January 21, 2014
2013 came and went. And like a slippery new born baby, 2014 slid into existence in our minds and on our calendars. It started like any year since I was eighteen, with a hangover and a promise to do better, to exercise more and to be a kinder person.
Well…within a week I have fallen down on every level of this commitment, drank way too much, made excuses not to exercise and basically been a dick to a lot of people close to me. You know who you are and I apologize. So I thought maybe I need my old friend the rant to get me back on track, lay down some bitchy blog on the net and cleanse my soul of any misgivings I may have in my real life. A digital confessional if you will, a blank face I can yell at without feeling like a jerk. So I started to go over what I could write about, what books I have read, what movies I have watched, what quotes have I gleaned knowledge from. Well as I started to dig I was a little disturbed, there was a pattern that I didn’t even see evolving and now that I’m aware of it I’m a little freaked out.
Hell, the Devil, Satan, Inferno. What the Hell? Right?
You see it started when I downloaded Chuck Palahniuk’s audiobook called “Damned” which chronicles the adventures of a thirteen year old girl in hell. I love Chuck, so not having read this book yet it was a no brainer to download. Then my wife suggested I read Dan Brown’s Inferno, again a puzzle filled romp leaning heavily on Dante’s Inferno references and history. More hellish connections. I watched Hellbound, a documentary on Netflix, saw a couple of episodes of Futurama where the devil was a prominent character. I then bought the sequel to Damned called Doomed, so I am set with even more fire and brimstone for a while. I know it doesn’t sound like much but after three novels and hours of television viewing about the Underworld it starts to become a sign. See my blog about the Crisitunity and the rule of threes.
Is this a hint to straighten up and fly right? Learn more about the devil to understand the big guy better or just be evil and screw the rest of humanity? I don’t know but I think the world works in mysterious ways and if you don’t stop and pay attention you may miss something that the collective consciousness or even someone you know is trying to tell you. Even just reflecting on the events of the last few weeks since the new year, I realize I have lost my way already. It’s a slippery slope and at the bottom is that little devil licking his lips, waiting to put another notch on his proverbial soul belt. So grab the controls, pull hard on that stick (wait, maybe that’s one of the reasons I got here in the first place) and straighten up, there is a long year ahead, let’s pull out of this tail spin and keep some promises. Good luck!
October 16, 2013
My brother is at it again, I’ll explain in a bit! My brother in the past had taken my blog, reformatted it in Indesign, designed it up, resourced all of the pictures and published me a one-off book, a collection of all my writings if you will. It was too cool. If you are new to the blog check out this post. It is a blog about a blog, within a blog. Inception style.
Well, my brother has gone and completed another project which blew my mind. What could be better than the blog book? Well, probably nothing, but this was for the both of us and it kicked ass. It is the launch of the Blood Brothers website. www.bloodbrosproductions.com.
My brother and I have a video production company called Blood Brothers productions, you can see the evolution of our logo design in Anatomy of a logo. We have recently decided to move forward with the creative side of Blood Brothers, making movies, making our movies. This has been exhilarating and terrifying, but all in all, fun and fulfilling. Once the creative juices start flowing it is hard to stop them and with the completion of the website it is now inevitable that we create fun, thought provoking and kick ass content.
So if you would like to support us go to our facebook page at the link here, like us, and then head over to the website www.bloodbrosproductions.com and see what we have been up to lately, there are more projects in the works so keep checking back. We’ll make you proud.
October 15, 2013
Have you ever been driving in your neighbourhood, hanging around your building, grabbed your coffee at your usual place and seen someone that you’ve seen a thousand times before. Someone that you recognize, someone who you call the fat guy with the comb-over or the cute girl with the red hair. You are aware of them, you see them all the time, but you don’t know them at all. These people are called familiar strangers. My familiar stranger is a skinny girl that walks everywhere in my neighbourhood. I see her at least three times a week walking in the neighbourhood. If you asked me her name I couldn’t tell you. If you asked me where she lived I still couldn’t tell you, but if anything happened to her I would be upset, maybe even shed a tear or two. She is a complete stranger but part of my experience of my life and my community. Sometimes I will make up a history for her just driving along. Maybe she is graduating high school, getting ready to go to college, she walks everywhere because she wants to do her part to save the planet, but it pisses some of her friends off because it takes her forever to get anywhere. Why do I care? Strange that I care about strangers. Maybe as humans we need to compartmentalize everything, put it in its own box, label it and store it away like a busy bird collecting colourful ribbons for its nest.
