Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Decadent Party or Steal This Book? Happy New Year.

My heart goes out to everyone this year. May times only improve. Let's work together to build a world where we make decisions based on LOVE. Let's never forget Hurricane Katrina and its victims. In these times of great floods, people in wheelchairs should never be told to sink or swim. Love your neighbor, love yourselves. To a new year, a new president, a NEW NEW DEAL. A new thought.

May 2009 serve as a baptism, a forgiveness for our mistakes and misgivings. Start anew and forgive those who have betrayed you, as well.

Go ahead. Breathe, gasp for air. For we nearly drowned in a sea of greed. Now we can reach out to each other, to those in need of a hug, a meal, a job, or a ride to safety.

May you all find a way to emotionally prosper and reach closer to finding your purpose on this earth. Peace. Sara.

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Friday, December 19, 2008

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Thursday, December 04, 2008

XO Laptop Ebook Reader Demo






My son has an XO (One Laptop Per Child).   Using his laptop as an ereader might get him comfortable using his own laptop.  I can not figure the XO out at all and he's still a little too young to learn on his own.  I was going to ebay it, but I think, eventually, he'll figure it out on his own.  It does soooo much but it's not made for adults to figure out.  It's made for kids to figure out.

YouTube - XO Laptop Ebook Reader Demo

My Ex-Husband's Grandmother and My Dear Friend, Fran Ivy, Died Last night


COLUMBUS, Miss. -- Frances "Fran" Ledyard Ivy, a former president of the Mississippi University for Women Alumnae Association and member of a commission that recommended redesigning the state flag in 2000, died Wednesday in Columbus. She was 92.

Ivy led efforts to restore antebellum homes in Columbus and was a former columnist for the city's daily newspaper, The Commercial Dispatch.

In 2000, then-Gov. Ronnie Musgrove appointed Ivy to serve on a commission to consider whether to redesign the Mississippi flag to remove the Confederate battle emblem, which critics saw as a symbol of Old South segregation.

Ivy was among the commissioners who, on a split vote, recommended replacing the Confederate emblem with a circle of 20 stars to represent Mississippi's status as the 20th state to join the union.

"Over the Capitol, we need to include a million black citizens who are disenfranchised with the flag now," Ivy said in December 2000.

The issue went on the statewide ballot in early 2001, and Mississippians decided by a nearly 2-to-1 margin to keep the Confederate design that had been used since 1894.

Ivy, a Tupelo native, was 16 when she went to Columbus and enrolled in what was then called the Mississippi State College for Women, now MUW. She graduated in 1937.

She and her husband, Robert Adams Ivy, bought and restored one of Columbus' oldest homes, a modified log house formerly owned by Civil War Gen. Stephen D. Lee. In the home, called Hickory Sticks, the Ivys hosted literary evenings with Eudora Welty, Wyatt Cooper, Hodding Carter and others.

Lillian Wade, an MUW graduate and friend of Ivy's, told The Commercial Dispatch: "I think we'd have lost a lot more of our historic homes in Columbus, if Fran had not taken the initiative, a long time ago, to stop the destruction."

Funeral services are 2 p.m. Saturday at First United Methodist Church in Columbus, with burial in Friendship Cemetery. Memorial Funeral Home in Columbus is handling arrangements.

Ivy is survived by a son, three grandchildren and a great-grandchild. Her husband died in 1991.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Smile Smile Smile

Sunday, November 30, 2008

A Brighter Day Will Come





MC Yogi Rocks the Hizzy. Tooting my Obama horn one more time.
Obama '08 - Vote For Hope from MC Yogi on Vimeo.

Obey the Force, Martha! Book Cover Blog Design Inspiration

Smashing Magazine 's attempts to artistically inspire me never disappoint. I love to look but my fingers only touch keys, not paint or oogly googly clay and slime. Don't get me wrong. I love to roll around in mud and pick my boogers barefooted. But after sitting in a desk for 12 years, my mind won't allow my hand to draw anything but alphabetic letters. I still have the desire to create and writing always seems much safer than art.

Look at my blog and guess what kind of grades I made in art. When in doubt use phallic imagery. Luckily, writer people and artist people, through our unconventional and "non-business" passions, seem to find common ground. Our work both taunts and inspires us. Check out these book covers. Ponder the colors, fonts, images, layouts and styles. Who knows, they may help you decide on a blog design. Your blog IS your book. Images, textures and colors make them all the more enjoyable to read.

