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Overview

  • ...celebrating the power of an idea well-executed, and its capacity to change a life, a community and the planet...

Blogs I Read Daily...

  • Sweet Melissa
    ...breaks SF political news into pieces - she's smart, clever and never, ever wrong!
  • Running A Hospital
    This blog could literally be about what goes on at my day job...
  • I'll Flip You. Flip You For Real.
    Few people can write like Beth Spotswood, the next superstar sit-com writer if I've ever seen one
  • Everything Health
    Toni Brayer, MD talks about health, medicine, science and healing in the 21st Century

Books to Inspire...

  • Chip Conley: PEAK: How Great Companies Get Their Mojo From Maslow
  • Chip Heath & Dan Heath: Made to Stick - Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die
  • Gary Erickson: Raising the Bar: Integrity and Passion in Life and Business: The Story of Clif Bar & Co.
  • Garr Reynolds: Presentation Zen

June 29, 2009

No Limbs - No Limits...

I continue to be amazed and inspired by how people handle what life throws at them and the human capacity to not only survive, but also thrive despite seemingly impossible odds...Check out this short video of Nick Vujicic, born without limbs but yet without limits. 

 

This sure puts things in to perspective when we whine and complain about the hardships we face, doesn't it?

--C.L.C.

June 03, 2009

Moved to Tears...

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While I am on the theme of triathlons, let me add one more story that is sure to move you to tears like it did for me...First, the video:



Read the amazing story about this duo...Written by David Tereshchuk (article courtesy of multi-america.com), I just could not paraphrase and so I replicate it here for your reading pleasure:

Dick and Rick Hoyt are a father-and-son team from Massachusetts who together compete just about continuously in marathon races. And if they’re not in a marathon they are in a triathlon — that daunting, almost superhuman, combination of 26.2 miles of running, 112 miles of bicycling, and 2.4 miles of swimming. Together they have climbed mountains, and once trekked 3,735 miles across America.

It’s a remarkable record of exertion — all the more so when you consider that Rick can't walk or talk.

For the past twenty five years or more Dick, who is 65, has pushed and pulled his son across the country and over hundreds of finish lines. When Dick runs, Rick is in a wheelchair that Dick is pushing. When Dick cycles, Rick is in the seat-pod from his wheelchair, attached to the front of the bike. When Dick swims, Rick is in a small but heavy, firmly stabilized boat being pulled by Dick.

At Rick’s birth in 1962 the umbilical cord coiled around his neck and cut off oxygen to his brain. Dick and his wife, Judy, were told that there would be no hope for their child’s development.

"It’s been a story of exclusion ever since he was born," Dick told me. "When he was eight months old the doctors told us we should just put him away — he’d be a vegetable all his life, that sort of thing. Well those doctors are not alive any more, but I would like them to be able to see Rick now."

The couple brought their son home determined to raise him as "normally" as possible. Within five years, Rick had two younger brothers, and the Hoyts were convinced Rick was just as intelligent as his siblings. Dick remembers the struggle to get the local school authorities to agree: "Because he couldn’t talk they thought he wouldn’t be able to understand, but that wasn’t true." The dedicated parents taught Rick the alphabet. "We always wanted Rick included in everything," Dick said. "That’s why we wanted to get him into public school."

A group of Tufts University engineers came to the rescue, once they had seen some clear, empirical evidence of Rick’s comprehension skills. "They told him a joke," said Dick. "Rick just cracked up. They knew then that he could communicate!" The engineers went on to build — using $5,000 the family managed to raise in 1972 - an interactive computer that would allow Rick to write out his thoughts using the slight head-movements that he could manage. Rick came to call it "my communicator." A cursor would move across a screen filled with rows of letters, and when the cursor highlighted a letter that Rick wanted, he would click a switch with the side of his head.

When the computer was originally brought home, Rick surprised his family with his first "spoken" words. They had expected perhaps "Hi, Mom" or "Hi, Dad." But on the screen Rick wrote "Go Bruins." The Boston Bruins were in the Stanley Cup finals that season, and his family realized he had been following the hockey games along with everyone else. "So we learned then that Rick loved sports," said Dick.

In 1975, Rick was finally admitted into a public school. Two years later, he told his father he wanted to participate in a five-mile benefit run for a local lacrosse player who had been paralyzed in an accident. Dick, far from being a long-distance runner, agreed to push Rick in his wheelchair. They finished next to last, but they felt they had achieved a triumph. That night, Dick remembers, "Rick told us he just didn’t feel handicapped when we were competing."

