It’s Thursday! Time to sit back and relax with another Thursday Intermission.
This would be a great day for a picnic–let’s have a look at how technology can help. The soundtrack really adds to the experience.
Oops. Did we get some ketchup on your shirt? You might be excused for feeling a little cranky. Like this guy:
Maybe we should forget about the picnic. How about a pick-up game instead?
See you tomorrow!
Today’s video is a love story, full of action and suspense. I proudly present: Octopi in Love. Enjoy!
One of Karen’s bears found a friend in Namibia.
Africa used to be known as the only continent that was not home to bears. Thanks to my sister, and many people like her, that’s no longer the case.
Karen is part of the Mother Bear Project, a nonprofit that is “dedicated to providing comfort and hope to children affected by HIV/AIDS in emerging nations, by giving them a gift of love in the form of a hand-knit or crocheted bear,” according to their website. “The simple gift of a hand-knit bear with a tag signed by the knitter has touched children who have nearly nothing in the world with the message that they are loved by someone halfway around the world.”
Project founder Amy Berman was moved to take action when she read a magazine article about some of the horrific things that were happening to these children in the false hope of curing HIV/AIDS in adults: rape, HIV/AIDS and poverty. The article asked that people send in items of comfort for the children. Recalling the hand-knit bears her children had loved, she was inspired to knit a bear—even though she didn’t knit at the time. She went on to create the Mother Bear Project, inviting friends and neighbors to knit bears for children in Africa.
Thanks for joining me. Have you ever thought about how beautiful life is? This video shows the beauty of just one second–in a series of one-second videos.
And do you remember last week’s “Where … Is Matt,” in which Matt danced his way around the world? Well, it inspired this guy:
Hope you’re having a fantastic week!
When our second son was young, he watched as I listened and took notes on a recorded teaching, playing the same thing over a few times to be sure I’d caught the nuances. He asked me what I was doing. I explained that I was trying to bring the man’s message–from videos, audio and lots and lots of notes– together into a book. But I needed to sound like the author, not like me. “Oh,” he said. “It’s like acting on paper.”
That pretty much sums it up. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a ghostwriter. My work involves other things, too: I also serve as an editor, proofreader, copy editor and writer. But ghostwriting is a little different, a bit more involved. When I ghost, I’m writing an entire book in someone else’s name.
Generally the way it works is that I’m given a stack of materials–essays or notes, teaching outlines, seminar handouts, audio or video recordings–that are to be made into a cohesive, coherent message. After I’ve grasped the main thrust and the intended audience, I can start to put together a draft. It needs to be organized and fact-checked, trimmed in some areas and expanded in others. The ideas must flow in a logical progression. Questions that might arise from what is presented must be answered.
Oh, and it also has to “sound” like the author, not like me.
Gumball machines in a Diner at Dallas, Texas, in 2008. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
They made a lively trio: The young mother perusing the grocery shelves, her son–maybe five or six years old–and the baby in a seat in the cart. She talked to her children, making a game of it. I smiled, remembering how I had done the same with mine–it made the trips go a little more quickly.
Just then, the boy looked up and, seeing my smile, gave me a huge grin and a wave. I grinned back as I continued on my way.
As sometimes happens, we kept seeing each other as we shopped, weaving our ways through the aisles of the store. Each time the boy and I would exchange a smile, a wink or a wave–the mother didn’t seem to mind and started smiling at me too. Finally, I was at the check-out line–just behind my new friend. He whispered something to his mom. When she nodded, he leaned over to me. In a conspiratorial whisper, he told me a grand secret: “Mom said I could have money for the gumball machine!”
Well, hello there!
I hope you’re in the mood for a musical break this week. First, in an oldie but goodie, we join Matt as he dances around the world.
And, in a more scientific turn, flying robot quadrotors–in an apparent bid to become popular enough to provide the name of a rock band– perform the James Bond theme.
See you tomorrow!
While I was chipping away at my mountain over the weekend, I was reminded of an article I had read somewhere about hosting home groups. My husband and I host a weekly small group, so I was looking for some insight. The article was written by a woman who shared this sage piece of advice:
“When I clean, I leave at least one thing undone on purpose so as not to intimidate others.”
Well, I must be way more spiritual than she is, because I always have at least one thing undone … and sometimes more. And I don’t even have to think about it!
Do you want in on a secret? This isn’t a real post.
Today I’m not posting because I have anything pressing to share with you; I’m posting because it’s Friday, and a Friday post is something I’ve committed to. So here we are.
To be honest, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately with things I should be doing, but haven’t had the time for—or sometimes the energy or motivation. Work’s been busy, I haven’t been sleeping well, and I’m simply tired. So things pile up until they seem like a monstrous mountain that must be conquered. Most of the things I need to do aren’t major things in themselves: phone calls to make, letters to write, planning and organization for some projects, errands, household chores. It’s just that they’ve accumulated, despite my best intentions.
That’s how life is sometimes. But in the midst of that, it’s good to show up and do what you’ve committed to do. It affirms that you are–or are becoming–w ho you’ve purposed to be, and that you will conquer that monster-mountain.
The problem is that the other things—the things I want to learn, to explore, to do—seem to be firmly lodged on the other side of that mountain.
So, this weekend I’ll be mountain-climbing—or at least, mountain-moving. Some things will be accomplished; some will be given a deadline, and some will simply be tossed off the list. It will be work; but it will be worth it to get to the other side, to be able to pursue the projects and goals beyond the mountain. And that’s my motivation. As Mark Twain famously wrote:
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
How about you? Do you have any mountains to conquer?