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Like the president of Hair Club for Men, when he talks about his hair replacement product, he’s not just the president …but he’s a member. And then they show his bald head.
Well, it’s kinda the same thing when I talk about iHeartRadio. Not only do I work for the company …but I’m also a totally huge fan. Even if I wasn’t working for the company, I’d still be a fan. I like that I can hear my local stations and local stations from around the country (makes me feel like I’m traveling or something), but I can also create my own custom station …or, just sit back and let some other music afficianado program a cool station.
Anyway, I’m pretty excited because, well, they just recently re-released the iPad app, and it’s totally awesome. And on Monday, the on-line version you use …it’s getting a makeover.
I hope they give it some bangs and a goat-tee.

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When I was in college I took a Sociology course that introduced me to the concept of Maslow’s “self-actualization”, which if you know me and how serious I took my studies, you should marvel I remember this at all. “Self-actualization” is supposed to be the most evolved form of human motivation and satisfaction and can only be achieved after years of personal and emotional growth. I remember the Prof’ talking about how it takes a lifetime to get to “self-actualization” and some people never achieve it, yet as I sat there doing the crossword in The State News and wearing my favorite flannel shirt (it was 1992 …it was all flannel shirts back then), I was like, “dude . . . I’m already self-actualized. I feel secure, fulfilled, and I think my life is perfect.”
I may have missed the point. I may have benefited from doing the assigned reading . . . or showing up on time to class . . . or coming to the class more often. I was a Millennial before Millennials were a thing. I was Gen X, and I was supposed to be full of angst, but I determined then and there I was “self-actualized” and I was as good as I’d ever get.
It was like a rare moment of clarity inside a 5-year college career that’s mostly a foggy memory. But Professor Voss (who’s since passed away) was the best Professor I ever had and his classes were like a combination of motivational speeches, fascinating psychology lectures, and inspiring life lessons. Don’t get me started on the concept of “rights of passage” and how important they are to culture and tradition and realizing a common good and common societal goals. See, Dad . . . your money wasn’t completely wasted (and either was I the entire time).
Anyway, since then I’ve always felt fairly self-actualized, even though I know it’s impossible and while I might think I’m operating on a higher emotional and intellectual plane, I’m probably not. I wonder sometimes if I could do more and achieve more if I exercised a little more humility and tried to grow and get better. Then I wonder, “but does anyone really drive that hard?” And then I get my answer when I read about a guy like Tom Izzo.
Often times I think you and I see really wealthy people and we think, “right place, right time,” or we think, “must be nice.” And I’m certain there are rich people who just sorta lucked into things. But the more I meet successful people, the more I seem to notice they’re all stuck in a lower stage or Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs and they’re never satisfied. For a guy like Izzo, a guy with plenty of money in the bank, especially for a humble guy from humble roots in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, a guy with a list of accomplishments in his field of work that make him one of the best of all time, he doesn’t even seem close to being self-actualized. If I were him, I’d probably start to take my foot off the gas pedal, I gotta admit. Yet every time I turn around, I hear about Izzo going right from a game to the airport and flying to Chicago to sit and watch a high-school sophomore or junior and talk to some coaches and parents, only to jump back on a plane to race back to East Lansing and coach his current team. And somewhere in there I’m guessing he must spend a few minutes with his wife and children. But how?
In essence, 100,000+ Spartans enjoy immense joy and satisfaction from our MSU basketball team because our coach hasn’t achieved self-actualization. We’re lucky he’s ours.
On Sunday, Wisconsin upset Ohio State and Izzo earned his 7th Big Ten Championship, and did it in a year nobody expected anything from his team. What did he tell his team?
“Whenever you accomplish one goal, there should be another one. I get paid to never be satisfied and I let the players know that. I tell them, `Those of you that are trying to please me, it ain’t going to happen. If you think I’m going to be off your butt until you leave here, you came to the wrong place.”