Rick’s realization turned into a whole new set of horizons that opened up for him and his family, as "Team Hoyt" began to compete in more and more events. Rick reflected on the transformation process for me, using his now-familiar but ever-painstaking technique of picking out letters of the alphabet:

" What I mean when I say I feel like I am not handicapped when competing is that I am just like the other athletes, and I think most of the athletes feel the same way. In the beginning nobody would come up to me. However, after a few races some athletes came around and they began to talk to me. During the early days one runner, Pete Wisnewski had a bet with me at every race on who would beat who. The loser had to hang the winner’s number in his bedroom until the next race. Now many athletes will come up to me before the race or triathlon to wish me luck."

It is hard to imagine now the resistance which the Hoyts encountered early on, but attitudes did begin to change when they entered the Boston Marathon in 1981, and finished in the top quarter of the field. Dick recalls the earlier, less tolerant days with more sadness than anger:

"Nobody wanted Rick in a road race. Everybody looked at us, nobody talked to us, nobody wanted to have anything to do with us. But you can’t really blame them - people often are not educated, and they’d never seen anyone like us. As time went on, though, they could see he was a person — he has a great sense of humor, for instance. That made a big difference."

After 4 years of marathons, Team Hoyt attempted their first triathlon — and for this Dick had to learn to swim. "I sank like a stone at first" Dick recalled with a laugh "and I hadn’t been on a bike since I was six years old."

With a newly-built bike (adapted to carry Rick in front) and a boat tied to Dick’s waist as he swam, the Hoyts came in second-to-last in the competition held on Father’s Day 1985.

"We chuckle to think about that as my Father’s Day present from Rick, " said Dick.

They have been competing ever since, at home and increasingly abroad. Generally they manage to improve their finishing times. "Rick is the one who inspires and motivates me, the way he just loves sports and competing," Dick said.

And the business of inspiring evidently works as a two-way street. Rick typed out this testimony:

"Dad is one of my role models. Once he sets out to do something, Dad sticks to it whatever it is, until it is done. For example once we decided to really get into triathlons, dad worked out, up to five hours a day, five times a week, even when he was working."

The Hoyts’ mutual inspiration for each other seems to embrace others too — many spectators and fellow-competitors have adopted Team Hoyt as a powerful example of determination. "It’s been funny," said Dick "Some people have turned out, some in good shape, some really out of shape, and they say ‘we want to thank you, because we’re here because of you’."

Rick too has taken full note of their effect on fellow-competitors while racing:

"Whenever we are passed (usually on the bike) the athlete will say "Go for it!" or "Rick, help your Dad!" When we pass people (usually on the run) they’ll say "Go Team Hoyt!" or "If not for you, we would not be out here doing this."

Most of all, perhaps, the Hoyts can see an impact from their efforts in the area of the handicapped, and on public attitudes toward the physically and mentally challenged.

"That’s the big thing," said Dick. "People just need to be educated. Rick is helping many other families coping with disabilities in their struggle to be included."

That is not to say that all obstacles are now overcome for the Hoyts. Dick is "still bothered," he says, by people who are discomforted because Rick cannot fully control his tongue while eating. "In restaurants - and it’s only older people mostly - they’ll see Rick’s food being pushed out of his mouth and they’ll leave, or change their table. But I have to say that kind of intolerance is gradually being defeated."

Rick’s own accomplishments, quite apart from the duo’s continuing athletic success, have included his moving on from high school to Boston University, where he graduated in 1993 with a degree in special education. That was followed a few weeks later by another entry in the Boston Marathon. As he fondly pictured it: "On the day of the marathon from Hopkinton to Boston people all over the course were wishing me luck, and they had signs up which read `congratulations on your graduation!’"

Rick now works at Boston College’s computer laboratory helping to develop a system codenamed "Eagle Eyes," through which mechanical aids (like for instance a powered wheelchair) could be controlled by a paralyzed person’s eye-movements, when linked-up to a computer.

Together the Hoyts don’t only compete athletically; they also go on motivational speaking tours, spreading the Hoyt brand of inspiration to all kinds of audiences, sporting and non-sporting, across the country.

Rick himself is confident that his visibility — and his father’s dedication — perform a forceful, valuable purpose in a world that is too often divisive and exclusionary. He typed a simple parting thought:

"The message of Team Hoyt is that everybody should be included in everyday life."

