887/posts" target="_blank"> commentor</a> (Nick Netchvolodoff is in the HIZZY!), and because I am kind of street. I wrote this rap about appendixes:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yo, what up party people, this shout out is for Nick Nechvolodoff</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">pull up a chair, kick up our your dogs, why don't you take a load off?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Words are a guitar and I am Jimi Hendrix</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">All for your finger-like organ called your appendix.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Rhymes flying so fast that I picked up some paper and I penned this.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">like a wordsmith Lothario, </span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">here's hoping that you can mend this.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Yeah, you know that's the worst</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">when that thing's about to burst</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It hurts more than the rise of Fred Durst</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">(whose music is cursed with a curse).</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Then the surgeon makes that cut, a small two-inch incision</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">better hope that he's cuttin' with precision.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Because where he's slicing is just north of the dickens.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">And you want to make sure that he is leaving you with more than just slim-pickens.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Yeah your appendix is straight out of the duodenum, </span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">that organs' so stealth that you never seen him.</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Now listen up son, 'cause my rhymes gettin' hectic</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">better cut out that thing, before it all goes septic.</span><br style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Yo, I'm out</span><span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">(like your appendix)</span></span><br />
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Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-51183492554137825942012-09-11T09:47:00.002-07:002012-09-11T09:49:12.145-07:00Where you were then? Where are you now?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had a loose sock hanging from my ankle, and I was wearing a bathrobe, when a friend of a friend came into our apartment and told us what was happening. Remember, it wasn't just one thing, first there was one plane, then another plane, and we watched people jump, and then the towers came down. But before they did there was this empty terror, this feeling of hopelessness that these people, our people could do nothing.<br />
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Then that whole day, we all wandered about trying to do something, I remember everyone at my work wandered over to the Hospital to donate blood. Blood that wouldn't go to anyone in New York, blood that probably went to new infants and victims of motorcycle accidents. But we had to do something. So we gave our blood, even if in small, measured amounts. In the next days people sent donations via text messaging, and built impromptu memorials. And for a few days it seemed like we all shared something, we were a grieving nation and we mourned together. I didn't know a single soul in those airplanes, or any of those buildings, yet it was my family that was hurting.<br />
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When Nathan Hale said "I regret that I have but one life to give to my country" at his execution, it was September, The Declaration of Independence had been signed a mere 2 months earlier, and there wasn't even a constitution to defend (that would come almost 11 years later). But he was willing to fight, then die for a belief in a country, a nation, but really for an idea for a land better than what it was before.<br />
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So today, I wonder, what am I willing to give to my country. Am I only brave enough to argue in snippets from the safety of my home and office. Am I content that my prior service is enough. Those people in the towers didn't give their lives, it was taken. But there were a few in at least one of the planes, who fought, who worked together. People who didn't take polls or point fingers, they just moved in the only way they saw to protect others. They didn't even know whom they were protecting,<br />
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And in that one moment they did more for the security of our nation than all of the dollars spent on the TSA in the last ten years. They showed us that without weapons, there are few forces as powerful as a handful of Americans united in a goal.<br />
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So today, I will spend a few minutes and think about what I can do. What little bit of blood I can give.<br />
What we could do together, to make this country a little bit better. I think it is amazing for those who work for one candidate or another, who sacrifice tirelessly for a cause. I even like the passion of those who vehemently post on Facebook, but I hope we can remember that if we want to build something greater, or save a country in peril, we need these fellow passengers on this plane. After all, aren't they who we are giving our life for?</div>
Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-49672100424119419332012-07-13T19:37:00.000-07:002012-07-13T19:37:50.139-07:00Understanding the Mormons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello, I am a mormon. As you may or may not know, we are having a "moment" right now. You have probably read some news articles about us, they are full of half truths and 3/4 truths and some are like .6 metric truths. Let me make one thing clear: All of us believe exactly the same thing. We are not ALL Republican, we still allow a few Libertarians in, and when Democrats aren't murdering babies, some even vote that way.<br />
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Here is a little history about my home town: It was founded by More Mons, there used to be just a few, but now there are More. That is where the name came from, We prefer to be called LDS (pronounced "ELLDS". If you meet a missionary it is his job to make you LDS, so he is and "ELDER"(as in: "That guy is really good at Elding, he made WAY more mons than you. He is a really great Elder"). We don't have female missionaries, because we don't believe in women. In fact I refuse to believe that they exist.<br />
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We will be kind to you, and good neighbors, and help you move, JUST so you think we are good people. We want you to like us.<br />
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I know what you are thinking, "Don't Mormons have horns?" I want to let you know that we got rid of those YEARS ago. You may also think, "Don't Mormons have lots of wives", well some of us don't even have one, so back off, I don't really need that pressure right now.<br />
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So here are some facts about Mormons: All Mormons live in Utah (pronounced YOU-ta" because we want YOU in it). We used to pronounce it "Uh-tah" but that just convinced you heathens that we were as dumb as you thought we were. I am kidding, we don't think of you as "heathens", we think of you as "gentiles" or "the Wicked" (Which isn't so bad because my people LOVE musicals).<br />
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You will meet ELDS in almost all parts of life, Politics, ScienceTV (Philo T. Farnsworth invented the TV, and he was a Mormon. I include this fact because his name is awesome) We don't believe the world is flat, we know it. Our top scientists at major universities play along with everyone else until we take over (one day we are going to ELD you ALL).<br />
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My Hometown got its name from "The Great Salt Lake", They call it that because the pioneers were liars. The truth is, the lake is not that great. It is big, and it is stinky, but it is NOT great. In the early days we used to call the town "Far from Big Stinky", but that's only because "Big Heathen Pit City" gave people the wrong idea. I mean they though that the city was the heathen pit, when in fact, we would cast the lake was where we cast the heathens, and by "heathens" I mean "the UNELDED"<br />
