Well Isn't That Cool

Maybe you view a yawn as rude, a sign of boredom, disinterest, or dull-witted sleepiness. Me, I’m developing an appreciation for the fine art of the yawn.

It all started yesterday, while reading about relaxation lists and such on (you guessed it) Havi’s site. (yes, I’m a shameless fan girl. shu’p already.)

That’s when I realized I don’t have much that I can seriously trust to relax me anymore.

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Yes, I know. I *said* I was going to do a ketchup-catchup post every Friday. But I’m behind on my catching up; did you really expect anything else? Seriously, I’ve been buried in work for Brain Fitness Boot Camp all week… with a major forum upgrade and changes in how the course material is accessed, etc. Those of you who are members will be getting an email shortly, detailing the additions - and for those of you who aren’t signed up yet, well… what are you waiting for, dang nabbit?

But while my head was buried in code, some cool things crossed my desk… and some other things are still bubbling on the back burner. [click to continue...]

Last week, I went on a twisting, turning link following journey, and ended up on Hugs for Monsters, a showcase for the work and thoughts of visual artist Joe Lifrieri. His site design is refreshing and charming, but it was a post on branding for the social web that sent my imagination scribbling.

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When I was little, my grandfather would amaze me with a rudimentary magic trick - presto, change-o, and with a pass behind his back, a green poker chip would turn into a red one.

Hey, I was only 3 years old, my powers of observation were limited. But I’ve always loved stage magic, and the mental jolt of “HEY! That’s not right, how’d that happen?” [click to continue...]

Well, I do!

Sometimes I speak in a self conscious, half silenced and stammering voice. Other times, I speak with confidence, humor and certainty. Occasionally, I speak in images, lines and colors, messages formed with paintbrushes rather than vocal cords. And when I speak to God, it may be in syllables of untrained dance rhythms and motion. [click to continue...]