Yikes. Thanks, coach. What a buzz kill!
I read so many things that tell me “be happy” and “count your blessings” and “realize things could be worse.” Well, maybe today I’ll try and make myself miserable in the same way Izzo does and knock myself down a peg on the Maslow chart, and start to work towards true self-actualization. If I’m currently having some success and earning a little money writing, I should want more and I should want to write a best-seller. If I’m currently enjoying some nice success and and stability at my day job, maybe I need to focus on the parts of my job that I’m not very good at, and work to be the best in those areas. If I think I’m a pretty good Dad and husband, I’m going to have my family help me make a list of my faults and short-comings, and I’m going to try and be the Tom Izzo of fatherhood and marriage. What is the marriage and family-life equivalent of a Final Four and a Big Ten Championship?
Are you self-actualized? Or are you, like me, self-limiting and fooling yourself? I’m going to find out.
I talk too much and share too much. Recently I’ve been talking about an “anti-phlegm” diet (I’m quite the conversationalist) but it must be interesting enough people always ask me lots of questions. Either that or they just ask questions and are thinking, “how long will this idiot talk about his phlegm?” . . . and then they go home and laugh about me and that I talked about phlegm production and reduction for an entire hour.
Anyway, as is well documented on this blog where I talk about myself, I have a condition called Bronchiectasis. Among the more annoying things about it, it prevents my lungs from clearing mucus and phlegm like regular folk.
So for the curious phlegm cats out there, here’s my research. I’m not a doctor (I’m too handsome to be a doctor), but I present it to those who care. In fact there’s an entire book called “The North American Diet” that talks about how we eat in the U.S. and how it affects us – we’re fat, we all have diabetes and asthma, and those of us who live in the midwest always sound like we’re talking through our noses because our diet staples inflame our sinuses.
From Sebastian Pole, an herbal lovin’ dude, he provides the best list of rules and guidelines. Like …
He also suggests I follow some better eating habits, like . . .
Pretty easy, right? I’m being sarcastic. But the alternative is allergic reactions and bodily reactions that create more mucus and I go to bed everynight feeling like I’m half drowning.
Then there’s this article about foods that actually reduce mucus and another article about an anti-mucus diet. Two more articles I’ve Pinned to Pinterest are about mucus cleansing foods and another focused on Greek Medicine and a more ancient approach to mucus and phlegm reduction (I’ll admit, I didn’t read that whole Greek article, yet …it’s long). And don’t get me started on how mucus and phlegm are different . . . yes, they are . . . but not different enough that I’m going to focus only on one or the other.
Whether you have lung issues or just think, “hey, it’s allergies” . . . think about these tips and diet ideas. I’m totally gonna miss cookies and milk and I’ll cheat from time to time, but I don’t have as much ice cream and cookies and milk as I used to. In only the past 12 days, I’ve noticed an immediate and drastic difference.
When I think of most people I know, I think everyone would actually benefit from following a few of the bullet points above. Just sayin’.
What kinda blog is this, anyway? Is it about writing? Or lung function? Or family vacations and passions? It’s all of the above. Here’s to good lung health.
Does everyone realize “Pinterest” is a word made up of two words . . . “pin” and “interest?” I only ask because I’ve heard more than one person say, “do you use Pine-trest” and “Pint-arrest?” It’s actually a place where you “pin” your “interests” to some sort of dream board. Where was this thing when I was all into The Secret and making my dream boards? It would’ve been perfect.
But I’m totally over The Secret (man, that phenomenon was HUGE for a minute there, wasn’t it?).
Now I guess we all have to be into Pinterest. We have to use it because all our friends are using and if we don’t, we’re going to be totally lame. And experts in social media and “new things” say it could be a “Facebook killer” but so far, I’m not really seeing that. If anything, it could be a StumbleUpon killer. Or maybe something that kills your Google Reader (even though Twitter has essentially done that). I have to play with it a little more, but it looks like Facebook and Twitter, but only the part where you can share things you see on the Internet . . . and so far, it looks like mostly recipes.