Secret: We're actually the "real business people." And every person should satisfy that urge to create. Blogs grant us permission. Go write, create, learn and share. GO! What a powerful technology. Artists, writers, readers, and all who still believe in the liberal arts.... We might have an advantage. Joining forces is "A good thing." (little Martha Stewart in there!) Luke... Do not resist the progress. Click on the book for more Smashing eye candy!
Excellent Book Covers and Paperbacks | Inspiration | Smashing Magazine

Thursday, November 27, 2008

WORD.... CHUCK KLOSTERMAN


Last May, while eyeing the bookstore goodies, I became mesmerized by the words: JEFF TWEEDY, DRUGS, DOUGLAS COUPLAND (introduced the masses to the concept of Generation X ( coincidental, I was reading X Saves the World: How Generation X Got the Shaft But Can Still Keep Everything from Sucking)...

Sex, Drugs & Cocoa Puffs, a pop analysis piece written by Chuck Klosterman discusses pop culture phenomenons like:

* Reality TV
* MILF webcam porn at-home cottage industries
* Pam Anderson
* Cheezy comedy-love movie scenarios that never really happen
* Zack & Slater & Kelly
* Metallica cover bands
* The Sims phenomenon

But he does it in an intelligent way that makes you laugh, not hating "what we've become" or pop culture's players. His theories never leave your perspective once implanted. You'll observe these times in a whole new way. No creepiness or depressiveness. He leaves you with what Oprah (my best friend) calls an "ah-ha" moment.

I've also read Chuck Klosterman IV, A Decade of Curious People & Dangerous Ideas, made up of 3 sections:

* Things that are True: More Pop culture and more Jeff (sigh). I was tempted to skip the sports pieces (not interested) but they're actually highly entertaining and insightful. He maps out the weirdness of celebrity.

* Things that Might be True: He poses hypothetical questions (no clue where or how he crafted these) that have nothing to do with the stories they precede. If you think (until your brain hurts) about the questions and stories' relatedness, they actually have everything to do with each other. Coincidentally, I read the reality TV/George Bush and how humans enjoy seeing each other "go down" piece on election day this year (Obama v. McCain).

* Something that isn't True at All: Yeah, yeah, Chuck, you know you're addicted to angel dust. I actually thought this was a true story. But it's only 85% true. This section foreshadows Chuck's talent with fiction.

I OPT FOR THE HOVERCRAFT.

He's written other books (Killing Yourself to Live, Fargo Rock City) but I look forward to his latest, Downtown Owl, which couldn't possibly measure up to the mind blowing PCP he's delivered to my brain already. It's probably more intriguing than imaginable. It's tough to describe writing that's so honest (it hurts), so hilarious, so intelligently advanced, so readable and simply written, so entertaining, so.... relevant to our times.... And not sound like a false copywriter trying to sell recession proof Amway products. Hell, just describing his art form and its importance and appeal... makes my writing nothing, boring. Or starstruck.


Chuck disregards the disgusting social grace's we all fear of breaking. He speaks the truth, in a sarcastic satirical, "duh" sort of way, disregarding editors and family members. One thing Chuck was born to accomplish in his lifetime was critiquing Gun's n' Rose's latest album, Chinese Democracy:
C.K:
"Does Chinese Democracy accomplish its goal? After all this time and all that money, will this album truly bring democracy to China?

I don't know. I just don't know."

"On the caustic rocker "Slash and Burned," Rose lashes out at his former band-mates now in Velvet Revolver with staggering specificity: "Your singer has cocaine eyes and a skeletons trance / We'll see if RCA recoups their advance." Rose has also retained his pathological distaste for the media, lyrically attacking the editors of Vanity Fair, MTV personality Sway, numerous teenage bloggers, and the city hall reporter for the Cincinnati Enquirer (who, curiously, has never written about pop music)."

"Obviously, the sexy albatross hanging around Rose's wiry jugular is simple modernity: Could he create an album that would sound contemporary -- and competitive."

"This is the kind of gutter-glam boogie ballad that makes "November Rain" seem like a bucket of burro vomit warming in the afternoon sun. Chinese Democracy is simultaneously propulsive and ponderous, and there are some electrifying guitar arpeggios on both "Silk Worm" and "Thursday Morning Strip Club"

Chinese Democracy is not the greatest rock album ever made."