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I know for a fact that the Pioneers were liars because they say that they walked all the way to Utah from Missouri (motto: Missouri Loves Company!) because there was an "Extermination Order" against them. You and I both know that can't be true. First, if you have ever driven through Nebraska you know it is WAY boring, I can barely drive through it, there is now way that the pioneers wouldn't have just gotten bored and stayed at the Best Western. Second, There is NO way that our country would ever allow discrimination against a group of people just because they believed differently, much less call for their "EXTERMINATION". If that's true, then you can convince me that there really is a guy named Philo T. Farnsworth.<br />
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Anyway, the full name of our Church is "The Church of Jesus Christ, of Latter-Day Saints". For us, the word "Saint" means that we are absolutely perfect and none of us ever makes mistakes, because "duh" we all believe the exact same thing.<br />
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<br /></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-89812291998180855232012-05-22T15:04:00.001-07:002012-05-22T15:06:52.457-07:00Burritoship 1.5 stars<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Peter Berg did Friday Night Lights, which is pretty incredible in it's subtlety and story telling. It's SO good. So I guess as a film, he wanted to do something completely different.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Battleship, a summary </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />Riggins is in a bar then he sees this totally hot chick who wants a burrito, but the microwave won't work, so he goes and steals a burrito. So his brother is like,'Why'd you steal the burrito, you better join the navy." So he joins the navy and gets to be the boss of the guns. They go to this ceremony on the Battleship and he is like "Destroyers are WAY better than battleships" to this kid, but there are also Japanese there to do a practice war. I forgot there was this soccer game between the navies and Japan won, but did a foul to Riggins. So then Riggins gets in a bathroom fight with this Japan guy, but they are like "Whoops I slipped" and the boss of the navy (who is also the hot chicks Dad), is like "You could be AMAZING, but instead you are not" Then they quote homer. Then the navies go to a practice war at Pearl Harbor (which seems like a good idea). But also, some scientists used a satellite to send a message to a space planet, and the ships from that space planet go to earth and go in the ocean. All the ships that is except the radio ship (only one ship can radio) which crashes at Hong Kong. They build a forceshield and all of the practice navies are outside of it except Riggins, his big brother who is making him do Navy, and The japanese guy who did a foul. Whenever they want to use their weapons on the aliens, the aliens can see them, but when they aren't using their guns, they turn green and the aliens don't kill them. Also, a little bit earlier Riggins brother says "Hey riggins, you are probably going to get fired from Navy". (he is a disappointment). The three destroyer ships all get destroyed (irony) except Rigginses ship. He wants vengence, HARD so he is like, "BLAST THEM" except every person on his crew, like Rihanna and Landry, disobeys him and says we need to rescue the people in the water. Then for some reason there is a alien in the ship, with weird thumbs, I think he is from Halo. Then other aliens blast in the ship to rescue him, but they also leave another alien there that is good at punching and changing his hands. Mostly he wants to punch the engine, but after some punching, they get him to come on deck. Then this big canon blows him away (literally). The aliens shoot pegs from the game "battleship" but the pegs blow up SO HARD that it can sink ships. Then there is some more battling where they use buoys to create a grid like the game battleship and they sink the aliens battleship (which is irony right there) so the Japan guy, who comes up with the idea takes over, which shows how riggins gets humility (finally), then Landry tries on the alien helmet and for some reason it makes him think of his lizard, and so they realize the aliens weakeness is sun. so they make the aliens look at the sun and blast them (HARD). But I forgot, also the scientists were on the island and have communication satellites and the hot chick is the only person who can stop the aliens from using the satellites, and her army friend with metal legs who is about to give up. But nope, he doesn't give up, he punches a alien right in his face and then chokes him out with his metal leg. Well the destroyer gets destroyed so the Japan guy is like, "We need a boat", so Riggins remembers the battleship (from the title). But everyone is like, how are we going to drive this boat? and Riggins is like "Old People", Then there are all of these old people in sailor outfits who know a thing or two. Then a montage from A-team happens. When they run out of battleship bullets (real big ones) the only people who can move them are the captain, the japan guy and some old people. Then the battleship does a rail slide (using it's anchor) and the alien can's defeat railslide. But then that trick is done, so I guess it's "game over" Except NOPE! The shield goes down, And some other stuff happens and they beat some of the aliens, maybe all of them. And then they all get awards, even Riggin's dead brother. Hot Chick's dad (Navy Boss) is proud of everyone. But can Riggins mary his daughter ('cause of all the herosim)? NO WAY JOSE! How about burritos?(laugh)<br /><br />seriously.<br /><br />THE END?</span></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-50592999447588638992012-04-04T16:27:00.000-07:002012-04-04T16:27:38.639-07:00a little great and a little weird<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Last year was a weird year. I think I spent the year licking my wounds. I don't think I fully appreciated the profound effect that my mother's passing had on me. I think only recently have shaken the haze of mourning.<br />
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One of the things that I have tried to do is to give back, specifically with regards to Cancer. My mother spent the last few days of her life at the Huntsman Cancer Institute. There wasn't much they could do medically at that point, but they helped us get the most out of those last days. We had a large room where over 200 people visited her in her last days. The nurses moved her and kept her comfortable, but perhaps more importantly to me, they let me participate in her care.<br />
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Rewind a few years and you'd find me, a young lab tech, with no lab experience working at the Huntsman Cancer Institute. I worked in the lab of Diana Stafforini, a quick-witted, and insightful scientist. I think my sloppy lab work didn't help her much, but I gained some insight. So since then, I have jumped at the chance to do whatever I could to help the Huntsman Cancer Foundation raise money and awareness for cancer. They are a great foundation and spend the great bulk of any donation directly towards research. Here is the latest piece that I got to work on for them:<br />
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This joke is appropriate to tell to academics who are having an appendectomy. Like if you come back to the school, and people are concerned about someone who had their appendix removed, you can modify it.<br />
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Jeff is really concerned about his appendicitis. I told him not to worry about the due date on his dissertation, But he just said, "oh it's not that, If they remove my appendix, I will have to rely entirely upon my footnotes."<br />
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It would also be helpful if you have a snare drum and cymbal nearby (laugh track optional).</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-21018236127561592462011-06-24T16:18:00.000-07:002011-06-24T16:18:56.107-07:00More important that Art<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Things that are more important than "Art" at the "Utah Art's Festival"<br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The Navajo Taco</li>
<li>Fried stuff at Airport prices</li>
<li>Keeping that local vendor of Ethnic food alive for another year</li>
<li>the Churro</li>
<li>Public Beer</li>
<li>lines</li>
<li>Bands that can't get people to listen to their music on their own merits so they perform at festivals</li>