Do you use Pinterest? Do you ‘Like’ it better than Facebook or Twitter? Or do you like it differently? How are you planning on using it to help your small business or support your hobby? Or is it just something you like to explore and waste some time on? Is it an extension of email (which is what I think Facebook and Twitter have become), or is it the equivalent of a good fiction novel and it’s just a break from the world?
And Pinterest gives me an embed code when I “pin” something. I wanted to see how that looked.
Source: rivals.yahoo.com via Don on Pinterest
I’m not a self-help guru, but I play one in secret, so here’s my advice . . . do you ever have one of those days where you feel like you’ve been shot out of a cannon? Like, you wake up and unlike most days, you don’t feel tired, or anxious, or hungover? Instead of thinking things like, “ugh …coffee” or “why didn’t I go to bed earlier, last night, like when I first started falling asleep watching the Super Bowl post game?” . . . instead you think, “I’m going to make breakfast for my whole family, and do 25 push-ups, and take the stairs at work, and I’m going to tell my wife I love her, and I’m going feed birds.”
You know you’re going to have those days. I don’t think anyone can live in a perpetual state like that. We all find ourselves, on other days, struggling to make it to lunchtime and all we can think about is that giant greasy burger and french fries we’re going to devour, even though we know we shouldn’t, because we know that in those 15 minutes it takes to eat our sack of Five Guys . . . wow, we’re gonna be soooooo happy.
And we ignore the reality that in about an hour after eating that 1/2 pounder, we’re going to be even more miserable.
But there are days …you think, “I could be President of the World if I could just maintain this level of intensity. What did I eat last night? What did I do differently last night and yesterday that made me feel this way?”
It’s my theory you’ll never know how to keep yourself always operating at that level. Life has ebbs and flows, and our energy, interest, and peak performance moments come and go.
My advice, however, is learn to recognize when you’re “hitting that zone” or “in the zone” and make plans for such moments. And when you find yourself feeling invincible, do the impossible for as long as that feeling lasts.
In the blurry, optimism fueled haze I’ve been operating in all day, I’ve told my best friend he and I are going to write a book together STARTING NOW! I told another friend of mine I’d write and do all his social media FREE for a month. I crossed more things off my to-do list at work this morning than I did all last week. I laid out a conversation agenda for my wife and I this evening, so we could discuss our Life Plan 2012 (yes, she is probably annoyed, but she’s learned to live with my moments of enlightenment). I ate a very sensible breakfast, an early lunch, and I’ll have a second lunch to re-stimulate my metabolism. I’m going for a run tonight. I’m going to write two chapters of the other book I’m helping write, and I’m going to schedule an entire weeks worth of social media and blogging for my 3 clients AND watch and write about The Bachelor for spunkybean.
It’s crazy. I feel awesome! I’ll probably work, write, and feel this way all the way until midnight or 1 a.m. and that will mean tomorrow I’m going to feel tired, overwhelmed by the tasks the Monday version of Don set in motion, and I won’t be able to muster up the same kick-ass energy.
For today – I’m going to capitalize on it. You can’t bottle it. You can’t store it in energy cubits. You simply have to recognize it when its happening, lasso it, and hang on and watch your best self bend spoons with your mind and climb Mt. Everest.
Huh? Maybe this is what they mean by “seize the day.”
Look at the two of us. Like twins. That’s my big brother and big “me” …back in college I may or may not have eaten entire pizzas in a single sitting. Actually, this is my “big brother” in the fraternal sense, and by “fraternal sense” I mean he was my big brother in my college fraternity. In college, when you pledge a fraternity, you are assigned a big brother who’s job it is to mold you and change you from an immature high-school kid into a fine, upstanding gentleman, ready for the corporate world and ready for life beyond school and college. Mostly, though, the big brother buys beer for you.