David Tereshchuk is a documentary television producer. He currently works for the United Nations.

 
As always, I am incredibly moved by the power of the human will!

--C.L.C.

May 06, 2009

Inspiration...close to my heart

My daughter Laura completed her first triathlon this weekend. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that she would ever do such a thing! 


She calls me one day in February and tells me that she's decided to join Team In Training to see what it was like. Imagine my surprise, the kid that groaned her way through running the mile in middle and high school - and around a track, at that!...A triathlete?! So she began to train. I followed in disbelief as she would stop by the house after running 7 miles in the Marin Headlands, or after grueling 30-mile bike rides through the local hills. She would get up and be in the pool at 8 am after partying the night before, or show up with grease on her arms and legs after fighting with her bike. She endured aches and pains - knees, back, hips...only to be supported by her coach and the amazing team that included chiropractors and physical therapists who were there for the athletes (yes, I guess that makes Laura an athlete!) for the benefit of this amazing fundraiser. 

Laura had to raise $3,000...not an easy target for her friend population that collectively probably share a few hundred dollars amongst them since many are unemployed or still students. She gently reminded her loyal friends, friend of friends, parents of friends, friends of parents...Please support the cause, she asked! She held a fundraiser at Yancy's and collected random prizes for a raffle. Little by little, steady but sure, the kid raised the money, a few dollars at a time, with a few "larger" gifts from incredibly generous donors she made it over the top.

She began to taper. And she began to be anxious. As race day approached, the old familiar competition jitters she fought in her high school swim team days made their appearance. She began to count down. And she pleaded and pleaded for me to be there for her. I just couldn't decide. Many of her friends were committed to go, why not Mom?! But I was tired. It was so far away. I didn't feel like camping. I was so busy that "losing" a weekend seemed daunting. 

But I finally came to my senses: I was going to be there for her. If she could train, fundraise and sacrifice, I thought, how could I not push myself and do whatever necessary to be there?! Was I nuts to even waffle about it?!

I rose early on Sunday morning, drove the 3 hours to the event, and there she was, in her gear - and in her ever-classy style, donning pearls. She is probably the first and only triathlete to compete wearing pearls, a fitting statement for "The Fashionista"! 

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As the minutes counted off until the first splash, I watched in admiration as Laura, that once-pudgy, unathletic kid squeezed in to her wetsuit. I watched with excitement as the crowd cheered. I watched with emotion as the team ran in the water to begin the first leg of the race. Laura's fans cheered as she ran in...We cheered as she finished the swim and she ran up the ramp, peeling off her wetsuit...We cheered as she got on to her bike and took off for the hills...We cheered as she rounded the corner on her return from the ride and she dismounted, running to her transition area to don her running shoes...And we cheered as she ran by, clapping hands and grinning broadly...

But nothing was so loud as the cheer as she came down the final stretch and across the finishing line, drenched in sweat, winded, but utterly joyous. SHE ACTUALLY MADE IT!! And in a decent 3:36...

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Inspiration is different things to different people. That day, at that moment, I was deeply inspired by the power of the human spirit as seen through my daughter. I was inspired by the power of her risk-taking. The power to push herself to a limit previously unknown. The power of her doing something good for another human being. That day, at that moment, I truly felt blessed that I had not missed that very special moment, one that I will never forget.

I am so proud of you, Laura and feel so blessed to be your mother...Everyone should be so fortunate as to have a daughter like you...!!

January 06, 2009

Start the New Year with Laughter

I've been more than remiss at keeping up with my posts...Well, a new year is about as good a time as any to pick things up again. Here is a breath of fresh air to start things right...




We grownups need a good laugh like this...especially a good hearty laugh over something silly and especially considering the many dark stories we hear daily, especially from the media.

Bookmark this laughing baby and remember to visit him when the going gets tough. Happy New Year!

--C.L.C.

September 22, 2008

Making Fun Out of Thin Air

Advertising products that are boring require a special level of pizzaz...How do you advertise a cell phone service? A Syndey ad agency took on the task and succeeded - without showing one cellular device. Take a look...




Clearly unexpected. Clearly memorable.

How do I find me one of those floaty balls?!...The Streets of San Francisco would never be the same!

--C.L.C.