<li>atm fees</li>
<li>Crafts</li>
<li>hemp necklaces</li>
<li>Public sweating</li>
<li>Stuff made out of things other than what the things were intended for</li>
<li>Bikes</li>
<li>lots of humans</li>
<li>booths</li>
<li>leather mugs</li>
<li>People that you normally just see on the internet, but now you get to see in person, maybe</li>
<li>complaining about stuff</li>
</ul><div>Last comes the art.</div></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-4105415986894043802011-06-13T16:27:00.000-07:002011-06-13T16:27:32.251-07:00a case for electronic books<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Books are wonderful things<br />
full and covered with ink.<br />
They smell like so much knowledge<br />
and have such a weighty presence<br />
indicating all the fabulous things<br />
I have stuffed into my head<br />
But the ink wears off on my fingers<br />
and the pages<br />
become brittle when you read them<br />
over and over<br />
and now the electronic words<br />
don't impress you on my shelf<br />
but the ink only wears off<br />
in my head<br />
and it is the words that I love<br />
and not the representation<br />
thereof</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-66624451526684398662011-06-03T12:14:00.000-07:002011-06-03T12:14:26.898-07:00MOVIE IDEA II<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This team of young misfits gang up to use there super-powers to save the world, but also they have dry and scratchy skin. It's called<br />
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ECZEMA MEN.<br />
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coming soon!<br />
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Here is one thing you probably didn't know about the Dayton Chocolate Roll, Grandma Lois Dayton invented it. I interviewed her once about it, and didn't get a chance to film it. She had a Better Homes and Gardens recipe, and if I recall she didn't have the cream cheese, so she took the recipe and made it her own.<br />
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Here is the thing about the Chocolate Roll, it has a number of secrets. The Cake needs to be cold and the chocolate sauce needs to be hot. The cream is unsweetened and the sauce is super-rich. It's essentially The Law of Opposition in a desert.<br />
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So one year later, I finished this video. The audio is rough and the image isn't great. I just shot in on my DSL with no microphone. But this is precious to me. In the year since we made this, not only did my Mother pass away (as many of you know), but my Grandmother, the inventor of this recipe, did as well. So I post this in honor of some of the great women in my life.<br />
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</div><div>There is this incredible Relief Society group, and they seem like average women, with your normal foibles and weaknesses (like gossipiness, judgementalness and soft arms) but they are really great at preparing meals for ward activities. Then one of them, let's say Marjeen, discovers that she has super strength in her hands, and this other one can shoot fire from her hands (that's Linda), and another one can knit super-fast , let's call her Busy (short for Elizabeth, but she is also a busybody). </div><div><br />
</div><div>So it turns out that they got the super powers because at all of the ward dinners, they always blessed "the hands that prepared this meal." (Nancy did get any powers because she showed up, but she would just stand around and "supervise" because she was a counselor in the relief society presidency, and her hands didn't do anything)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Later, there is a bus accident that kills them all, but their hands come out of the graves to do deeds because they are so blessed.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The movie is a tragicomedy, but you also learn a lesson because Nancy dies anyways and her hands can't do deeds or anything. Service is about more than just supervising <-------That's the moral of the tale.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I think my Mom would be embarrassed that I wrote this story, but it is based on true events.</div></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-42289512539614157032011-05-05T16:42:00.000-07:002011-05-13T10:55:37.172-07:00INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Does anybody want to invest in my new restaurant: Murray Calendars?<br />
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We sell delicious pies and every order comes with a free calendar with pictures of historic Murray on it. "Come for the pie, stay for the calendar (year)".<br />
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We are only in Murray (I mean would you ever consider eating at Midvale Calendars?)<br />
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Remember when Bill and Ted (from the past of 1989) traveled to the future and met these wise judges who decide everything?<br />
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But then also remember far in the past there was a wise woman who could answer your question, but she was also a puppet?<br />
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but then there was also an angel that answered your questions.<br />
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I guess what I am saying that it's not that truth is stranger than fiction, it's that they are the SAME THING!!!!<br />
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*Well at least one of them is on ANTM, the other is the devil wearing Prada.</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-48158892106525917962011-04-12T10:47:00.000-07:002011-04-12T10:47:48.794-07:00Appendix Jokes: a Limmerick?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As many of you know, I am a HUGE fan of </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogden_Nash"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ogden Nash</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Also, I am a fan of </span><a href="http://gladhanded.blogspot.com/2008/01/bursting-with-appendix-jokes.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">appendix jokes</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. So you can imagine how surprised (and pleased) I was to find this, </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THE GREATEST LIMERICK ABOUT APPENDIX REMOVAL OF ALL TIME(S)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but which he sadly titled:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">UNTITLED POEM</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Asked a patient before appendectomy</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"What kind of fee d'you expectomy?"</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Said the doc, "If your pulse</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Indicates the results,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anything but a post-dated checktomy."</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Many of you (my fans) come here for appendix jokes. This is a far better thing, for an Ogden Nash poem is a thing of gold. So in his honor I have written a poem.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ogden was a poet for the man on the streets.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If he was on twitter I'd follow his tweets.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He could take words and twist them and bend them.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If he was on Facebook, I'm sure I would friend him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">thank you.</span><br />