I realized I have other things in my life that parallel this familiar strangeness. Like my connection to historical events or places. I just recently went to visit my parents in the city I grew up in. Seeing my old elementary school brings back memories I haven’t had in decades, the look and the feel tend to be off now though. Familiar but strange. I remember it different. Has my brain evolved or was it always like that? Do we remember what we want to remember? I watched a great TED talk on this subject about memories and how they can be planted, changed or just plain forgotten, you can see it here.
Even cleaning up under my stairs this past week opened my eyes to my clouded memory. I found pictures and journals I’ve forgotten about for over ten years. The people in them look so different, strange to me. That guy used to have hair, that guy is dead, I don’t even know who that girl is! It is funny when you get older what you tend to remember and what you tend to forget. I guess there is only so much that can be stuffed into our little brains and what can’t be remembered is made up, usually to the benefit of us feeling better about ourselves.
Familiar or Strange, remembered or forgotten we will make it up anyways. So be nice to me because you may be the nicest person in the world, but to me you’re an asshole. Hey, that’s how I remember it, deal with it.
So if you see that familiar stranger, tell them about this blog post as an ice breaker, find out their name, you never know, you’re probably their familiar stranger too.
June 27, 2013
So, a lot has happened in the last little while. My middle of the prairies city named Calgary, has flooded and had a train derail on a weakened bridge with petroleum tankers on it liable to explode if not handled correctly. All within a week. It’s not hell or high water, it’s hell and high-water…bah dum bum. But all kidding aside the city has been through a lot, but the community has banded together and helped each other out. Here is an example of who and what we Calgarians are all about. The other day they had a call for volunteers to muster at the local football stadium to help with clean up. They asked for seven hundred people, seven THOUSAND showed up. We are just good people I guess, and being Canadian we would probably have being nice hard wired into our DNA. It makes you feel good that you know people are looking out for you, watching your back, especially in your own community. It makes you feel part of something bigger. Not bigger scary, bigger warm and fuzzy. You get the picture.
I haven’t cleaned up or went door to door to let people know that help was on the way, or even put myself in harms way, what are you kidding? And ruin my new kakis? I’m a lover not a fighter. I give with my brain and designed a logo for a charity Ball Hockey tournament being held this weekend called Hockey for Homes. It’s not much but if it gets them more sponsors or more exposure to help even just one more family, then I would consider that a victory. I will give again when I can, but in the meantime I defer to all of the people better than me in heart and mind that are out there right now in the knee high water doing what they do best…helping out.
So to all of the volunteers and first responders, thank you. And to you families in High River and other areas still evacuated from your homes, we are doing our best, whether it’s raise money, clean up or let people know where to go to help, we’ve got your back.
If you would like to help out, please follow this link here.
April 15, 2013
I wrote this post a few months ago, I wasn’t sure if I should post it. I don’t think it would have made a difference either way, it just felt too soon, too raw, people needed to process before I put my two cents in. So here it is.
What makes us fit to live in todays society? What qualifications does it take to be part of the human race. A spec of decency? Love for our fellow man? Respect? Obviously it takes none of these. You need more certification to sell hot dogs than you do to be part of the human race.
I know I’m not making much sense but there has been a few incidents in the last couple of years that have shaken my trust in humanity. People treating people with a total lack of respect. We all know what happened at Sandy Hook. My heart goes out to all the parents and loved ones of the victims. Being the parent of a 7 year old girl, it terrifies me that something like this can happen. I don’t know what the shooters mental history was, and frankly, I don’t care. The less I have to read about this piece of garbage the better. But to take out your rage on innocent people is cowardly and repulsive, to take it out on children is pure evil. This happened the day before my birthday, it really put into perspective what it is that is important to me. That I am around to celebrate another year alive with my family is a gift in itself.