September 03, 2008

Bloggus-Interruptus

Dear Readers,

Alas! I have suffered from a case of Bloggus-Interruptus, a condition that afflicts one's mind when over-worked, over-stressed and when the hours of the day aren't long enough to complete all needed tasks. It includes sensations of extreme bloggus-envy of others who religiously post pretty much come hell or high water. I hear that it's onset can typically be traced back to an over-active desire to put more on one's plate than one can eat (proverbially speaking, of course)...The symptoms are aggravated when one's mind is asked to think in two languages simultaneously pretty consistently over a period of several months.

Alas! Tomorrow I leave for my MotherLand, bella Italia, for three full days of lectures to health care executives from around the Tuscan region - in the mother tongue, of course...I have been knee-deep in translations and preparations...hence the affliction.

Needless to say, Bloggus-Interruptus will take a few weeks to cure, but I am told that there is hope and that I will, indeed, get better. Speriamo! (that's "let's hope" for you non-natives!) 

Please do come back to visit...I am sure to have some musings about the Eye-talians I am about to thoroughly enjoy!

--C.L.C.

August 26, 2008

The Taming of the Shrews

I just can't help myself - while there are probably more important things to write about like world affairs, social responsibility and other heady matters like my friends are so good at, lately I feel compelled to share my parenting stories...


Which brings me to the latest...My youngest daughter Gina is a junior in high school and is on the water polo team. You gotta realize that Tamalpais High in Mill Valley is not known for its strength in sports. In fact, while the youth at this school have won national Mock Trial championships and regularly win at the State level, athletics...well, pretty much suck! I spent recent years in the football bleachers with other desperate parents, watching defeat upon defeat as my son doggedly pursued one measly touchdown - let alone a victory! But I digress...

So Tam High is not a sports school. Got it. So what coach in his or her right mind would ever want to work at such a place?! I really can't say because I have never really had the opportunity to know any of them for any length of time to be able to eek out the question. In the sports my kids have been involved with in high school, it's pretty much been a revolving door.

It's been especially painful watching these poor coaches try to work with high school girls. Picture this: twenty or so teens, all talking at the same time, giggling, gossiping, and basically being catty towards each other, seeing pool time as a time to visit and catch up. Meanwhile, on deck, this poor coach is trying to get them to do drills. You get the picture. As I said, revolving door.

Enter Coach Brandon Williams, Tam's new water polo coach. I have not yet met this guy as school has only been in session one week, but from what I can see, he is definitely different. Clearly, he wants to win. And clearly, he seems to know what it takes to win. From what I can see, he's starting with a regimen. 

And he is setting out to tame the shrews.

6 am practice 5 days a week. (Today the girls had to do some pretty intense exercises...you try doing lunges up and down the gym...12 times back and forth, and you can see how Gina tonight is unable to climb a flight of stairs!)

7:45-9:45 pm pool practice on most nights, with one night a week being another "dryland" practice for strength training.

Most important for his tenure's success, he has instituted "Shut-The-Hell-Up-Week" where if the girls speak, he adds up the syllables uttered, and anything totaling over 10 syllables - for the entire group during an entire two hour practice - results in major practice punishment - sprints and the like at the end of an already grueling day of practice. 

Gina tells me that she has never been to a practice where there was virtually no word uttered, but this actually happened last night. Today, she can barely walk, but she plans on being back for more abuse first thing tomorrow morning at 6am.

Sometimes, all it takes is one person with vision to build a program. Who knows, maybe this coach will build something great for the school, achievements that all kids can be proud of.

He certainly started on the right foot. Before you can win, you must tame the shrews. 

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Stay tuned. We'll see how goes the season!

--C.L.C.

August 16, 2008

The Keeper of My Children's Cat...

When your kids are young and you give them a pet, you never really contemplate what'll happen when they grow up, leave for school or their own life, and leave the pet behind. Dogs usually have a shorter life span, so maybe there isn't as great a chance that they will survive long enough to experience the exodus. But cats are entirely different. They live long, long lives.

Enter Rudy. My oldest daughter Laura's 18-lb orange tabby.

This cat is 10 years old, quite overweight, and with a very large personality that matches his girth.

He lived his early years curled up and spilling out of a box on her desk as she did her homework. He scratched and bit to make sure everyone knew his lion-like ambitions and that he was on top. He was definitely Laura's cat. Then Laura left for college.