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I can think of no finer compliment to pay her, no more apt description of her character, and no grander accomplishment than that. Here a servant of the Lord, a man that I honor as a special witness for Christ, who has traveled the world and sat in sacred ceremony as deep matters of doctrine and church policy was discussed and yet he noticed that the humble home of this fine woman was Holy Ground. Being around her, I just felt loved.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you knew my Grandmother, Lois Dayton, you probably felt this too. You have felt welcome in her home, you have felt her reverence for love and beauty and for her faith and Savior. My Grandmother was not a very complex woman, but how deep was her simplicity.</div><div><br /></div><div> So deep that the ground soaked up the simple goodness around her. She wasn't the greatest piano player, but there was always music in her home. She wasn't necessarily the most elegant entertainer, but always a warm hostess. You could probably count the number of times her front door was actually locked. Whether I showed up for a planned visit, or simply stopped by passing through I was met without pomp but with an open door and an offer of whatever was in the fridge. My grandmother came from a place where "storebought" was almost a cuss word and usually followed an apology. "Can I make you a sandwich, I'm sorry all I have is storebought bread". She always offered what she had and never made a big deal of the meagerness of the offering nor the overabundance. Her offers were always simply just that, an offer. There was no pretext, nor expectation.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's possible for a person to have a bad word to say about Grandma, but you'd have to try pretty hard, and it would probably tell me more about that person than it would about Grandma. She left literally hundreds of progeny behind her, each one recognize their best and most kind traits have roots that stretch back to that holy ground in Cokeville in a little rambler whose door was always open.</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-26821561339123359302011-03-31T17:02:00.000-07:002011-03-31T17:31:25.891-07:00Creativity, in brief(s)I know, I wrote about <a href="http://gladhanded.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspiration-in-5-easy-grueling-steps.html">my creative process</a> before, but I think it was a bit long. This time, I am writing it in my briefs, so that my "creative process, in brief" can really ring true. <div><br /></div><div>Here it is again:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) INCEPTION-<b>Define the problem</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>-Brainstorm the problem</div><div>-Simplify the problem</div><div>-find your special purpose</div><div>-write down initial impressions</div><div>-allow inspiration to strike</div><div><br /></div><div>2)INGESTION-<b>Swallow the problem whole </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>-study it out</b></div><div>-Stare intensely at the problem</div><div>-read a bunch of stuff.</div><div>-look at a bunch of stuff</div><div>-talk to interesting people</div><div>-ABI "Always Be Ingesting"</div><div>-allow inspiration to strike</div><div><b>-Brainstorm</b>, reject nothing</div><div><br /></div><div>3)INCUBATION <b>-Let it simmer</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>-meander</div><div>-wander</div><div>-doodle</div><div>-put it off</div><div>-Hey, what's that over there?</div><div>-take a nap</div><div>-wake up</div><div>-allow inspiration to strike</div><div>-write it down</div><div><br /></div><div>-THIS IS WHERE <b>INSPIRATION</b> MOST OFTEN STRIKES ME</div><div><br /></div><div>4)CULTIVATION <b>-Reject bad ideas, make good ideas better</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>-get finicky</div><div>-be merciless</div><div>-be critical</div><div>-workshop it</div><div>-check materials</div><div>-solve problems</div><div>-check your spelling</div><div>-identify potential excuses, realize that you can't apologize for it later and solve the problem NOW.</div><div><br /></div><div>5)PRESENTATION<b>-Narrow the gap between what you intend to do and what you actually will do</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>-trust the process</div><div>-don't allow for excuses</div><div>-assume success but be willing to modify</div><div>-do it right the first time.</div><div>-allow it to be the jumping off point for the next thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think if you see these key stages to the creative process when you work with people you can identify where you are in the process, and what kind of feedback and input is important. The harsh criticism of the CULTIVATION stage is essential, but unwelcome during the INGESTION phase. The point isn't the rigidity. It's that it gives you a common language to deal with creative issues. To work in a corporate structure and still have the assets you need to do your best creative work. </div><div><br /></div><div>Additionally you can be working on a project, get all the way to the end and say, "We need to rework this, but we only need to take it back to CULTIVATION not INCEPTION", though sometimes the only way for a Phoenix to be reborn is to burn it down to the ashes.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I realized that my post on the creative process was hastily thrown together and a lot to bite off. It needs some "cultivation" if you will (even if you won't). If anyone has a creative problem that they would like to apply this process to, I'd love to hear how it turns out.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-43625513226305260112011-03-29T09:53:00.000-07:002011-03-29T10:25:42.695-07:00"Ad Madness" or "Why I learned that everything that is wrong with MARKETING by watching cheerleaders during March Madness.<div>I work AROUND advertising, but not IN it. It's something I think about a lot and here are some thoughts I've had recently.</div><div> </div><div>If you've never been to a March Madness game, it's a different sort of beast. In the early rounds there are a few fans from each team, then a lot of interested locals there to watch some "sports history". Also, there are a lot more timeouts (for commercial breaks and score updates).</div><div><br /></div><div>During the long breaks, each teams cheerleaders take the floor for about 3 minutes. They hoot and jump up and down and do lifts and backflips, and no one listens. No one, except the other cheerleaders. After watching a few sessions it was more and more clear that the only one watching the cheerleaders were the other cheerleaders, and that is mostly who they were trying to impress, what with the backflips, back-handsprings and human towers. (you know "cheersport")</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I am no historian, but I can imagine how the first cheerleaders got their start. The fans were watching sports and there was a lot of yelling going on, some in support of the team, some against the other team, and a few things about the ref's mother. Someone at the school had a bright idea. What if we could get everyone to yell in unison for our school (0ur brand)? Let's give them giant card-board cones and call them "megaphones! That probably worked for a while, and when people started ignoring the cheerleaders again and watching the game, they added cute girls, then made them do flips.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward back to the game. As soon as the time out was over, the cheerleaders would sit down, pompoms in laps, and that guy would start yelling. You know that guy. The one with his face painted and the viking hat. He was the guy who understood the game well enough to get everyone on there feet to make some noise on defense. He harassed the ref appropriately and said hilarious an inappropriate things that the school couldn't put on banners. And I realized that this arena was the perfect microcosm of what is happening in Marketing/advertising/social media.</div><div><br /></div><div>Your product is the team on the court.</div><div>The Cheerleaders is your advertising</div><div>that Guy is your key consumer (the superfan or maven)</div><div>the arena is full of disinterested consumers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Advertisers are doing backflips and building human towers, Sure they are shouting your message at the crowd, but the crowd just wants the product. You can yell at them all you want, but if the product isn't good they will walk out and get nachos. You can give the superfan a bigger megaphone, and make him part of the cheer squad, but then you have just neutered your strongest voice.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what's a company to do?</div><div><br /></div><div>I think the answer is both simple and complex. Complex because I don't think it is obvious. Simple because it relies on a brand doing what it is already doing but doing it better, and getting out of the way of the consumer.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here is my solution in a nutshell. Focus on your game, whatever it is, make it the best, most unique one in town. Hear to your fans, you don't let them coach you don't obey them, but you listen to them and find out what they love about your brand. That guy, put him behind the hoop on the other end of the court; let him be. Take care of the alumni but give, the new fans, give them the best experience, let them learn from that guy what the game is all about. Give them a great experience and a voice to share it with. (at Professional Wrestling matches they will often have free poster board and markers, we can learn something from Hulk Hogan).