How many people do we have walking around like this? These ticking time bombs. Just in this last year there have been multiple incidents with guns. People are worried about terrorists? If this isn’t terrorism I don’t know what is? The lack of control in owning, firing and carrying a gun in America is pretty scary. I work with a women who is working in one of our American offices, she has been living in the States all her life. She is a sweet, kind lady with a warm smile and always has something nice to say. It was a little weird when she said she owned a gun, and said it with a casualness that implied it was like owning a cell phone. No problem. But she explained it was about protection. I do agree that if I was in that situation I would probably do the same, protect myself and my family. But the solution is to not be in that situation in the first place. I would never feel safe. I understand people love America, I do as well, but if the decision was between access to the biggest malls and fast food chains or the safety of my family, guess which one I’m gonna pick.
Like I said before, my birthday was the day after the Sandy Hook incident. My friend as a birthday gift invited me to a shooting range that he is a member of, to shoot at some targets, his treat. At first I was a little weirded out, especially after the recent events. But I thought it wasn’t the guns that kill people it is the decision of the person holding that gun to do a terrible act. And in that statement, I believe, is the solution to helping curb the destructive nature of this downward spiral.
Education is the answer, we need to teach people how to respect each other, how to see each other as human beings. Some of the talk in recent days has been about banning toy guns, seriously, what is that going to do? Or violent video games. It’s neither of these. It’s explaining the rules of being respectful. Bring your kids up right, teach them the difference between right and wrong. Simple as that.
Tom Lennon (Reno 911 and writer of countless screenplays) said that in New York if you cut in line someone will hand you your teeth. Self policing, we need to let someone know if they are being assholes, do not let these jerks get away with anything. When I was a kid I would never tell an adult off, now I see it all the time. People don’t want to get involved, they keep to themselves, we’ve blocked ourselves off from everyone with screens (TV, computer, phone, tablet). That’s not the whole problem but it is part of the problem, less face to screen, more face to face. I am guilty of this myself, “Sorry honey, Daddy is watching the game.” Not cool, I need to show by example that she is more important, and that people are more important. I’ll do my best and that’s all I can ask of you, because if we all make an effort maybe we won’t have to watch innocent people go through this again, or go through it ourselves. Teach, love, listen. It’s that simple.
April 14, 2013
Recharging my battery, taking a break, call it what you will, lately instead of writing I’ve been consuming ideas. I have been reading, listening, hunting and exploring the recesses of interesting things the last little while. I have come across a massive amount of fascinating facts and interesting tid bits. Like the farthest point from the center of the earth isn’t the tip of Mt. Everest, but a place called Mount Chimborazo, bet you didn’t know that huh? But more on Chimborazo later.
Filling my bucket, this is a concept I got from my daughter, if you are filling someones bucket you are making them feel good, giving compliments or just being nice to them. Dipping someones bucket is making them feel bad, bullying or being a jerk to them. I have had my share of my daughter saying to me in a stern voice “Daddy, your dipping my bucket.” Not that I’m mean to her, dipping her bucket is saying she has to go to bed. I know what your thinking, shouldn’t it be tipping my bucket? That’s what I thought, but you try arguing with a 7 year old. So I have been taking my time, and filling my bucket, in my case making myself feel better by learning. Reading, listening, watching…filling my brain bucket.
One great thing about working for a technology company is you get exposed to a lot of different disciplines. In the short 9 months I’ve been at my new job I have been exposed to programming languages, user experience design, video editing, high level branding, project management and a lot more. I’m not trying to give you a laundry list of what I do during the day, just give you an idea of what is filling my brain. With my renewed interest in TED talks, podcasts, documentaries, books and a new game I found called Chimborazo (ah, there it is again) I have been stuffing my brain like a fat kid at Chucky Cheese. I feel like the alien in the old 50′s sci-fi movies with the huge throbbing brain. Not that I’m any smarter, I just have an arsenal of cocktail conversations, trivia question answers and blog topics.
You see I was slowly running out of stuff to write about in my blog and every time I would come across something interesting I would have to make a note and write it down. But the fun isn’t in the one interesting fact, it’s how all of those facts come together, how you start to see parallels and connections and how things begin to have a intellectual harmony to them. That is why you should always be learning, fill your bucket, your brain, your heart. Shine light into things, not shadows. Always keep growing, always strive for change. Because if you don’t make the change, the change will make you.