Chuck's Thoughts on Sanjaya, Democracy, and Voting:

Audiofile: Music Blog, Music Articles - Salon.com

"If we lived in a futuristic dystopia where the state forced the totality of its populace to watch 'American Idol' every week after constitutionally decreeing that this program would serve as the sole arbitrator for creative integrity, then, yes, voting for Sanjaya would be 'subversive.' As things currently stand, I would classify purposefully voting for a television personality you don't like as 'astonishingly idiotic.' It is difficult to understand why people would direct effort toward negatively impacting a TV show they could just as easily not watch, especially since their efforts will (clearly) have the exact opposite effect on the very program they (allegedly) despise."


Chuck Klosterman salutes R Kelly's hip-hopera Trapped In The Closet | Music | The Guardian
"When he was a 27-year-old millionaire, Kelly married a 15-year-old girl (the now deceased pop starlet Aaliyah). I can't comprehend why someone would do that, just as I can't understand why someone would (allegedly) urinate on a teenager before releasing an album titled Chocolate Factory."

"I realise this may seem incomprehensible.

This is not my fault.

If anything, I have grossly oversimplified the details of the narrative."
"It almost seems pointless to try and explain the purpose and meaning of Kelly's Trapped In The Closet, his 22-chapter hyper-melodramatic hip-hopera that is mostly a series of short phone calls, revelatory cliffhangers, and confused men who like to point guns at each other. Describing TITC to anyone whose hasn't seen it themselves is virtually impossible, simply because there's no other art to compare it with (it falls somewhere between a parody of musical theatre, a soap opera from the late 1970s, and a BET version of The Red Shoe Diaries). Discussing it with sincere TITC fanatics isn't much easier, because (a) the story has more characters than Dune, and (b) nobody seems to know what they're supposed to be figuring out. Even its creator pleads ignorance."

Chuck's SO Cool.... Reviewers Review His Reviews:
Chuck Klosterman reviews Chinese Democracy | The A.V. Club

"There is no one in the world more qualified to review the exhaustingly anticipated new Guns N' Roses album than he is.

Reviewing Chinese Democracy is not like reviewing music. It's more like reviewing a unicorn."

And NOW, Downtown Owl!!!!!!

"Book Review: Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman"
"In these closing moments, Klosterman shows off his full mastery of the narrative. He brings all of his plots to a slam-bang conclusion almost simultaneously. And he adds a sweet ironic twist at the end that imparts a piquant flavor to the whole endeavor. Capping a book this good with an ending that lives up to everything that went before is no small feat. For my part, I give both thumbs up to Downtown Owl. Let’s hope Chuck Klosterman’s debut novel is the first of many.

In his first novel, he does for Owl, North Dakota, what Godzilla did to Tokyo, albeit over the course of 275 pages."

Another book review:
DOWNTOWN OWL by Chuck Klosterman | LIT MOB


"Diagnosing Chuck Klosterman | Salon Books"
"Downtown Owl" follows a cast of likable but doomed characters over the course of nine months in 1984 in the fictional town of Owl, N.D. Their stories unfold with sympathy and a careful eye for the rich peculiarities of small-town American life. "They had been drinking for seven hours," he writes. "Ted was trying to drive off his buzz." It is, at times, laugh-out-loud funny, but it is also poignant and sad. In one of the novel's best set pieces, a widower named Horace recalls the death of his wife, Alma, wracked by a hyper-rare sleep disorder that sent her into a state of hallucinatory psychosis and desperation. "That night, Alma screamed at the television. She thought it was a panda bear."

"Julia, a high school English teacher and secret stoner, muses to herself in the depths of a mellow buzz that the world can be split into two kinds of people: "People who said, 'This joint is cashed,' and people who always said, 'Well, let me try.' Julia placed herself to be in the second category, although she wondered if that made her an optimist or a pothead."

And Klosterman, a man who built his career on dazzling, antic nonfiction, has also done something unexpected. (And yet, at the same time, totally clichéd.) He has written a novel. A novel that is quite good, actually. Not overeager or hyperambitious, but a slow burn of a small-town snapshot that is more "Winesburg, Ohio" than Amy Winehouse, more "Last Picture Show" than "Rocky Horror Picture Show."