My big brother, however, didn’t just buy me beer. He did those other things and over these 20 years we’ve known each other, he’s been a great friend. Even as we’ve grown older and seen less of each other, I can get together with him and it doesn’t matter that we may not have talked for a year or so. I have a theory about friends and friendship – friends of any shape and form are great, but nothing beats an old friend. Someday …that’s going to be a famous quote.
My big brother and I have connected three times, now, in less than a week. He’s doing amazing things, naturally, because he’s an amazing guy, and somehow he thinks I can help him. Maybe. I’ve fooled people into thinking I know a little something about social media, blogging, and writing – so I’m going to advise him.
I’m excited. I don’t know where his latest adventure is going to take him, but I feel pretty stoked to be invited along. I hope the adventure involves zip-lines and hang gliders, but we’ll see. It might just involve blogging and Tweeting.
For a glimpse at the talent I’ve known he’s had for years, make sure you check out his photography site. And his blog. And when I tell you, ‘Like’ him on Facebook and ‘follow’ him on Twitter.
A few years ago, I felt I was very nearly at the top of my game. I would often times head out for a run and just see where the road would take me. I’d go 3, 4, or 8 miles if I felt like it. Sometimes I’d drop and do some push-ups, or I’d see a hill and sprint up it, or I’d run into town and charge up and down stairs in a parking structure there. I’d run when it was nearly 100-degrees, and I’d run when it was below zero. I’d swim a quarter-mile or a half-mile, and then towel off and ride on a bike for 10 or 20 miles. Why? Because I was a triathlete. I was a runner. I enjoyed the challenge of working towards something, of competing against myself and my past run and swim times, and most importantly, I just liked how I looked and felt. (And it was pretty awesome to be able to brag about it …because if there’s one thing I love doing, it’s bragging . . . and especially when it’s about myself)
But, things don’t always go exactly as planned. Somehow over the past 6 years, I’ve had some lung trauma caused by, and complicated by, an infection, scar tissue, and a condition my pulmonologist calls “bronchiectasis”. Yes, I have a pulmonologist I reference as “my pulmonologist.”
Bronchiectasis comes in many forms, but mostly I’ve determined it’s just annoying and, well … there. It won’t go away. My chest always feels just a little bit tight, and I’m never completely without a slight cough. There are good days and bad days – a good day is a day where I don’t cough and can just clear my throat, a bad day is a day I cough up some blood. But mostly, it’s just … there.
If I believe my doctors, then, yes, that’s what I have and I will just learn to live with it. And if I don’t believe my doctors, I need to wait for something to happen (like bleeding that won’t stop) and go back into the hospital so I can look them in the eye and say, “I told you so.” There’s a part of me that thinks (hopes) the doctors are wrong and I don’t have a condition that will simply be “there”, but maybe I have something else that can be cured.
However, as I charge toward my 39th birthday, which, if my math and calculations are correct, leads to my 40th birthday, I guess I should do something rather than nothing. Ever since I had my random flare-up back in September at Meet-the-Teacher Night at my kids’s school while vigorously talking about the upcoming MSU football season with my friend Tony, I’ve been stagnant.
I want to be awesome again, so I’m going to start small and work my way back up to awesomeness. And truth be told, if the rest of my life is relegated to brisk walking for 45-minutes a day and engaging in some Sit-and-be-Fit type exercises, and curling 4-pound weights . . . ya know what? I’ll still be healthier than if I’m doing nothing. Now imagine if I can start to eat right.
Yesterday was January 23rd, my Mom’s birthday. She passed away 7 1/2 years ago. She only lived to see her 58th year. It was unexpected and perhaps unavoidable, but we’ll never truly know. But if there’s even the slightest possibility that her life could’ve been extended with a little healthier eating and some brisk walking, well, then I shall not live my life and ignore her message she sends me from heaven or the lesson she might’ve given me by leaving us.
