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Dailies for 07.12.2005

There’s A Stranger In My Paradise!

Dana @ 10:54 AM | Filed under: General

I needed a “time-out”.

I needed a moment of quiet reflection so I grabbed Gussie and we headed for one of our favorite places:

Marie Belle – a Chocolate Boutique.

When you just need a moment, Marie Belle’s is like an oasis in the desert, a haven. And, when you just need a moment is there really anything better than a chocolate haven? There is not. When you can drink a hot, thick, spicy cup of it, straight up, while watching Mostly Martha playing on the back wall of the cafe in the back of the boutique — middle of the day perfection.

As Gussie and I sat waiting for our mmmm, mmmm goo Chocolat Chaud, an obviously exhausted woman walked into the cafe with a couple of big shopping bags and plopped down in one of the chairs as if she had been waiting to for this all day.

The server, a beautiful young woman, dressed as if she had just stepped off of a Paris postcard, asked, “What can I get you?” The woman responded, “A dark chocolate spicy Aztec, HOT and make it a double. I’ve had a hard day!”.

“Honey, I know what you mean!” I couldn’t resist.

Once established that we were on the same wavelength, she chatted with Gussie and I for a moment about the wonders of choclate and then the three of us just sat silently enjoying our chocolate haven in a cup.

Then, in the middle of this perfect choclate solitude, this guy storms into our cafe all sweaty and just all WRONG.

He stands at the counter waiting for our chic server — the one courtesy of the Parisian postcard — with all of this IMPATIENT SWEATY energy. He had a messy little folio full of papers. She gracefully turned, and with total elegance asked

“What can I get for you?”

He literally shouted back:

“Menu! I’ll take one of your menus! Oh, and give me a business card, too.

First of all, she’s 2 inches in front of you, second of all, it’s against the rules to sweat in a Chocolaterie, third of all — Get out!

We, all four of us, were a little annoyed by this obnoxious display. If you can’t appreciate what has so thoughtfully been created here, you have to move on. You can’t come in here shuffling papers, shouting and sweating all over the chocolate. It’s really not O.K.

Once he got his Menu and business card, as if to add insult to injury, he asked if he could use the toilet (sigh). The good news — he was quick. The bad news — we were sure that meant that,

he had not washed those hands.

Dailies for 07.11.2005

An Original

Dana @ 12:34 PM | Filed under: General

One of my friends emailed me the Steve Job’s speech that is circulating around the Internet. One of the things that he talks about is getting fired from Apple and how, in hindsight, that was a good thing. Getting fired was instrumental in getting him to where he is today. But the words in his speech that stood out for me the most were:

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma–which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.”

Imagine.

It is highly likely that what you were put here to do is something the world has yet to see and something that they won’t ever see if you don’t take care o’ business!

He ends his speech by making reference to a publication that was popular when he was a student. The publication was called The Wole Earth Catalog.

According to Wikipedia:

The Whole Earth Catalog was a sizeable catalog published twice a year from 1968 to 1972, and occasionally thereafter, until 1998. Its purposes were to provide education and, as was the catalog’s slogan, “access to tools” in order that the reader could “find his own inspiration, shape his own environment, and share his adventure with whoever is interested.”

Jobs points out that The Whole Earth Catalog was an “amazing publication” and influenced a generation. The last words of the last original issue:

Stay Hungry! Stay Foolish!.

Ditto! and for all of you kids out there, I’d like to add my two cents:

Don’t you stop until you get where you are going!

Dailies for 07.08.2005

Just Another Day Around The Way

Dana @ 10:46 AM | Filed under: General

It was simple, but very strange.

Yesterday I was sitting at a Starbuck’s while I waited for Gussie to finish a ballet lesson. I was sitting on a stool at the window reading Seth Godin’s new book “All Marketer’s Are Liars” and drinking a soy mocha.

I look up from my book every now and then to process what I am reading, to people watch or to just day dream.

All of a sudden a little dog — a white fluffy maltese — just comes casually walking up the subway stairs, looks both ways and then walks off down the street — all by himself. I fully expected this dog to be followed by his owner, but no owner ever appeared.

Now living in New York City, I have seen a lot of strange things but, for some reason this struck me as one of the strangest. It was the height of morning rush hour. This little dog appeared as if he knew exactly where he was going. He appeared to have a definite sense of direction. He was moving like he does this all the time. He was groomed as if he had somewhere to be, and on time. No one seemed to notice this confident, fluffy little park avenue-esque dog on his way, ALONE, to wherever it was he had to be.

I don’t know. Maybe you have to be a New Yorker to get just how odd seeing something like this, could be. We New Yorkers are used to having our oddities served up with a bit more drama. I don’t know.

Somehow noticing and then observing this simple, yet strange slice of life, was a welcome distraction and a breath of fresh air. As I sat in Starbuck’s, drinking my mocha, waiting for Gussie, reading Seth Godin, watching the people in –

the wake of what was happening at that very moment in London, seeing that dog kinda made sense to me.

