i was driving home from dropping off joseph at school today, mentally preparing a pitch for target, while listening to a podcast by debbie millman, when her guest happened to mention that artists and designers need to know that it’s ok to ask for help. so after preparing to soldier through a morning alone, i instead sat at my computer and used up a few lifelines. i feel stronger and better prepared after asking for help.
prairie sage stem
rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
i will be waking up on wednesday to -35 deg F windchill. but we are stout and sturdy minnesotans and our school district doesn’t cancel class for anything less than -40 F windchill. which means i will be in the car when you read this. i will be thinking about beaches, and i thought maybe we all should.
beaver sticks, drift wood, and beach rocks from lake superior and the mediterranean sea
minnesota and france
p.s i promised i would update you on the call from Target corporation. i talked to them today by phone and i have been invited in next week to pitch the “Home Products/Soft Goods” managers some STILL related product ideas. fun! i’ll let you know next week how it goes.
not so many years ago, being able to say you were busy was worn as a badge of importance. when that got old, the next trend was to talk about not enough hours in the day, how money was no longer the objective, time was. but people mostly continued chasing money and not doing the slightly boring and unromantic work of carving out time. now, attention is the new currency. the internet and smart phones have stolen it out from under our noses, and no one has enough of it. not only that, everyone else wants some of yours. if you have attention to spare, consider yourself wealthy, and bank it. there’s gold in them there attention spans.
this odd collection of bones was collected in that last two years, simply by being attentive. if i had not given myself a STILL blog challenge, i know i would have looked right past almost every one of these
collection of assorted found bones
here and there, but mostly shoreview, minnesota and autignac, france
it’s official. i’ve turned into a squirrel. i’m even finding forgotten stores of nuts and seeds. i dug these up today, and offer them for your (visual) consumption. bon appétit. or, translated into squirrel: squeaker squeak squeak squeaken.
a collection of seed pods, seeds, and nuts
southwestern france and central minnesota