And then, there’s this Snapple bottle cap someone (my ex-sister-in-law Meg, actually) shared on Facebook which I just happened to see yesterday when all these emotions were going on. Maybe it’s all coincidence, or maybe it’s my Mom, again, telling me to get my act together and mix in a little light exercise.
I went to the church by my house last night and did some brisk walking side by side with 4 or 5 seniors who were also there trying to figure out a way to add a few more days to our all-to0-short lives. It felt good to get my heart pumpin’, my muscles pulsing, and my lungs opening, again. Here’s to exercise, and here’s to the rest of my awesome life.
Yes, I used a “frowny” in the title of this blog entry. I know most grown folks will tell you they’re loving this extremely mild winter in southeast Michigan. They’ll tell you all about how they don’t like driving in snow, don’t like shoveling snow, and if they don’t see another flake of snow from now until April, they’ll be happy as clams . . . oh, those happy clams.
Me? I’m not happy. I like snow. I like lots and lots of snow. I like to be impressed at the power of nature, and then I like to go outside and revel in it. I like sledding. I like using my snowblower (yes, I really do). I like how pretty snow looks. I like how it makes the world a little quieter. I like when the kids have snow days and build blanket forts in the basement. I like driving as if I’m the only person who knows how to drive when it snows, and then shouting and honking at other drivers for going too slow or driving in two lanes (even if, I can admit, you can’t really see the lanes to begin with). I like being outside, and then coming in and making hot cocoa. I like having roaring fires in my fireplace, and they are more fun to build when it’s 20 degrees outside and I have to trudge through a foot of snow to gather firewood. And finally, I like to dramatically talk about the snow as its falling, or after its falling, and I don’t care that it might be the same conversation I’ve had countless times throughout my 38 years on this planet. I say things like, “it was snowing so hard, I’m not kidding, I couldn’t see my neighbors house across the street.” And I say things like, “look on Facebook, I posted pictures of the snow on my deck that I took every hour. It’s hilarious, I basically measured the depth of the snow by the height of a beer bottle.” I’ll call my brother, who lives 15 minutes away from me, just to talk about the snow that’s falling, and my Dad never tires of hearing about how I’ve made a giant pile of snow in my front yard that I’ll make into an igloo for my kids.
It’s all about the kids, really. My kids are 8, 7, and 5. And if they’re forced to skip a winter and winter-fun because there’s no snow, they can’t get that back. It’s a shame. Last year I made a snow pile 6 feet tall, and then carved an awesome snow fort into it for them. This year, I had a bigger and better plan, and now …it …might …never …happen. Who knows . . . next year, my then 9-year-old might not be so impressed anymore by a snow fort. Or maybe my then 9- and 8-year-old will prefer to build their own snow fort with their friends, and I’ll be out of a job.
Short story long, it finally snowed on Friday and put about 3 or 4 inches of snow on the ground and my kids spent almost the entire day outside yesterday doing wintry stuff. Among the activities – sledding. And for the first time ever, I broke out this old wood and metal blade sled that I took from my Grandpa’s house when he passed. Until now, my kids didn’t want to use it. It looked old fashioned and boring (compared to the brigthly colored, modern-day plastic sleds). But I told them, “this is fast . . . dangerous, like, you could lose a finger if you’re not careful, or slice open your arm, but it’s fast and you’ll go farther.”
They don’t build ’em like they used to. Forget that it meets zero modern safety standards, that old beast of a sled cooks! I don’t know how well that rickety old thing will hold up now that it might get put into heavy rotation, but my kids can’t wait to take it on even bigger hills. I can’t wait to watch ’em sled (and take ’em to E.R.) and then run inside and drink cocoa.
Let it snow.
If your name is Tom and you bowl with me, or you’re just someone considering an Aeropress, or you have one and you’ve struggled early with making the perfect cup of coffee, this blog entry is for you.