Chimborazo, so what is this? Well the idea is from a TED talk I watched called Rives: Reinventing the Encyclopaedia Game. What you have to do is go onto wikipedia or google or whatever, and read an article, any article, choose whatever you want, then read it until you learn something you don’t know, something your dad doesn’t even know. Then click on a link in the article and keep on going until you come full circle, idea wise (you’ll get a better understanding after you watch the TED talk). Intellectual harmony in action. You never know where it is going to take you and you’re learning in the process, it’s a win, win.
So set some time aside and play this new game, fill your bucket and learn something new. Chimborazo everyone!!
February 25, 2013
Hockey is back on and I have no opinion about the lock out. I am just happy they are back playing again. An interesting story, my bachelor party was on the night of game six of the Stanley cup finals in 2004. The Calgary Flames (my team), and the Tampa Bay Lightning were in battle for the Stanley Cup that night and I have to admit it was one of the best parties I’ve ever been thrown. The Flames had scored the go ahead goal late in the third period (see the goal in all time controversial goals/non goals here, it’s number 4.) After review it was disallowed and Tampa Bay went on to win in overtime and later game seven to win their first ever Stanley Cup. It was heart breaking. The next year there was no hockey, the whole season was missed because of the lockout, it was like a one, two punch to my fandom. First my team is cheated out of the Stanley Cup, then I have to take a season off. Those were dark times, but I bounced back.
The game I love is back on the air again and I am proud to say I’m a bigger fan then ever! I even ordered my game synced goal light from Budweiser.
So in keeping with the great things I like about the game I have included a list of hockey players names that my wife giggles at when she watches games with me, I’ve also added a few of my own I find funny. To see why you too should be a hockey fan, check out my blog, 7 Reasons You Should be a Hockey Fan. Have fun and watch a game, you never know, you might just become a fan yourself.
Here is the list of last names, some I think are great names for hockey players (Blood is good one and Quick is a goalie) and other names just unfortunate (TooToo, but he is one of the toughest guys playing and Stoner, just too funny). Anyway each one is clickable so you can see they are real players playing in the league right now. A couple not on the list that are no longer playing in the NHL that I found too great to leave off the list (Finger and Satan). Enjoy!
BANG, BEAGLE, BLOOD, BUT, BYFUGLIEN, CHIMERA, CHIPCHURA
CLITSOME, CLUTTERBUCK, CRABB, FAST, FIDDLER, FLICK
GAYDUCHENKO, GOC, GOGGIN, GOGOL, GROT, HAMRLIK, HORCOFF
HUDLER, KLINKHAMMER, LAMB, MAROON, MEGAN, METHOT
NIGRO, ODUYA, OTT, OWUYA, PANIK, PARDY, PAYNE, PHANEUF, PITLICK
POTI, POWE, PRINCE, PRONGER, QUICK, REASONER, ROACH, SEAMAN
SKILLE, SPOONER, STONER, TATAR, THANG, TOOTOO, UMBERGER
February 13, 2013
You ever find in this modern world the prevalence of anxiety, the number of overwhelmed people walking the streets right next to you. I think our brains are only wired to deal with one problem at a time. Hunt, kill, eat. In that order. But now its, hunt five different things at a time, in three different time zones, kill in an order that is conducive to market conditions and eat on the run. It’s like we are the dutch boy at the dike with our finger in the hole keeping the juggernaut that is our lives from breaking the levy. Then use our fingers, our toes and any other appendage that might plug the holes. Get your mind out of the gutter. But there are way too many holes for one person, so we use technology to help us manage the holes, timers for this, meeting reminders for that, apps to organize which holes let in more water than the others so we can run from one hole to another at top speed. Technology is just making our lives busier, not easier. Everyone is on Xanax or Celexa or Zoloft and people call you a light weight if your on Prozac, that’s old school dude. Drugs seem to be the only thing some people can use to calm their minds enough to get through the day. I don’t take any medication, but like most of us, I have night time rituals before I can fall asleep. Like reading comic books to shut my brain down, simple yet entertaining. My wife watches Netflix on her iPad, some people listen to music, but it is all a way to distract our blotted brains enough so we can get some meaningful R.E.M sleep (no that doesn’t mean dreaming of Michael Stipe). We then get up again the next day and abuse our brains all over again.