That’s it. That’s really all.

Dailies for 07.06.2005

How In The World…?

Dana @ 10:54 PM | Filed under: General

There was BLOOD everywhere! ( including on my rug and white walls!)

Earlier today I was thinking about how, recently, Gussie emerged from her bedroom, calmly calling out “Mom”.

It was the kind of “Mom” that alerts you that whatever it is — it ain’t good.

As I stand up to turn around, my heart sinks down to my feet while it’s speeding the blood through my veins and now the adrenaline kicks in and I am suddenly transformed from JUSTMOM to SUPERMOM!

SUPERMOM – able to handle anything! She’s able to give a whippin’ and keep on tickin’. A vomit fest in the middle of the night is a piece of cake for SUPERMOM. Picking up the pieces of a wounded spirit after the “mean girls” have launched a mean girl attack — she can do it without missing a beat.

Tonight however, it was blood and it was a lot and it was everywhere.

“I’m hurt! I’m hurt!” she yelled. It was kinda like “Man down! Man down!”, like in an old fashioned war movie. “What happened? What happened?”, I asked, assessing and administering both at the same time. (Auguste stood by in shock, though ready to scrub and assist at a moments notice. ) “I kicked myself sneezing”, was her response.

I asked Auguste for the phone so that I could call the doctor with my right hand while I performed surgery with my left and the doctor told me that a whole lot of bleeding is very common when the nose is injured. She told me to squeeze her nose for about 10 minutes and everyting should be O.K. (except for my bloody rug).

“Get that rug soaking in cold water!” I plead, and Auguste just throws me one of those “you-really-need-to-get-some-help-for-that” looks. (Ya know it is possible to walk and chew gum at the same time).

Once the bleeding has stopped and Gussie has calmed down, Auguste and I find ourselves — purely out of sympathy — lying on Gussie’s bed watching the Cheetah Girls movie. Now that the dust has settled, it suddenly dawns on me that one important thing has been overlooked:

“What do you mean, ‘I kicked myself sneezing’?”

Trust me and nevermind. You do not EVEN want to know!

“I Get Knocked Down But I Get Up Again. No One’s Ever Gonna Keep Me Down. I Get Knocked…”

Dana @ 11:37 AM | Filed under: General

Success is a result of moving from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm and without getting discouraged.

This morning I found this. It was a note that I had written to myself on August 10, 2001.

Success is a result of moving from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm and without getting discouraged.

I remember that I wrote this in an attempt to try and muster up the courage to leave my corporate job and start working for myself.

I write to myself:

“It’s not a game if you can’t lose!!”

And,

“You can’t talk yourself out of something you are not already in!”

I was obviously trying to find my “game face”…

I go on to reflect on the process of learning how to ride a bike:

“Everyone, without exception falls off at least more than once while trying to figure out how to ride a bike. But, does it ever occur to a kid to NOT get back on the bike? Until a kid finally masters the art of balance and rides off down the block on his bike, he just keeps on getting back up dustin’ himself off and trying it one more time. And the beauty is:

Once you got it — how to ride a bike –

you got it for life!”

Is whatever you are up to in life worth getting back up again after you’ve already fallen more than once?

Don’t be afraid to fall off the bike because you will get balance! You’ll figure it out! And once you’ve got it,

you’ve got it for life!

Dailies for 07.05.2005

I Wonder What They Were Thinking

Dana @ 10:54 AM | Filed under: General

Yesterday I published an article in which I made reference to -

“The Forefathers “, you know the founding fathers of the United States of America.

I do give Thomas Jefferson, John Hancock and the rest of them credit in my article:

…”As a nation, we recognize July Fourth 1776 as the beginning of our independence. But it wasn’t until September 3, 1783 that the The Treaty of Paris was signed between Britain and America providing for the recognition of American independence. It was not until 1783 that the British finally conceded that America was in fact, free.

So, technically, on July Fourth 1776, the United States of America was not free at all, really. In 1776, according to the circumstances, America was still under British dominion. Americans still made and spent British money. British soldiers still patrolled the colonies, still in charge. The official church was still the Church of England. King George was still the BOSS,

According to the circumstances.

But (the forefathers) refused to rely on what the circumstances told them was true. Instead, they chose to be Bold and to declare independence even if it seemed unpopular, impossible, unlikely to achieve. The United States of America lived free as of July Fourth 1776, because of (their) declaration, that it was so.

The forefathers of the United States of America lived by the word of their mouth as free and Independent for seven years and then in 1783, it finally came to pass…”

I give them credit — but, I have to admit that I struggle as I do.

On the one had, it was pretty courageous, optimistic and bold to take the stand for independence that they took.

On the other hand they took that stand for independence while,

enslaving my forefathers.

Bit of a contradiction, a wee bit hypocritical AND, I think that their Integrity could be called into question here, too.

On the one hand, I gotta give ‘m credit! On the other hand –

Shame on all of you guys!

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