So Rudy moved on to become my son Patrick's cat. He lived on his bed or on backpacks or stacks of papers - any least comfortable spot, Rudy would curl. He still randomly bit - only to find out that Patrick would not quite tolerate it the same way Laura did, so Rudy would find himself drop-kicked across the room. But Rudy would relentlessly come right back - needy as he was for attention, on his own terms, of course. Then Patrick left for college. 

So Rudy moved on to become my youngest daughter Gina's cat. He moved in to her room, slept on her bed and other very uncomfortable places. He stopped the biting, as he probably figured that he had established his place in the household (and maybe Patrick's training helped a bit as well). Then Gina left for an extended summer vacation.

Suddenly the children's quarters were empty. 

So Rudy bit the bullet and moved on to become my cat. He chose to move upstairs - once-foreign territory has now become hallowed ground. He follows me everywhere. Sleeps by my side. Curls up in my computer case - of course the most uncomfortable spot he can find. Lies down in front of the keyboard as I am trying to work. Waits outside the tub as I take a shower. And lies on the bathroom counter as I get dressed.

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I now realize that I have become the keeper of my children's cat. I tolerate his grooming in the middle of the night, his paw seeking out my hand to give him pets, his walking on my keyboard as I type, his yowls screaming for attention. 

Rudy is teaching me some great life lessons: the need for humility to know that it's okay to be at the bottom of the totem pole - I guess I'm better than nothing; and the need for adaptability for what life throws at you - if something changes, make do and find happiness regardless.

It's also comforting to know that as soon as the kids are in the house, he's back downstairs, waking them up in the middle of the night.

--C.L.C.

 

August 14, 2008

Is the 12,000-Calorie-a-Day-Diet for You?

How many of you skip breakfast? Or maybe you slam a quick bagel and coffee as you rush to the office? Imagine ingesting the following - just as you begin your day:


— three fried egg sandwiches with cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions, and mayo
— one five-egg omelets
— a bowl of grits
— three slices of French toast with powdered sugar
— three chocolate chip pancakes
— two cups of coffee

Welcome to Michael Phelps' diet! This guy is amazing - and to accomplish amazing feats requires an amazing amount of energy. During his training season, he eats a high-fat, high-carbohydrate diet so that he can have the energy required to win.

So what's his lunch like? Phelps drinks 1,000 calories worth of energy drinks, one pound of pasta with tomato sauce (YUM!) and two large ham and cheese sandwiches with mayo on white bread.

Dinner? 6-8 slices of pizza, another pound of pasta (YUM, YUM!) with tomato sauce and another 1,000 calories of energy drinks.

And this is what the guy looks like:

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Hummm...Guess if we could all dig deep and swim 43 miles each week, we, too could eat 12,000 calories a day and finally have a physique worth flaunting!

--C.L.C.

August 09, 2008

Slugs can dream, too...

The Beijing Olympics opened last night to great fanfare - what a show! Athletes are already competing, dreaming big dreams, winning and losing.. 


But, can slugs dream, too?



Clearly, advertisers are out in full force as well, flexing their might, trying to win share of mind - and pocketbook. 

I must say, this one is quite Clever!

--C.L.C.

August 04, 2008

Why Does Time Warp?

I am befuddled by the fact that when you are young, boredom rules the day. I remember hot, lazy summer days with my friend Suey, rolling around on the floor, eating Cheetos and grapes (don't even ask me why!), watching soap operas, absolutely BORED TO TEARS! 

After college came the job, followed by marriage, followed by children...Days warped in to weeks, weeks in to months and months in to years - each picking up speed along the way. 

In this time warp, the urgent often overtakes the important. Priorities often overtake passions. Dreams get put on hold.

While your interests begin to multiply, the time to do them all begins to shrink. 

In this time warp, you realize that your life's speed just will keep accelerating. 

Do the important. Make passions a priority. Make time for your interests. Follow your dreams.

You never know when your time warp will be up...
 

Oh, and sit back and smile when you see your kids bored to tears on the floor. Their time warp will come.

--C.L.C.

July 30, 2008

The Best Defense is...Offensive?

I am intrigued by political campaign communications...The campaign ad guys poll, analyze and generate ideas that sometimes make you wonder, "where in the world did THAT idea come from?!" Like today's ad issued by John McCain's campaign, comparing Barack Obama to Paris Hilton and Britney Spears. Whoa! Now that's different...! 

