Acoustic Duo at TedXKlagenfurt!

Here’s the Showhawk Duo at TedxKlagenfurt.

In the description they talk about music being an oxytocin boost.

Man.

Don’t I know it.

Music is one of the best things that ever came along….about the best.

Here’s the description:

Music works a lot like language does – except instead of words and ideas, it expresses emotions and intent. It also gives us an oxytocin boost, which plays an important role in increasing bonding and trust between people. The Showhawk Duo bonded TEDxKlagenfurt’s audience with their spectacular approach to playing the guitar. Listen to the magic they created on stage with their version of Insomnia – I can’t get no sleep, Tiesto’s Adagio For Strings or the most unexpected thing you can expect on a guitar Bohemian Rhapsody. Young British guitarists Mikhail Asanovic and Jake Wright, together known as The Showhawk Duo, started out as buskers and have since gone on to play all over the globe. They have appeared on BBC Radio 1 on the Nick Grimshaw’s Breakfast Show, they performed for the LAD Bible and BBC Radio Bristol. They played at the UK’s large festivals including the Main Stage at Bestival, Glastonbury, Secret Garden Party, Wilderness, Somersault and more. International performances include F1 Grand Prix in Singapore, Seychelles, club tours in Spain, Switzerland and the Netherlands and a 20 – date residency at Pacha in Ibiza. This talk was given at a TEDx event using the TED conference format but independently organized by a local community. Learn more at https://www.ted.com/tedx

All the colors in the world…and God gave us the ability to appreciate music….and art….and each other!

Holy Smokes!

It’s good!

Mexico City Reclamation….another great Kirsten Dirksen video

This is nice.

So colorful.

Here’s Kirsten Dirksen’s description from YouTube:

When Oscar and Daniela found a crumbling adobe building in Mexico City, they were inspired to use salvaged materials to transform it into their design studio and home for their family of four.

Using materials found on the street and bought by the kilo (mainly metals), they rebuilt a long, railroad-style home creating their own space-saving furniture, like lofted bed “nests” for their children. They transformed a section of the structure where the roof had collapsed into a live/work lounge. With flooring scraps from former projects, they created a wooden patchwork floor and wall. With reclaimed doors and windows they rebuilt an entire wall which now resembles stained-glass art.

Recovered items serve new purposes: an old door on the property is now the kitchen table; a tipped-over filing cabinet is a mobile dining table with storage. Daniela used 120 recycled soda bottles to create a green wall of plants to add nature to the kitchen. She cut a hole in the bottoms and used their own tops to connect them in long rows so the watering can be done in a loop.

The couple used to work in design firms but grew tired of the creative restraints so launched their own upcycled furniture/jewelry/clothing business called Eclectik. Their work is certainly diverse: they’ve turned broken skateboards and old coins into jewelry, broken mirrors into tables and wood scraps and blenders into lamps. Their latest concept is a recycled tire plante, and even their children have gotten involved in the process.

Artists.

Why is it that artists are always the ones who do the interesting stuff?

Go, artists!

drones in formation

I don’t want some drone tailing me….looking over my shoulder.

I don’t want robots to take over the world.

That being said, and in spite of any Luddite tendencies I might have, this is beautiful.

Imagine all these drones….dancing in the sky!

That’s pretty cool.

Now, if I can just remember the catch phrases, “Dude! DON’T TASE ME, BRO!” and, maybe for later, “HOLMES! CALL OFF YOUR DRONE!”

I hope I never have to use either one.

This sure is pretty.

inside my head

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I drove around without any radio on today….and it surprised me that my head wasn’t full of interesting thoughts.

In fact, it amazed me.

Amazed.

I think that the thought that was swirling around up there most violently and continuously was the one that said, ” I really don’t have anything interesting to think about.”

That was pretty boring to focus on that for the bulk of my work day.

The other thought I had was this one:

“I wonder why, given the decrease in size (per USPS decree) of my co-worker’s routes after going over the route size limit,that they would almost immediately come to the conclusion that my long and difficult route needed to be cut….too…even though I was still under the limits set by the USPS…and that it should be something that they bring to the awareness of the people who could get that process started?”

Not very grammatical or linear….but it’s hard to be grammatical and linear when you’re delivering a bunch of Amazon packages….and mail.

Maybe it’s better to just fill my head with car dealership commercials and hyperactive DJ’s?

Maybe that would be a safer place to park my tired brain?

It’s not so amazing that I don’t have much going on upstairs sometimes.

Who can think and be a postman at the same time?

It’s like walking and spitting gum.

 

“I’m doing it right now!”

One of the folks in this video was asked, after finding out that WiFi and cell phones weren’t allowed in this town, “what do you people do around here?”.

His answer was, “I’m doing it right now!”

Hah!

Good answer.

I have a cell phone and like being able to call home….but getting calls from other people is weird out on the mail route.

It’s weird being “contactable” wherever I am.

It’s weird to be so trackable.

But….it’s convenient and maybe better than hoping there’s a payphone within walking distance when I break down.

We won’t be able to slow all of this down, will we?

Maybe we need a big dish on the edge of town to do it for us?

 

savor

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It’s unusual for me to recognize, in the moment, at least, that I am savoring something.

When I’m hungry enough to appreciate something simple, I’m often eating so fast that I don’t really notice what I should be thankful for.

“What I should be thankful for.”

That’s the story of my life.

Out on the route the other day, my peanut butter sandwich was something to savor.

I eat on the run.

I don’t even park to open my lunch box.

It’s a low-speed juggling act, reaching for the banana and sandwich that I know is waiting for me somewhere behind me, opening it all one-handed while I drive…..while I move towards the next mailbox.

I don’t stop.

I don’t stop….and, somehow, my route is still at least a 10 hour day by the time I finish.

Given all that, it would take a miracle to be in the moment long enough to savor a warm peanut butter sandwich.

I get miracles daily.

The other day, I noticed.

What does it take to make me notice how good a sandwich can be?

Every warm and chewy one-handed bite was delicious.

Really delicious….not just “tolerably edible”….really, really delicious.

Maybe it was just being really….really….hungry.

It was good enough to make me wonder why this sandwich, exactly like all the other sandwiches I’d eaten, unaware, was so different.

It was the same…but… better… because I noticed it.

What the heck? It was just a sandwich.

What do I need to “lack” before I have enough space in my head to notice and appreciate what I have?

Gratitude is what it’s all about.

Every thought….every molecule….should be screaming for a chance to offer up some thanks for each breath and thought we’re given.

Gratitude for what is and for what could be.

And….gratitude for what we don’t notice.

Why was that sandwich so good?

Was it all just my stomach talking?