</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, you can keep the cheerleaders, but mostly get them out of the way of the game. Choose cheerleaders that are fans or at the very least make sure that they understand the game well enough to shout "D-FENCE" when the other team has the ball. </div><div><br /></div><div>What does all that mean? well I am not going to tell you everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>at least not yet.</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-16867027254208282742011-03-25T12:06:00.000-07:002011-03-25T13:36:05.603-07:00Inspiration in 5 easy (grueling) stepsSo I have noticed that this "Creativity" thing can be a wily beast. One writer described writing as "the process where you stare at a blank screen until your eyes bleed". Creating something form nothing can be hard and tedious, but it should be fun, and I think it is incredibly fulfilling. Coming up with a system has helped me tame the wild beast (at least a little). This process can be done in a few hours or over a few months. You may use it for a BIG challenge then use it in a small way for all the little challenges in between. You can even do it in the course of one meeting, as long as you break up the steps and know when it is time to move from one to the next.<div><br /></div><div>To be productive creativity needs DIRECTION, but to be successful it needs INSPIRATION. notice that INSPIRATION is not a step, it will come at any time and anyplace, usually between steps 2 and 4. It is necessary but It really needs both sides of your brain, it needs different types of thinkers. I'd like to tell you that I have developed a system that works, but I have kind of worked backwards from successful creative endeavors to find that they all have some level of each of these steps. I think that inspiration can strike at anyone one of these steps, so keep a notebook with you, there is nothing more precious than a genius idea lost in time (well except gold, or babies, or golden babies). I find that I use this process when I write, when I direct, when I edit, when I do math (seriously) when I build campaigns and help companies rebrand, and even when I teach Sunday School (yup)<div><br /></div><div>My steps for creativity:</div><div><br /></div><div>INCEPTION</div><div>INGESTION</div><div>INCUBATION</div><div>CULTIVATION</div><div>PRESENTATION</div><div><br /></div><div><b>1) INCEPTION:</b> See how I used a popular movie title to get you interested. Really I just wanted a fancy word for "GET STARTED" but this is also really important to clearly decide on what your end goal is. If your goal is "write a commercial" you might get a really funny commercial out of it, but if you later realize that your goal is to "get consumers to go into a store a buy a product" you may have missed the boat. Write this goal down somewhere, let it simmer, and maybe even try to purify it a little bit. There is a difference between "inform someone about what a product can do" and "inspire someone to understand why they need a product". I think all types of creativity rely on truth to gain power, and if you are true in your goal, and truthful in your storytelling and art making it will have more power. I think that telling someone to buy something that they don't need is sleazy, helping someone buy something that could make their life better can be rewarding. If you jump to brainstorming without defining your goal you can head down some paths that you will fall in love with, but that won't get you anywhere. (write those ideas down anyway). Always write down first impressions I have this process, but sometimes my first impression is still make it through to the end is some form, the process makes them better and builds on them.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>2)INGESTION </b>"Matter can neither be created nor destroyed". Fortunately for me, both my scientific leanings and religious beliefs teach this same thing. To create something you need stuff. Creative stuff, memories, influences, beauty art, ideas. Think of a monster eating everything in it's path. During the INGESTION phase, I study the problem and try to read related things, unrelated things, look up stuff on the internet, wander around, doodle a lot, listen to music. You can only do this so long, but this is where you need to get the basic building blocks of your creativity. If I am teaching Sunday School, this is where I try to read everything I can about the subject, scripture, talks, even Wikipedia (wikipedia is GREAT for ingestion, but also a bit of a rabbit hole), this is a good time for some PRE brainstorming. People talk about brainstorming, and I think by itself, it's mostly useless. But as part of something else it is VERY helpful. During ingestion come up with ideas, build on other ones, give your first impressions.but don't throw something out. You can move on, but this has got to be a positive experience. Swallow as much as you can, because you don't know what is going to end up fitting together later. This is a good time for writing stuff down on napkins and post its because it's not precious but it is valuable.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another thing. during this process, whether it is a group brainstorm or your private hunt. Don't worry about ideas that don't work or that you hate. Focus on things you love. If you throw out everything that you hate, you will come up with something that everybody doesn't hate, but that doesn't mean it will be something that anybody loves. Eliminate this phrase "Well the problem with that is..." This is not the time to ask questionsWe are creative, we solve problems. If it's worth loving then we can solve the problem later (we will get to that during "Cultivation"). It is worth mentioning that you can push ideas, but when pushing an idea, don't think you are making the idea "better" you are offering another option, keep the original too.</div><div><br /></div><div>You know that moment after you are done laughing and you sigh, and you know that the last part of the joke has left your system? (but you wish you were still laughing). It's important to note that you can't revisit that laugh, that it is time to move on. Brainstorming and Ingestion is work, but it can be fun once you get going, but learn to recognize when it's time to move on.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>3) Incubation</b> Incubation is the lazy part of Creativity. I usually say "Let's let this simmer for a bit" but it is SO important. This is usually where inspiration strikes, where you come of with at few "workable ideas" and maybe a few actually "good" ideas. I think it was T. H. White who suggested that writing is like hunting, and you spend days waiting for the right words to come along. Creativity needs some space to wander, don't expect a solution to come out of a brainstorm, expect some GOOD ideas to come out of a brainstorm, but the solutions will expand on those ideas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some of my best ideas come from that moment between waking and sleeping, many come in the shower. Even if I am giving a 5 minute speech I make sure to take a nap between studying it and writing it. This is where sleep is important for me. I have a good nap couch in my office. I don't care if my co workers think I am being lazy, I know what my creativity needs, and it doesn't need to make them think I am working. I heard that Napoleon took short naps before battle. I spoke with a former executive who is working late into his retirement who told me he takes a 30 minute nap every day. His secretary calls him at one. I delicately asked him if it was because he was older now, and he said, I wished I would have discovered it earlier in his career. I spend my afternoons fighting distraction and ineffectiveness. Naps give you TWO sleeping/waking periods each day. (and those are the MOST important periods of each day)</div><div><br /></div><div>I also believe in the power of procrastination. Nothing like the stress of a deadline to bring your mind into a lazerlike focus. and that means you need to give yourself a timeline to incubate to let the nascent ideas simmer. INCEPT and INGEST early so you will have time to wander for in those walks will inspiration most often strike. If you put off the incpetion or ingestion phase too long you won't have the time to wander, and worse you will come up with a great idea and not have time to make it right. which lead me to the next step.