Alas! Some bright mind realized that Obama has "celebrity" status  ("biggest celebrity in the world") like Paris or Britney, but he's inexperienced to run the country. SLAM! They show huge crowds coming out to chant for Obama...but similar to Paris and Britney?! I just don't get the connection...as I suspect most of the general public won't get either.

The interesting thing about this ad is it shows Obama as a handsome fellow, with  HUGE crowds chanting his name...Wow, there's huge momentum here - maybe I need to really pay attention, if all those other folks are for this guy, maybe I should be, too.

The ad guys then go for the zinger: Obama is against offshore drilling (as if that's going to reduce our dependence on foreign oii?) and for raising taxes...Psht! "Inexperienced to lead...the Real Obama"...says McCain who approved this message.

...take a look, and judge for yourself - are you convinced by this piece?


Let's face it, McCain has a tough challenge ahead running against Obama who, indeed, probably does have celebrity status. I'm not sure that this is a weakness, however, since Americans LOVE their celebrities - they'd vote Oprah in to the presidency in a heartbeat and they follow Britney and Paris more than they do their Sunday preacher. McCain, on the other hand, is a much older man who is being painted as "Bush's third term guy." Looks like defense to me.

It's interesting, then, that McCain's campaign chose the approach of shining a spotlight on Obama's strengths, and then using oil and taxes as the hammer. Somehow I think that the power of the earlier images do more for Obama than the messages hurt him in the latter part of the spot. 

The Obama camp quicky responded: "Just another of McCain's false, negative attacks..."

Ah! It's gonna be a long campaign season - what fun!

--C.L.C.

July 28, 2008

True Friendships Last Forever...

I don't know where my friend Sue finds these things, but I am blessed that she sends them along...and I just must share this with my readers. 


Truly inspirational...

--C.L.C.

July 27, 2008

The Brand Called YOU

I love helping friends and acquaintances with their job searches. I also volunteer as a panelist at the San Francisco Chamber of Commerce Job Forum to help job seekers in their quest and I'm always open to giving an informational interview. It's not that I necessarily have any super-expertise in the matter, but as a communicator and a marketer I have skills that are easily transferrable to helping with career strategies. I can look at a resume and see if it has captured the essence of the person described on paper. I can listen to what someone is doing to search for a job and suggest alternatives. 


Recently I had breakfast with a friend and we chatted about her job search. I looked at her resume, and it just didn't capture who she was. Which led me to ask, "What is your personal brand? What distinguishes you from everyone else with similar skills and abilities?" She was stunned to realize that despite having paid a career coach for assistance, this question had never been posed to her.

Like the products we buy, the celebrities we closely follow and the places we visit, brands are everywhere. Why wouldn't we also look at ourselves to consider what is our personal brand? Personal branding is the most effective way to cut through the clutter and tell the story about YOU. What are your skills, strengths, values and passions? 

William Arruda and Kirsten Dixon have written a great book called Career Distrinction about this subject. They outline a process to arrive at defining your personal brand:

1. Extract: Know yourself to grow yourself (vision, purpose, goals, values and passion); get external feedback on your brand and leverage your strengths; figure out who comprises your brand community - and your target audience - and how to assess your competitive differentiation; and finally how to tell your brand story.

2. Express: Create your career-marketing tools; express yourself; assess your online identity; and build your brand in bits and bytes.

3. Exude: Be on-brand in all that you do; get a visual identity; and finally increase your career Karma.
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The process of self-reflection is not always an easy one, nor is it one that happens quickly. But digging deep to define your key qualities helps align YOU to your goals so that you can stand out in a crowd!

So, what are you all about?!

--C.L.C.

July 23, 2008

The Amazing Dog, Part 2

Last week I posted about Faith, the world's only 2-legged dog. One thing is to see the photos. It's another to see her actually in motion. So here is a video about this dog's inspirational story.

 

Faith beat the odds thanks to a family's vision of what could be...they are so much the richer because of that vision.

--C.L.C.

July 18, 2008

Living Oprah - Could You Do It?

Blogger and actress Robyn Okrant has taken on a lofty goal - to live one year following the advice Oprah Winfrey dispenses on television, radio, online and in her magazine. Inspired by Oprah's tag line, "Live Your Best Life," this writer decided to give it her best to see if, truly, after one year, her life is really her best.