Fact: an Aeropress makes a superior cup of coffee.
Fact: at first, an Aeropress is a bit messy, and you’ll wonder if you’re using it right.
Fact: you’ll figure it out – just be patient. Don’t rush things.
Fact: eventually, the thought of waiting for a drip-brew pot of coffee to finish brewing so you can have a way-too-acidic cup of coffee . . . it’ll make you cringe and you’ll wonder to yourself, wow, did I actually live like that?
Fact: you’ll talk about your amazing coffee and friends will either (a) zone out, or (b) call you a coffee snob to your face or behind you back. But it’s OK, because you will have brought your coffee drinking to another level and when you have coffee as good as an Aeropress makes it, it’s worthy of conversation.
So, Tom (and Aniella and Lauren) . . . here you go. You’ll notice at the 1:30 mark I really have to lean on the plunger for the final bit of pressure, and that’s perfectly normal. I use a fine grind, but not too fine. If you get really, really fine, the plunger won’t push through. Practice with a semi-fine grind, then work up to a finer grind. Heck …practice with Kroger grounds just to get the technique. An Aeropress even makes cheap Kroger coffee taste pretty darn good. Good luck. We’ll talk at bowling next week and I expect you’ll have a big, coffee drinking smile on your face.
This morning I read articles about staying organized and on task, about attitudes towards advertising in 2012 compared to the ’80s and ’90s, about longevity, and about exercising. I reTweeted and shared them on Facebook. I left a few comments on those articles.
I’m engaged and constantly bombarding my brain with lessons and motivation I believe will make me a better, more organized, and effective person. I strive to strike a balance between work, family, friends, hobbies, leisure, fitness, and spirituality. I want to write a best selling novel …and a screenplay …and still do all my writing and social media work. I want to eat healthy. I want to take a walk but maximize the time I spend walking maybe by downloading a podcast, or good music. Or maybe I’ll just listen to NPR to be current.
I need to sleep more. I need to volunteer more. I have two soccer teams I need to coach and think about. I have a honey-do list that needs tending. I still haven’t put the glass in my front door and the screen door is still there. That screen needs fixing. My son just woke up and I selfishly encouraged him to go watch some TV so I could finish reading about things so I could better write about things. And then a read about a guy who just lost his Grandmother and he speaks glowingly about how she, and his father, always made time for family and gave great advice, and here I sit assuming my son is watching Pokemon – and do I really want him watching Pokemon? I will definitely stress out a little all day long thinking about the book chapters I need to finish and deliver, and the blog entries, Facebook updates, and Tweets I need to send for my clients and I’ll kick myself for not making better use of my time this morning.
All I really want to do is write a funny, charming blog entry about my 3rd grade girls soccer team. Crap! I didn’t shoot any video at Friday’s game. The longer I have my flip-cam, the better I get at using it, and I’ve really figured out what makes a compelling memory and bit of video …and I forever want to capture the spirit and joy of coaching my girls.
I would probably get more done if i exercised and slept better. I was supposed to call a friend last night. I should call my brother – I haven’t talked to him in a while. I should’ve have closed my laptop at 10 o’clock last night after 2 1/2 hours of writing and declared, “it’s ‘me time'” and watched a movie, right? High achievers never do that, right? But they must, because the people I consider high-achievers always seem to be quoting great literature or lines from great movies, so somehow they achieve great things while still engaging in enriching and personally satisfying leisure activities.
How do awesome people do it? Have you ever wondered this? Sure, I can sit here and write about all these things and give the appearance that, hey, I’ve got …it …all …under …control. Is that the illusion I’m buying into when others appear to have it all under control?
I’m hoping that most people don’t actually have it all under control, and Facebook and Twitter, and blogs, make it possible for us to create this outward appearance and image that, yes, we do have it all under control and nanner, nanner, nanner …you don’t.
For the record, I don’t. I just fake it really, really well.