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>4) CULTIVATION </b>By now you should have something to work with a bunch of ideas that you like or love. Now is where you get pragmatic. This is where you invite that naysayer from the brainstorm session in who starts saying "the problem with that..." so you can start finding solution. This is where you make your good idea great. This is where you take your shrub of an idea and make it into a topiary elephant. There are steps to this as well, but I will keep it relatively brief.</div><div><br /></div><div>To cultivate a garden you need to weed it. This is the stage where you can discard ideas that are great, but just don't work. In fact you need to throw out beautiful ideas so the other ideas can grow here. Go back to your INCEPTION your big purpose. Now take your musing and see how well they point back to that. Can they be modified to make them work better? This is where you work the ideas out, you solve problems, ask questions. You have to trim the fat. </div><div><br /></div><div>What is the fat? It is the stuff that gets in the way of the idea WORKING. It might be the baggage that makes the idea look the SAME as other people stuff. You have to ask, how can we make it different. One of my brothers (who is one of the most creative guys I know) says that he always takes his idea and says "Okay, now how can I take this idea and make it one step away from normal, how can I take it one step away from what you expect". He takes a good idea and makes it into a new idea, makes the idea do more than one thing. This is important. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think there is also an important part of this that I will call DISTILATION. You don't just cut away stuff, you get to the core of it, it's essence. the thing that makes the idea good and you make sure there is lots of it and it is concentrated. This is where you polish the idea, you make it more than an idea, you make it work. When you are done here, you don't just have an idea or ideas. You have something or somethings to show. This is where practice is applicable. This is where you make minor adjustments, but don't change anything major.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>5) Presentation </b>Whether you are speaking to a group, pitching a client, making a commercial, or just writing a story. You must present it to an audience. In art there is always a gap between what you intended to do, and what you did. This is where you work hard to narrow that gap. Focus on your original goal and the distilled idea when you present the something. Believe it in, know that it works, and make it effortless. When you present have confidence because your audience has no idea how much blood sweat and tears when into your end product and they should be. If you want to wow someone with a backflip you pretend like it is no big thing</div><div><br /></div><div>So how about you? Do you do something similar? Do you have a system? Do you think I am missing anything? Let me know. I am always looking for ways to cultivate my existing system.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-2727989465749601792011-03-10T14:29:00.000-08:002011-03-10T14:53:35.303-08:00Be "Creative""Being Creative" sounds like a lot of fun. When your work requires you to be creative it can tend to dampen the enthusiasm for it a bit. Yet I count myself lucky that I can use creative skills in a number of different ways throughout my work day.<div><br /></div><div>First off, let's talk about what it means to be "creative". It means a lot of different things to different people. For me, there are three essential part to creativity. The first is simple CREATION, the making of stuff, things, videos, music, objects. It can be a paper airplane a Cathedral or a Sonnet. The Second part is making something DIFFERENT (or novel), people are often described as being "creative" because they have a different way of looking at things. Just because something is DIFFERENT doesn't mean it's is GOOD (or useful) which leads to the last point. Being creative for work means that the new thing or idea must also be USEFUL. Now not all creativity has to be useful, personally I believe that any creative act is inherently useful (although maybe not purposeful). </div><div><br /></div><div>But at the same time, I have found that you can't force creativity. Well at least not by itself you need this sacred beast called "inspiration". Ancients waited for muses to deliver it, the word itself relates to being breathed on by the gods. Well technically breathed IN by the gods (that first breath that gave us life) . But you see how if you let "inspiration" run your life, you can digress and digress down a rabbit hole and really be satisfied with yourself and not get anything done.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you wait around for inspiration you will get it, eventually, but it probably won't relate to anything useful. You might come up with a brilliant idea for a churro, or a blog about shoes, but that sort of inspiration is a fickle beast, capricious in both it's timing and it's intentions. So while I think my best ideas have come from "inspiration" I have learned that I need to discipline that process a little bit. Sure you need to wander and meander and "be inspired" but I have kind of come up with and informal 5 step process that works as midwife for inspiration (move over Socrates). Most of the stuff you see here is wanderings and musings, but not really purposeful creativity, problem solving, message-carrying, lesson-teaching, story-telling creativity. Whenever I have a creative problem to tackle I find that when I am successful I have used some form of this process to come up with a (brilliant) solution. Rather than tease you further here it is:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Inception</div><div>2.Ingestion</div><div>3.Incubation</div><div>4.Cultivation</div><div>5.Presentation</div><div><br /></div><div>Genius and inspiration can strike anywhere, but lightning is more likely to strike a tall metal object. For me this process is about stretching that rod higher and higher.</div><div><br /></div><div>What process do you use? </div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-28877383966023657502011-03-09T11:01:00.000-08:002011-03-09T11:17:03.402-08:00Down To BusinessIt's been a while since I shared some of my <a href="http://gladhanded.blogspot.com/2008/06/ideaz.html">GREAT IDEAS</a>, and Since I don't have time to actually start a new business I thought I would share some of my business ideas with you, you are welcome to use these ideas for yourself and get fabulously wealthy. My only request is that you share some of your humble millions with me.<div><br /></div><div>1. Literary-O's</div><div>since I often spend my evening with "Honey Bunches of Dinner" I realized that the literary merit of cereal boxes is somewhat lacking. With Literary-O's you would get a healthful breakfast(dinner) cereal, but on the back there would be short stories by innovative up-and-coming writers. Here is the beauty part, the stories would be "Cerealized" so you would have to buy a box a month to get the whole story. Also, it's available in chocolate and walnut-crunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Air Dunk 'ems</div><div>Since <a href="http://iheardthatmichaeljordandied.blogspot.com/">Michael Jordan died</a> there is a huge market for Michael Jordan memorabilia. There are even a couple of b-ball players pretending to be the next Air to the Jordan name. But no one has really taken advantage of how much he loved churros. So I would make a handy pack of 6 churros and a little thing of chocolate that you "dunk" them in. The little thing of chocolate would also have a drawing of a b-ball net on it so you could pretend like YOU are the Air of Jordan. It the thing of chocolate could come in other flavors too, like caramel and walnut-crunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>3.Circle of Friends</div><div>This would basically be like Facebook, but awesomer. So instead of having this huge clump of people you know called "friends", you could sort them by how close they are to you. Imagine a group of concentric circles. On the outside is "dude you just met", then there is "acquaintance", you could work your way all the way down to "comrade", "Friend", "Framily" and then "family". When you added someone you could let them now what circle they are in. You also click on the circle every time you post something so not all of your posts/pictures/statuses are shared to everyone. But here is the beauty part. The "family" is both the inner circle and the outer circle, and they won't know which one they are in. Also, it's available in walnut-crunch.