It's not difficult to be the cop in the car watching the meth lab, but you will drive yourself sad. You'll find yourself thinking, Maybe the meth lab will blow up ... But it doesn't blow up. It just sits there, falling apart and declining in value, while the people inside lose their teeth and get crazy high

Klosterman (like Dave Eggers before him) was a thrilling antihero, someone who talked more about Billy Joel than Sonic Youth, more about "Star Wars" than Godard. He was not Greil Marcus -- scholar, aesthete, historian. He was a state-schooler from North Dakota who chugged beer, wrote fantastic prose about his romantic misdeeds as related to his favorite music and movies and TV shows, and somehow struck gold. He was just like us -- except for the fame, money and accolades, which also created a twisted kind of resentment even among his fans, because if he was so goddamn much like us, well, then, why weren't we him?

(AM I MISSING SOMETHING HERE? THIS NEW YORK PRESS TAKE-DOWN WAS JUST....WEIRD. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WAS PUBLISHED. CAN WE SAY CRACK HEAD? OR... BABYBOOMER...)...CUTFOLDED BOUND SIDE-NOTE

or this, he has been both wildly overpraised (People magazine called him "the new Hunter Thompson") and almost pathologically reviled. An infamous New York Press takedown of Klosterman, following the publication of "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs," was the media world equivalent of a hissy fit: "I have found the metaphor for everything vile in my generation, and its name is Chuck Klosterman," wrote Mark Ames, his professional jealousy seething from the page. He continued, "Klosterman is, quite simply and almost literally, an ass. His soft, saggy face bears a disturbing resemblance to a 50-year-old man's failing, hairless back end."

For those of us who toil in the trenches of alt-journalism, music blogs or the velvet coffins of midtown Manhattan glossy magazines, there was something both heroic and demonic about Klosterman's meteoric rise. For old-school music critics, he appeared glib, his fame unearned. For those of us who suspiciously eyed the hallowed world of cultural criticism as insular, elitist and frustratingly cold -- and I stand firmly in this camp.

People magazine called him "the New Hunter Thompson".

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Aristotle Pushing Information & eReaders

Today's Conclusion:

Sony Sucks

Kindle is Pleasant

iPhone is Portible



Now for the MEAT:

There's a certain writer whose books I devour.

He's been called "The Artistotle of the Information Age."

Subscribe (top right) because his identity will be a suprise and you want to know, trust me.
If Anyone can guess who this magnificent writer is, Twitter me @30abchgrl leave a comment.

If you must leave and never find out, I understand, there's just too much good info out there and you can't wait.

BUT I aspire to be a beacon (not the George Bush type of Beacon, Silly!). One day I hope this blog will be that for you.

He's been called a lot of names but Mr. Aristotle of the Information Age can't be named or categorized among any other person or writer in history.

He writes like his mama's not in the audience.


Current
State
: Experiencing Deep Withdrawals.

The good news is: while I've been rationing his words, like a crack junkie, he's published more crack. And I'm sure it's just as good and hopefully better (it's never as good as the first time), than his last couple of batches. Truthfully, two of his books have already blown my mind, equally, well, in different ways.



Sunday, November 23, 2008

ebook Reader Devices: A Quick Run-Down


Why chop down all those trees? Why lug books around? Why not publish your own book? Think of the money and time you'll save on all ends of the equation. I know it's rather creepy that we humans are now reading off of screens instead of paper books. But Come ON. it IS the future. We partied like it was 1999 ten years ago!

Ebooks
are going to be big. There's no stopping it.

Choosing an ebook Reader Device can be a daunting task, simply because there's lots to choose from , and none seem to be the "ultimate Reader" to buy. Also, the technology of Reading Devices on the drawing room floor far surpass the ones on market now.

BUT if you must buy one today (and I don't blame you), these 3 seem to be drawing the most attention:

The Kindle and the Sony are the least expensive of the three. And the iRex is supposed to be the Cream of the Crop. Of course the new Iphone3G has the ability to operate as a Reader too. What doesn't the thing do! But some claim the screen is too small to really enjoy reading on it.

Here's some other noteworthy links:

The Amazon Kindle Store sells downloadable books, newspapers, magazines.

Project Gutenberg's website contains the first and largest single collection of eBooks.

And Here's how to download an ebook on your computer, without a portable device.

Here's Kindle's Self-Publishing tool, where you can sell your own eBook on Amazon.

