Archive for the ‘curiosities’ Category
Note to My Bearded Self: Perhaps, Unbeard?
Daughter: “You look like a different Daddy.”
Wife: “I feel like I’m cheating.”
Mrs. Kirkistan often laments the stages of beardom: from unsightly to “Ouch!”
Via Adfreak
Trump is the Id of the Republican Party
I thought he was a joke. He is—and he is also pure emotion.
Freud’s “id” was the part of the psyche responsible for uncoordinated instinctual trends. That is also a fair description of Mr. Donald Trump.
If you listen to Trump’s actual words at all, you don’t come away thinking “This man is rationale and thoughtful.” Instead, you come away with an emotional response:
I hate him.
Or
I love him.
Though likely capable of rationale discourse, he would likely choose not to engage in that direction. His traveling theater has always been about emotion and first impressions. Trump says the bias-first stuff that people think before they have actually considered their response. That’s why the media cannot quit him. He’s the clown people cannot stop watching—the guy who keeps poking himself in the eye and lighting his hair on fire.
And—unfortunately—we love it. He’s the perfect foil for our entertainment-obsessed drive to national office.
Our nation deserves a Trump in this race.
Our nation will not survive a Trump in office.
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Dumb Sketch: Kirk Livingston
MedAxiom: Can Physicians Work Out Loud?
Check out my guest post at MedAxiom.
First of a three-part series on helping your team adapt to a value-first environment.
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Make mistakes as fast as possible
And get yourself a steadfast interlocutor
![As the crane slowly lowered the casket-laden truck into the hole, the widow leaned over and whispered “He loved that ’58 Chevy Suburban more than anything or anyone.” And then, quietly, “That should hold him.” [Excerpt from a short story in progress.]](https://conversationisanengine.space/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/widowsaid-2-07022015.jpg?w=700)
As the crane slowly lowered the casket-laden truck into the hole, the widow leaned over and whispered “He loved that ’58 Chevy Suburban more than anything or anyone.” And then, quietly, “That should hold him.” [Excerpt from a short story in progress.]
I am learning to make mistakes in more media. Yesterday I commented on some quick sketches by an artist in Quebec, how simple they were and how definitive.
“It’s easy,” she said. “Just sketch the people you see on TV.”
“Not so easy,” I replied. “I do that as well, but my sketches turn out fussy and juvenile. And ugly. And sometimes I despair at how bad they remain.”
“Well, I do 12 sketches before I get the one I really like.”
I found that encouraging because she is quite accomplished. And of course we all know this is true. One need only think on Philip Glass or Hemingway to gain a bit of perspective.
The more time we commit to the thing, the more mistakes we make, the more we progress. But mistakes are part of the process. As far as I can tell, making mistakes in pursuit of our passion is the only way forward.
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Dumb Sketch: Kirk Livingston