</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-48158393737286297842011-02-07T11:11:00.001-08:002011-02-07T11:12:59.979-08:00Moving ForwardThis blog has just sat here for the better part of a month, kind of like I can't say anything after I have just said what I have just said. But life goes on. Maybe one day I will work on a tribute blog, "Lessons from my mother" or something like that, but not this blog.<div><br /></div><div>This blog is for rambling about things, and maybe it's time to start rambling again.</div>Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-42082378067174292642011-01-10T21:13:00.000-08:002011-01-10T22:11:26.960-08:00Susan Dayton's Big Book of Instructions<span style="font-family:courier new;">[The following is an attempt to recreate the Eulogy delivered at my mother's funeral. I spoke from notes so please excuse the discrepencies. I may have added a lesson or two].<br /></span><br />As I sat beside my Mom's bed in the hospital, I read her journal. She was having it transcribed and I got to read portions of it (specifically 1979-81). She was so full of life. Just reading about what she got done in one day wore me out, so you will excuse me if I don't try to list her accomplishments. They are just too many. If you'd like to read about the facts of her life you can read her obituary. Mom was an unconventional women, so I will try to give her an unconventional eulogy.<br /><br />Mom was always full of practical advice, like "take the recipes that you cook most often and stick them on the inside of the cupboard, that way you won't lose them, and you won't get them messy।" After Mom passed, we found she had packed two boxes and a suitcase for us। In them we found pictures and the wedding dress she made, the dress that she would be buried in. On top of it all was a large white binder with the title "Susan's Big book of Instructions." So that is what I will title this Eulogy. Get a pen out, because you will need this later.<br /><br /><strong>LESSON# 1 </strong><br />The News is for listening too, but music, music is for dancing.<br /><br />She always listened to the news on the radio, from NPR to talk radio. She even listened to Doctor Laura (until she said something bad about the PTA). We woke up on Saturday mornings hearing Mom hard at work on some project with the radio talking in the background. Which is strange for a dancer. Since she began dancing at the age of 3 with her brother James, dancing defined her life, and when the music played, it was time to dance. Some would say, "She is just a cheerleader", "She is just a dancer", "She is just a choreographer". She danced in High School, In the Young Ambassadors, She arranged dance festivals and road shows. She danced with her brothers, and partners. She even danced with the devil, not once, but three times. Most of all she danced with her sweetheart, my Dad. But even when she wasn't dancing she was choreographing steps. arranging groups of people to move together to get something done. Many people here have been dancers in her productions.<br /><br /><strong>LESSON #2</strong><br />"If they aren't your sons, then they are your daughters"<br />My mom only had 5 sons, but she had countless daughters. Her journals revealed how perplexed she was by her boys, and what joy she found in working with young girls dancing. She never let us know that though. Whenever someone expressed pity on her for having all boys she would say, "Boys are easy on me, but hard on the furniture." But she found countless daughters, in dancers, in nieces, in neighbors and friends.<br /><br />Living in LA, in a two bedroom house with four young boys, she developed a few pragmatic rules. Rules that can apply in many areas of Life.<br /><br /><strong>LESSON #3</strong><br />"Pick one day for laundry, and do do anything else. If something doesn't get done, leave it until next week."<br />You know that applies to so many areas of life. Focus on what you are doing, and if it doesn't get done, don't let it ruin the rest of your week.<br /><br /><strong>LESSON# 4</strong><br />"You can never run more than 3 errands at a time."<br />You can't do everything. Make the most out of the errands you can run today.<br /><br /><strong>LESSON#5</strong><br />"Work where your heart is."<br />Now Mom never said this, but she certainly lived it. It's been decades since she collected her last check for teaching dance. But Mom never stopped working where her heart and passion was. She taught dance to young girls when the check barely covered our babysitting. She worked in the PTA, and Granite Education Foundation. She worked with the Worldwide Organization of Women. She worked in the Network of Religious Community. She worked in her callings. When people ask if my Mom works or is a homemaker. I say "She works hard, she is my Mom." And I was the "good son".<br /><br />Which brings me to the next lesson. When I was barely a teenager, I was sneaking out of the house and getting into mischief with my friend and cousin Joe Jeppson. I didn't tell my mom I was off trying to discover girls, just that I was over at Joe's house. In fact I was just a few doors down, up to no good. So one day Mom asked me to take a drive with her. We were going to run an errand or three. While we were driving she taught me another great lesson.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>LESSON#6</strong><br />Love is free, and I will love you forever. But trust, trust has to be earned.<br />I had lost some of my trust. She didn't blink away from loving me, but I had to slowly and carefully earn trust back, through honesty and diligence. I hope I did. But what a great legacy. Trust and Love are important to a good relationship, but they are not the same thing, and they can and should work independently.<br /><br />Another great lesson that defined her life was a lesson that she lived more gracefully than the lesson sounds.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>LESSON#7</strong><br />"You need to be about doing what you need to be about doing"<br />I got this message a lot when I was trying to figure out what to do with my life. Whenever she told me this, she tried to reformulate the verbiage, but the message was always the same. You don't get anywhere by waffling over destination. You need to get moving in a good direction and the destination will find you. She never set off to become the Utah PTA president, or to run an International Organization of women. She just started being about what she needed to be about, and the destinations needed her. After our lives were spared in a car accident, Mom would often say, "Our lives were spared for a reason, we need to find out what that reason is."<br />Aren't all of our lives spared on a daily basis, should we figure out why? I don't know if she ever got a specific answer on why her life was spared, but a couple of months ago, as I drove with her, I asked what she was thinking about all of this, and she said she felt peace, that she had done what she needed to do.<br />Once you are moving it is easier to change course and heed inspiration.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>LESSON #8</strong><br />"Don't wait on inspiration"<br />If you get inspiration, don't wait for the right time, or the right way to act on it. Don't wait for the right words, just act. Each one of my brothers has received a hastily penned email full of spelling errors written at 4 am. Those emails are now treasures to me. I found one this morning while I was preparing this talk. Mom was helping, or at least trying to help me with some dating advice, but the wisdom has such wider applications.<br />She gave me<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>LESSON #9</strong><br />"There is no perfect ONE, there is only a perfect WAY"<br />and I believe that perfect way is love. Mom taught us to love. To love our neighbors, both figuratively and literally. To love our family. To love when it was difficult, especially when it was difficult. To love when it is imperfect and awkward. That is the perfect way.<br />And there is no one that she loved more than her sweetheart, her dancing partner, my dad, Merril.<br />When her sweetheart gave her a ring, there was nothing that she loved more. Which leads me to one of her last lessons. Shortly after She married my Dad, her wedding ring was stolen out of her car. She spent a month in mourning. She told us how she wept and wept over that ring. Then one day, she woke up and thought, "What am I doing." The phrase we heard over and over again was this:<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>LESSON # 10</strong><br />"Oh well...It is just a thing."