Subscribe to Cut, Folded & Bound, so you can following along on the Great eBook Journey. Who knows where it will lead.

And please share your knowledge and insights!



Thursday, November 20, 2008

Signed Obama Books Fetching Presidential Prices


Wowzer! I haven't read any of Obama's books yet. But seeing how I admire his eloquent use of words, I suppose I should. Hopefully the spirit of his signatures will leave behind a miraculous and positive legacy. I know you all must think I'm totally obsessed with Obama, and for the rest of you..... you can't stand it, because the world is coming to an end. And I'm sitting over here acting like a Bush supporter (after he stole the election). You know.... all giddy, because Gore and the rest of the weird-o loser, lazy democrats almost got to count the votes up. I'm just praying for a miracle and HOPING that this will turn into a beautiful story. It already has, really. I hope one day the Republicans will open their hearts and minds. I know you don't like his tax plan, but have you looked at the rest of his plans? Look at the larger picture. It's time you stop obsessing about taxes. There are ways to get around those. Just don't pay them if you don't like them. I know how you feel... to know that you're right. Imagine how it feels when you discover that you're really right. Don't waste our time and energy with cigars anymore. Simmer down.

Everyone wants a piece of Obama history. AbleBooks.com has reported a spike in Obama book sales. Fans are willing to pay anywhere from $500 to $5,500 for a signed copy of Dreams From My Father.

Before the election, the most expensive Obama book sold by AbeBooks.com was a signed copy of Dreams From My Father for $1,798.

The cheapest one available at AbeBooks.com is a signed soft cover of Change We Can Believe In for $975.

And the most sought after Obama book is the signed 1995 first edition copies of Dreams From My Father published when he was still a lawyer and lecturer. The book actually went out of print. Now these rare editions can reach $10,000.

Even though Obama hasn't even move into the White House, prices for his signed books are already comparable to previous presidents. AbeBooks.com has sold a signed copy of Bill Clinton’s My Life for $3,450 and a signed copy of Ronald Reagan’s An American Life for $6,325.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Whimsicle Book Labels




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Tuesday, September 16, 2008

"X Saves the World"

The upcoming 2008 election could not arrive at a more opportune time. Americans hunger for a leader capable of creating and implementing innovative solutions to 21st century problems. Issues the country once seemed immune to, such as the nation’s safety, the economy’s health, and the availability of natural resources, resonate along the campaign trail. And the time that always seemed so distant has arrived.

How did America find itself in such a predicament within our lifetimes? Jeff Gordinier’s newly published book, “X Saves the World: How Generation X Got the Shaft but Can Still Keep Everything from Sucking,” allows its readers to step back and take a look at American culture over the past couple of decades. This fresh perspective offers answers to how America arrived at her current state. Gordinier, also editor at large of “Details Magazine,” convincingly believes that Generation X will rescue the damsel in distress.

The manifesto may naturally offend the majority of America, which happens to be made up of the Baby Boomer and Y Generations. But most of America may also want to take notes from the slacker generation, or Generation X, especially if they have any interest in future generations. It may seem ridiculous that Gordinier believes X, the tiny demographic sandwiched between the Boomer and Y Generations, can and will be America’s superhero. But don’t worry, Generation X never liked competition and certainly never enjoyed taking any credit. In fact, Generation X runs from the spotlight.

Gordinier does not blame America’s problems on one generation. Instead, he identifies the villain as America’s movement towards a corporate monoculture.

The corporate takeover of our towns happened during broad daylight. Optimistic Americans welcomed big corporations into their towns, believing the growth would generate opportunity. Despite the delusion, nobody realized these corporations’ enormous power to breed. Over the past few decades, corporations colonized and cloned themselves repetitively, leaving almost no region untouched. And now, most towns, once characterized by their differences, look like the same town, owned by the same corporations.

This corporate monoculture kidnapped almost every aspect of American lives, including the media, leaving the average citizen alienated, numb. The corporate take-over eerily resembles a modern-day form of slavery, with a few kinks (like homesickness) worked out. Historically, slave owner culture often replaced the slaves’ native culture. America is no exception: Corporate culture is replacing American culture.

Because of their general distaste for corporate culture, X, the only generation to escape the enemy, may have what it takes to rescue America. Gordinier displays this fact through each generation’s taste in music.