My solution is mini-vacations. Leave your phone in the car when you go for dinner, talk with your significant other before going to bed instead of sticking your head in an iPad, go for a walk around your already familiar neighbourhood, trust me, you’ll discover things you never knew were there. Even the smallest mini-vacations are good, like Louis C.K. says, I live for the tiny vacations away from my children, see it here (click the American flag), or Seinfeld’s version anyway.
Last night I went to the opening of my friends new restaurant, it was an upscale american diner themed place called Roosevelt. Good food, I had the tuna melt made with albacore tuna, mac and cheese sticks, chirozo corn dogs and banana cream pie and mini donuts for dessert, it was delicious. I went with a few of my good friends I haven’t seen in a while. It was nice to catch up and eat some great food. I discovered my new favourite drink too. It’s called a Dark n’ Dirty, it’s rum and coke with Guinness on top, too good!!
So squash your anxiety by taking mini-vacations, shut the door to your office, go to a sit down place for lunch (by yourself), take a walk in the middle of the afternoon (smokers get extra breaks, why can’t we?) or just plain shut your brain off for a few minutes. Give your grey matter some down time, and if all else fails, just remember the secret of life, you ready for it? Breathe in and out, repeat.
Take care, take it slow and take breaks. Your brain deserves it.
February 9, 2013
I’m not easily surprised, but yesterday I got a pleasant and long awaited surprise. My brother has been telling me that he has my birthday present almost ready for the last couple of months. My birthday was in December and I just got it yesterday, but it was worth the wait. Like I said I am not easily surprised, but this gift caught me off guard. It was a designed, printed and bound hard cover book of all of the blogs that I have written up to the end of 2012. It was pretty cool, I have been flipping through it and reminiscing about how I felt at that time. How my life has changed and how much writing I have actually done. Now that it is bound and all in one place, it seems substantial, real. It feels like a real book, it gives me the confidence to progress on some of my other projects I’m writing, that I can and will finish a novel. Thanks bro, I know I may not have broke down and cried when you gave me the book like Kristel thought I was going to do, but I will remember this for a very long time, it is a special gift from a special person. Every time I think about the book I smile, so thank you for making something that I can share with loved ones and leave behind when I’m gone. Now I just have to get started on the next edition.
February 4, 2013
You remember when you were a kid? You wanted something so bad you went on an epic trek to find it. It may have been the Darth Vader Head that you could store your action figures in. Or the one my little pony you didn’t have in your collection. Anyway, you would ride your bike across town, dodging sketchy vagrants, having arguments with store owners, and then trying to figure out how to get that Nintendo 64 back home on your bike. I remember going on many of these journeys. These days I find people don’t go anywhere, for anything. They sit at their computers and click the buy now button in their underwear. Not a very exciting story to tell at a dinner party. “John, where did you get that moose head?” “Well Jim, I typed moose head into google found the one I wanted, clicked the buy now button and it showed up at my door a week later.” “Just riveting John, simply riveting.” What a travesty, I miss the stories where they would drive for three days, check out sixteen different stores, get a flat tire half way to the last shop, in the rain, and then have their credit card declined when they finally found it only to find twenty dollars on the way back to the car, serendipity. Now that is a story.
Shopping may seem like a women’s thing to most men, but I liken it to a form of hunting. If you are a hunter you would never go online, click on a nice Buck and have it delivered to your house. It just wouldn’t be cool. Usually when I shop it is impulse, my wife hates shopping with me, I’m like a hitman. In and out. Boom and done. Grab the kid we’re out of here. On the flip side my wife will doddle, look at the same five shoes eight times and I’m standing there rolling my eyes and tapping my foot the whole time, it drives her crazy. I should be more patient, I should make it more like a safari, while she is doing her thing I should make it my mission to either shop for something for myself or mess with the minimum wage help. I could ask for ten pairs of shoes and when I get them, try them on my hands and say I’m going for the walking on your hands world record. I could hide in the clothes racks and whisper to people that walk by “Don’t tell my wife I’m here” or “Those pants do make your ass look fat”. Make it fun. Just like the journey for that special item, make a day of it, make it a google free day. Spend some time without technology and reconnect with people instead. You just might have a great story to tell at the end of it all. Happy hunting!