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Her goal, she says, is to put some perspective on these celebrity "giants" that are created - each has his or her own story - and whom we then proceed to just about deify, following each and every move and listening intently to the advice they freely and copiously dole out.
LO - as this young blogger wishes to be called - and her Living Oprah blog, chronicle her journey - she is about 7 months in to her experiment. To date she has invested about $2,000 of her own cash to buy products that Oprah advised, but she claims there is a lot more yet to buy. She is exhausted by the many things she must do in order to heed the diva's counsel.

Is LO making fun of the media mogul? Well, of course not, says she...It would seem to me that her carefully placed disclaimers and guarded response indicate a desire to not ruffle Oprah's feathers. 

This "experiment" has naturally caught the attention of sponsors, which LO has politely declined. She wants the effort to be untainted.

It will certainly be interesting to follow this journey to see if, after one year, LO's life is truly better following Oprah's advice...

...Bets, anyone?

--C.L.C.

July 16, 2008

Ready for Tourists? (#2 of a Series)

I previously posted some images in anticipation of the 08/08/08 start of the Beijing Summer Olympics.


Here is the second installment for your enjoyment!

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...There's more where these came from...Stay tuned!

--C.L.C.

July 14, 2008

In Case You Think You've Got it Tough...

I don't think I need to say much here - these photos speak for themselves...


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So that's some inspiring dog...'Nuff said...

--C.L.C.

July 13, 2008

Keep Moving, Folks!

What is it about aging that gets people to stop moving?! When we are kids, we run, play, jump, skip, climb trees and just have boundless energy! We wiggle in our seats in school, waiting for recess that never seems to come. We learn to love sports - to train and compete. We just can't seem to get enough action.


Then it happens. We enter the grown-up world. We start to earn money. We sit in cubicles. For endless hours. We spend time with friends, but instead of on the monkey bars, we sit in the corner bar, downing cocktails. 

We date. We marry. We have kids. And we watch them as they run, play, jump, skip, climb trees.

And we scold them for being too wild. We are exhausted by their boundless energy. 

For many, there just isn't time for fitness. Exercising is a chore. Moving becomes painful. Arthritis sets in, old injuries begin to surface. And we sit. And we sit. And we sit.

I am convinced that the more we sit, the harder it is to get up. The less we move, the less we will be able to move. Everything becomes rusty to the point of atrophy.
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This picture scares the snot out of me. For this reason, I have made a commitment to my family: my 80th birthday party will be at the gym. On an exercise bike. Or maybe the treadmill. Or maybe an elliptical. Or whatever cool, new-fangled machine will be used by then. Those who wish to come and sit and watch me, are welcome to do so.

Meanwhile, I keep moving. I refuse to stop. 

--C.L.C.

July 12, 2008

The Quest for Inspiration

My postings have been a bit thin lately...The brain drain that happens at work and with the daily grind can lead to zero inspiration - so much for Stuff to Rock Your World! Which has made me really think about this thing we call "inspiration." Where does it come from? How can some people be more inspired than others? What causes that burst of creativity that causes people to bring in to being great things?
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The word "inspiration" literally means "breathed upon" and it has its origins in Hellenism and Hebraism. In ancient times, the artist or poet would go in to ecstasy through the divine frenzy or poetic madness. The gods would then impart thoughts in the artist's mind and the artist would execute. In fact, there appears to be a strong tie between religious believe and inspiration that goes back in history.

18th Century England saw the evolution of John Locke's model of the human mind where inspiration was the random association of things that resonate in the mind. Lockean psychology claimed that it took a certain quality of mind to achieve inspiration. During the Romantic period of history, inspiration was also found genius as "the god within," still positing a supernatural influence on the capacity to create.

Freud and other psychologists of modern times placed inspiration as within the inner psyche of the artist. Yup, you got it: "the artist's inspiration came out of unresolved psychological conflict or childhood trauma." Further, inspiration could come directly from the subconscious. 

We see inspiration happen all around us, and not only in the artistic realm. Today's news story of Eric Shantaeu, the American swimmer who qualified for the Beijing Olympic who was diagnosed with testicular cancer the week before time trials, where he excelled. This guy is going to swim, and then deal with the cancer later. Inspiration at work - but the kind that you wonder whether you might find in his same situation. In my daily work, I am blessed to come across many stories like this. 

I do believe that wherever the source, inspiration can be nurtured by keeping your senses alive, being willing to take risks, and believing in your capacity to reach your dreams. 

Onward, then, time to get inspired!

--C.L.C.