Before X’s hey-day, 1991-1999, there was Queenryche, Color Me Bad, and New Kids on the Block. And then Nirvana arrived on the scene. The band appealed to Generation X, who couldn’t move from underneath the Baby Boomers’ super sized shadow. Gordinier describes Nirvana’s elusive message as “a sarcastic reaction to a revolution.” And in 1991, Xers were tired of hearing Baby Boomer’s toss around hollow words such as revolution and movement.

The Boomers’ size and affluence, alone, exhort enormous influence over every aspect of American life. They influence not only trends but also beliefs. And in the 60s, they believed they were saving the world. But X perceives the Boomers as a gluttonous generation who choked and compromised their values. The evasive Generation X, who worked hard not to “sell out,” as their parents did, successfully puzzled marketers as well as other generations who never managed to fully stereotype the generation’s sensibilities.

Marketers stopped loving X around the summer of 91, when Perry Ferrell’s Lollapalooza Festival lured marketers to coin the generation’s music as “alternative.” Gordinier compares this move to the sterile insect technique, or gathering a swarm of male flies and blasting them with chemical radiation. The infertile flies are then released to mate with female flies, who would lay infertile eggs. By 93, bands like Stone Temple Pilots, Seven Mary Three, Candlebox, and Bush flooded the airwaves, mated with their listeners, who quickly decided that alternative music sucked.

1999 marked the end of X’s heyday. This same year, MTV also stopped loving X and started loving Britney’s millennial generation, a much larger target market. Gordinier calls this shift: monoculture’s revenge.

Everything that Generation X stands for: music, art, design, freedom (culture), everything that ran counter to a monoculture started disappearing. Gordinier compares Millenial music to Wal-Mart, “cheap, clean, massive and censored.” Generation X musicians, who committed suicide or were killed in drive-bys, were considered bad investments. Besides, their music contained the presence of human qualities that inspired listeners to pay attention, wake up, question authority and to fight for integrity.

How did defiant X let their art disappear from mainstream radio? You guessed it: Money and Greed. In X’s heyday, it was cool to not care about money, but The dot-com boom appealed to X sensibilities: away with dress-codes, dull offices, and many other old workplace rules. Xers started thinking about the possibilities of early retirement and wealth. The stockmarket crash of 2000 killed the boom, and Xers became members of the most enduring and influential movement of the past 50 years: the yuppie phenomenon. Suddenly X, morphed into a complacent workforce. The generation either became familiar with corporate jargon or risked being categorized as freak slackers. Gordinier writes that while the yuppies were busy colonizing his favorite neighborhood, they were apparently doing the same thing to his brain.

Now, America is staring down Huge economic, safety, environmental, cultural, and spiritual problems, problems threatening to bury everything we love about this country. And X, wary enough to see through delusional movements, yet old enough to feel a connection to the past, won’t go away without a fight.

Because the Baby Boomer Hippy Generation stigmatized the whole practice of standing up to the man through “peaceful protests,” Generation X has crafted and mastered a whole new form of protest, which also happens to be entertaining. Brooks Brothers Satirists, such as the Yes men and Billionaires for Bush take on some of the most ludicrous positions to prove a point: America is silently and without question accepting some of the most insane decision making going on in America right now.

Generation X not only rules comedy and satire, they are also saving the world in a quiet, modest, and local way. Take Cameron Sinclair, who started “Architecture for Humanity.” His international organization provides up-rooted people with housing, and we’re not talking FEMA trailers. Sinclair believes that people will take care of their homes and communities if they have pride in them.

Sinclair likes to use the word “Urban Acupuncture,” to describe the ripple effect of piercing a place with one small, dramatic pinpoint improvement. Sinclair uses this metaphor for the whole Gen X approach to problem solving: Fix things in the microcosm and let it radiate outwards. He describes the “Urban Acupuncture” as a “You Tube Mentality,” start small, aim high.

Gordinier writes that Sinclair Xishly hasn’t displayed any signs of “Hands Across America Megalomania.” Contrarily, he refuses to see himself as the top dog in a hierarchy. In fact, Sinclair wants to give credit away by open sourcing “Architecture for Humanity.” Anyone can start a chapter by downloading the mission statements and blueprints. No permission necessary. .

Gordinier also mentions Sustainable South Bronx’s “Green the Ghetto,” who lobbies aggressively for parks, greenways, and blooming floral roofs.