<br />She didn't lose her husband she just lost a piece of metal. So later in Elementary school when I broke a picture of her dancing she said "Oh well...it is just a thing" and when I burned up the engine to the family van in High School she said, "Oh well...it is just a thing". And if there is any abiding lesson that she taught us, it is the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ and the reality of the atonement and the resurection. And as I look down at this coffin and the body inside, I think "Oh well... it is just a thing." I know that Jesus Christ lives. I know that my mother will live again and see him in the flesh, and I know that we can be together again. I know the lessons my mother taught me were true. I love her and know that she loves me. and I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29075724.post-65711422651114601662010-12-28T11:57:00.000-08:002010-12-28T21:17:40.731-08:00DisembarkingThis is what has happened so far, and these are just facts:<br /><br />Going on a cruise may not have been the best idea. You need to understand Mom though. Christmas is Big. It's HUGE. she usually spent a solid month of preparation, stringing garland, making centerpieces, arranging travel. All of this focus so that the family had a "magical" Christmas. It couldn't just be good, it had to be magical.<br /><br />So she told us she wanted to go on a cruise. With no energy, i've come to believe it is because she thought the cruise would provide the magic. We all acquiesced, not that a cruise was what we wanted, We just wanted to be selfishly get Mom all to ourselves locked on a boat.<br /><br />When I saw her at Thanksgiving it was difficult. She looked like a wounded bird, shivering in the cold. This woman once so full of life, was now so weak. But she was still Mom. We made plans, we looked at houses. We ate thanksgiving dinner. I made like seven dishes and she tried each of them (I later found out she couldn't keep any of it down) but she told me all tasted so good. Even though she had lost most of the taste in her mouth.<br /><br />So I knew that the chemo and the cancer was aging her. I wasn't prepared to see her. She had aged two decades in under a month. Her last chemo had letter her with sores over her hands and feet and her poor mouth was full of sores. while her arms and legs were wasting away, her body had begun to fill with fluid, and this petite woman who once went on a diet of hamburgers and shakes to put on a few, now had a large distended belly. and her feet were too swollen to walk. But she was still Mom, under that sore little body, it was Mom. We had breakfast together and the whole family sat around the buffet and made dumb jokes (a Dayton specialty), and Mom would roll her eyes (a Susan Dayton specialty).<br /><br />We got on the boat, and things were going well. We had a few good meals, we sat around and talked. We watched some movies, and made plans. We are always making plans. She had a nice view from her balcony, the Queen of the Sea could finally survey her domain. We thought we had two weeks together. Things looked good. We could sit and hold hands and say the last things that we needed to say.<br /><br />Things changed on the second night. It was a hard night that only my Dad knows all the details to. But we thought it was just a bad night. Her stomach and intestines were revolting. Nothing was staying inside. So the next morning, we sent Brandon and Annie's families off at the port. Mom was just going to rest up. Just to be on the safe side, Dad decided that we could rehydrate Mom and get her started on an IV and get some fluids into her. The medical center on the ship was fairly well equipped. NOt only did they come to her room but they offered to run a few simple blood tests. The IV was slow going, but before we got more than a few hundred cc's into her we got the blood tests back. Her white count was precipitously low. Normally your white blood cell count tells you how sturdy your immune system is. A week ago hers was 8,000. Today it was under 500. Her new Chemo regimen had a dangerous side-effect. The ship told us we had to get off. Unfortunately, the ship was leaving in an hour. WE had to be off by 6:30. Half the family was on shore and we had no way to contact them. Cameron, Dad and I repacked 15 days worth of living and scrambled down to the tenders. The little shuttles that take you to port. With the help of a lot of crew we got her baggage down the gang plank and lifted her little chair down to the boat.<br /><br />There is a decent hospital in Cabo San Lucas. Ameri Med caters to Americans but the small facility was clean and fairly modern. However Mom wasn't getting any better. She was vomiting anything still left her system, and the diarrhea wasn't helping. We hoped that getting her fluids and medicine could stabilize her and that we could get her back to Buffalo. Specifically closer to her oncologist, and a vital medicine that could help her white count rebound. It was now Christmas Eve and we were in a foreign country miles from those resources. <br /><br />Dad hadn't slept in two nights. After midnight I insisted he get some sleep. We would have some important decisions to make in the next few days, more critical ones in the next morning. I stayed with Mom. Cameron smuggled a blanket and pillow from the Motel and I settled in. I have had a lot of sleepless Christmas Eve's in my life. tossing and turning, craning my ear to hear Santa. Ironically I spent the same Christmas Eve craining to hear the same figure. Listening for groans and whimpers. The sores in Mom's mouth kept her from swallowing, it had been two days since she had kept any nutrition down, in fact she couldn't even swallow water. So I stayed up with a wad of gauze dipping it in water and letting her suck on it for relief.<br /><br />When we got on the ship we were talking about our 3 month plan. Dad was going to take medical leave, and move to Salt Lake. By the time morning come, we were talking about a one month plan. LIttle did we know that soon we would be speaking about days and hours instead of months and weeks. The writer Wallace Stegner described the west as a place where the optimism was greater than our water supply. Our problem was that our optimism was greater than our time supply.<br /><br />Mom was still talking at this point. In the morning she said she just wanted to go home. She wanted to go to Buffalo. We thought we could get her to rebound, to improve. We thought we could rehydrate her and find medicine that would help her white blood count. Buy what our hearts told us is that she was miserable here, she wasn't improving, and she might never improve. WE looked at flights and what we saw was disheartening. 15 hours, two or three layover, and on Christmas day. Mom hadn't done well just sitting and I didn't think she had it in her. Dad took control in the hospital and checked her out against Medical advice. about 5 hours later we were on a plane to Salt Lake. <br /><br />Uncle Lynn arranged for a Docotr to meet us at the Huntsman Cancer Institute. It turns out that the Chief of Oncology there was a good friend that went through medical school with Dad. We talk a lot about what goes into Medical research. I have been profoundly grateful for the money that has been donated for end of life care. However we didn't look at it that way. We were just looking for a place to rebound and recover.The Huntsman Cancer Hospital is one of the finest Hospitals I have ever been too, and we've had incredible care.<br /><br />Non of Mom's major organs have failed, her liver is 60% cancer, but her lungs are working and kidneys are working, But fluid is filling her body. Death is a curious thing. I wish there was one thing we could point to and say "fix that" or a clock that gave us predictable time. But we are watching a shrinking clock where Months rapidly shrink to Days, and days become hours. But all day we wait.<br /><br />Once the brothers were here we hoped for change. Instead on our first meeting we sat and talked about DNR orders, on the time that was rapidly disappearing. And mostly we wept. We originally wanted to take a day or to recover to allow visitors. Instead we realized now was time. If people wanted to say goodbye this was their chance.<br /><br />So I wrote this in inches, in-between the flood of family, and visitors. And I came home to rest, and tonight we wait. Mom is barely here now. and we wait. We wait for little things, dripping away life. Statistics dipping and swelling. <br /><br />They say that Cancer is the loving disease, because we get to say goodbye. But it is hard to say goodbye every day. Maybe I can get one more day, and say one more goodbye.Damianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12974627999032676012noreply@blogger.com26