Things that deserve the stink-eye:

I love art and all things art. I recognize that art does not always intend to be so-called beautiful or deep or whatever. Whether or not it is an extension of the artist's point of view is also debatable but regardless, art hates apathy: art intends to make us feel something. And this child's art, displayed at a local public venue, scares the shit out of me.

Good job kid.

Things one should never outgrow:

Who doesn't need one of these?

#evenifyourenotaheroyoucanstilldresslikeone

2013 Reads

A little late. But who cares? As Dr. Seuss said so eloquently, “How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?"

I can't imagine life with Dr. Seuss, or any of these writers, their books my favourite reads last year (in no particular order). 

Smart. Funny.
Even sorta math-y. 

TELL YOUR STORY
(even when it's heartbreaking).

Made me want to make
a mix tape. And find my
old friends. And it made
me feel again too
(because I stopped
feeling for a while.)

Thanks to Susan Cain
and stories like these,
I'm not so weird
anymore. 

Maybe cancer does
indeed reveal you
more than it changes you?
Whatever the answer, I
still fucking hate it.

No. More.

There’s something you all should know. And by all I mostly mean some of you. Something another guy revealed to me. Something serious. Something important. Something both women and men should know. I like to call it: the truth.

It has to stop. Sure, sure, everyone’s laughed about it at one time or another but enough is enough. It. Must. Stop. The joking and discrimination is unfair and unkind and unacceptable. Everyone knows it yet the intolerance continues. The time for empathy, for understanding, for respect is NOW. This is another one of those turning points in history, a watershed moment, a milestone marker along this journey in life.

According to an article published in the National Post, scientists have proven that “men actually suffer more when they are struck down with illness because high levels of testosterone can weaken their immune response.”

Minus the science-y words this is essentially what men have been saying for years! Take that ladies.

I am not making this up. This is for realz. I bet PeterMansbridge leads with this story every morning when he looks in the mirror to shave and practice looking cool for the CBC National News. Why aren’t more people talking about this?!

Plus, scientists have also determined that men with higher levels of testosterone feel MORE PAIN when they ARE sick.

Boom.

I know eh?

So guess what? That commercial about that guy whose wife refers to him as a 200 pound baby is pure sexism sanctioned and encouraged by millions of women all over the world. Truth be told, I’ve even laughed at those “I survived man-flu like a big boy” mugs. But no more.

No more. 

?

What better thing to do with your suddenly discovered long, l-o-n-g dead missing frog than to mount his head like some sort of odd hunting trophy?

#youknowyoureredneckwhen
#sherri&teresa&mac
#myfamilyisweird
#dingdongs

Things that deserve the stink-eye:

we found our son's missing frog under a chest. Did I mention it's been missing for two years?

#scotchguardworks

Things that deserve the stink-eye:

when your teen borrows your car.

Know.

“Clarity is the antidote to anxiety.” This quote really resonates with me. Do you have clarity in your life and how might this reduce anxiety and fear?

It’s the future again. Sure. I know. It’s just a number. Yet every new year feels a little insecure: both fresh yet uncertain. We wonder, what will this year bring? What joys? What sorrows? What else could Rob Ford possibly and inexplicably do? More important that all that nonsense and noise in the world, what are you hoping for? And what fears are holding you back?

I’m not talking about turkeys. No matter how times I give myself a pep-talk, I’ll probably always be afraid of turkeys. I’m referring to the other fears: the fears we ALL have, the real struggles in life. According to several anthropologists and scientists, these may have several names but they can be categorized into five basic human fears:

1.      Death/Pain (our own and others)

2.      Outsiders

3.      Insignificance/Loneliness/Rejection

4.      Chaos/Failure/Turmoil

5.      the Unknown

Think about those for a moment. What’s the common denominator? I think they all speak to the unknown. So how can we cope, or better yet, THRIVE despite the unknown? Maybe the answer is in the word itself. Unknown may be a few letters too long.

Know.

Hans Hoffman said, “The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so the necessary can speak.” What’s truly necessary in your life? And what “noise” is interfering such that you don’t even know?

Know. Choose to know. Know what you believe. Know what you value. Know why. Know what you want. Know what you need. Name these things. Make a list. Keep it short. And then do something with this information. Live it. And use it for leverage when life gets scary. Live with purpose, on purpose.

Things one should never outgrow:

marveling, especially at the women in one's life.

What does the room say?

What does your home mean to you?

1. Shelter?

2. Free wifi?

3. That place where your kids yell at each other.

4. That place where you hang your clothes on the floor.

5. That building your pets own.

Or maybe your home is quite simply and profoundly all the collective things that comprise your heart. This is the time of year to be at home. Whether it’s calm or safety or warmth or family or memories, home can be the very epicenter of comfort. Yet not for everyone. I hope, right now my friend, that home is more things good than not.

No one told me how to make my home. And yet, I figured it out. Most likely all those forts I built as a kid were the prototype. I knew it needed to feel like a nest: warm and dry, encouraging both flight and return. I knew I needed a place to be creative. A place for quiet. A place with plenty of sunlight. A place where my friends felt comfortable too. A place where we could all be ourselves. A place where we could talk about anything and everything we wanted. A place to play. A place for good friends and family to share laughter and ideas and pumpkin bread pudding. A place for the family I created who created me. And a place to say thanks for that and for everything.

There’s a saying about finding all the answers in your room...The roof says “aim high.” The fan says “be cool.” The clock says “every minute is precious.” The mirror says “reflect before you act.” The window says “see the world.” The door says “push hard to achieve your goals.” And so on. But I wonder, what would the whole room say? I think it might say “this is all much much too temporary."

But for happy now and happy today there is you, there is me, there is us, there is we. Home.