When you go to the polls, think about the “slacker generation’s” contributions they achieved without “selling out.” Think about the inventiveness of the generation who got the shaft, the generation who created Google, YouTube, Amazon, Netflix, and Wikipedia, among just a few of its accomplishments.

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Monday, July 07, 2008

Unemployment 101: Quit Your Job, Save the World

I happened to stumble upon some great news for anyone, including myself, who finds themselves categorized, in one form or another, as “different.” This revelation appeared before me in the form of a book called The 4 –Hour Workweek. Despite Author Timothy Ferriss’s similarly unconventional personality, he also happens to be a member of the “New Rich.” This quiet subculture, characterized by their ability to globe trot and enjoy an abundance of time and money, live a caliber of luxury beyond imagination. Ferriss, once underpaid and overworked, deciphered the “New Rich’s” methods and now earns $40,000 a month, working just 4 hours a week. The 4- Hour Workweek, a step-by- step how-to manual, demonstrates his perfected “lifestyle design” method. This alternative to the way we make a living may also revolutionize the way we live.
Through his own career suicides and extreme accomplishments, Ferriss gained a deeper understanding of success. This word has morphed into an ugly public façade that reeks of mass consumption. Its only purpose, to feed our emotional weaknesses, tricks us. For instance, if you make $100,000 “per year,” sacrificing 60 hours a week, you only actually earn about $10 an hour. And then, if you survive 35 years of this torture, you retire. But guess what? Due to inflation, the numbers don’t add up. Ferriss calls the “deferred retirement plan” a “bittersweet ending.”
Ferris’s answer to success’s trickery consists of a gradual and undeniable technique for escaping the mundane and distracting office environment. How could a boss deny doubling productivity? This remote work agreement frees up time in order to achieve real success, the actualization of dreams. One of Ferriss’s most unconventional ideas is to altogether quit your job, an excuse for mediocrity or a “bad habit.” He writes that “quitting is integral to winning.”
The 4-Hour Workweek’s tradition defying climax, consisting of a few simple steps, teaches you how to build an automated business structure in three phases. In just 4 to 6 weeks, Ferris thinks anyone can be on their way to embodying real success. The completely duplicateable method requires very little creativity. Just follow the steps.
The actual business plan’s last stage involves replacing yourself, your largest obstacle, with automation, permitting liberation. However, an excess of money and time, only the vehicles for your goals, will create a deep void within you. Ferris analogizes this switch in your working paradigm as going from triple espresso to decaf. He names the excessive combination “fertilizer for self doubt.” Although the workplace is filled with gossip, annoying email jokes, and bad coffee, we survive and thrive on the human interaction it provides us. The most difficult step, the one that does require creativity, not to mention strength, is replacing that social web. Otherwise, the mind will naturally focus on solving unproductive problems (a.k.a. depression). Creating another focus, besides “working for the sake of working,” combats this condition. Ferris also notes that it takes 2 to 3 months to unplug obsolete routines and become aware of just how much we distract ourselves with constant motion.
To fill the void, Ferris prescribes relocating, (gulp) namely to a foreign country. And this, my friends, is the part that scares me. He calls this foreign extended escapade an “anti-vacation,” a step outside of your comfort zone. This experience will mirror your own prejudices and weaknesses, making it that much easier to fix them. Ferris won’t even accept the single mother excuse against traveling. Like most of his crazy philosophy, he backs his facts up with a single mother of two who traveled for 5 months case study.
But the fun part happens when Ferris shows you exactly how to live like a rock star for cheap. He even goes so far as saying that “traveling around the world and having the time of your life can save you some serious money.” As usual, the book provides a step-by-step guide on how to accomplish this task.
I know. Many are thinking, “Living like a rock star, endless amounts of time and money, focusing on yourself…..” Yes, it does sound hedonistic, but don’t worry, the book proves, point-for-point, that this philosophy aims to reverse years of damage caused by mass consumption and stress, which made happiness a real chore. Ferris shows you how to use learning and service as the two components to happiness. I know, I’m repeating myself, but he provides all the resources.
Everyone should read this book, even if you have no interest in building a self automated business structure. The 4-Hour Workweek is a fun read, and I learned a little about myself too. Although I pride myself on being “different,” I am also full of self doubt. If we could live in a less stressful world, a happier world, think of the possibilities for not only saving lives and the environment. We could also put smiles on billions of faces.


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