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Time to Get Some Hats

Freedom. New Horizons. Curiosity. Adventure. Adrenaline. Limitless. 

These words are meant to conjure a state of mind of time and inspiration. They should encourage us to embrace the wildly fearless and randomly proficient spirit of the one and only KevinKevin Rawley that is.

“Little Fockers” was on television this past Saturday. Diving head first into the majestically blue waters of the ambiguously defined character of Kevin, the actor and professional wandering spirit Owen Wilson must first have a light shone on him. His films’ characters exemplify the motivation to look for exciting happenings, regardless of any preconceived notions or restrictions. Take virtually any scene involving him from the movies “Zoolander”, “You, Me and Dupree”, “Midnight in Paris” or the “Meet the Parents” trilogy (so far…)

In a variety of ways, he possesses an “it” factor for living life to its fullest. After reflecting on his many bizarre, yet hilarious scenes from “Meet the Parents” and “Little Fockers”, it sparked an internal curiosity of attempting to experience life as Kevin for a period of time. Perhaps the genesis of this experiment could be done during a Friday. Maybe a Friday and a Saturday. Sans the money from investing in Wireless IPO”s right before they skyrocketed, lower key endeavors are certainly attainable. Just like his characters’ many hats, we too must add our own threads of creativity and motivations towards new opportunities.

Could we carve, build and fashion a breath-taking altar from one giant piece of wood in about 70 hours? Probably not on our first day. But let’s start small, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll be able to teach ourselves to play a little Beethoven on the piano in the morning, prepare a deliciously authentic feast of the Fiji Islands in the evening and sail a beautiful coastline with the star of the Russian Ballet the next week.

Whatever speaks to us.

Keep Everything Vastly Imaginative Now!

Happy Monday!

A clip containing an interview with Simon Helberg doing Nicolas Cage, Stephen Baldwin and Ben Stiller impersonations can be found in the “What Amazing Looks & Sounds Like” section. Fortunately, for everyone who hasn’t seen it, as well as those who have, the writers of “The Big Bang Theory” made the executive decision for Simon Helberg/Howard Wolowitz to inject his voice-altering talents into the latest episode.

To set the scene: They’re playing Dungeons and Dragons, there’s mysticism, Nicolas Cage and a special appearance from a guy who is famous for having a scar on his face…

Happy Birthday Mom!!

Today, May 10th (I repeat with a definitive and cheerful timber, May 10th), is my Mother’s birthday!

She is very special to me and has been there for me throughout my life. I love you Mom!

And to show her just how much I care about her, I am going to proceed to a performer making his improbable debut on “Jimmy’s Daily Planet.”

Just for you Mom.

Without further adieu, I give you the man who likes to sing, dance, make the girls faint, and, above all, “write the songs.”

Happy Birthday Mom!

Adults Say the Darndest Things

Leaving a coherent voicemail can be difficult. It’s an art. Quite frankly, it’s not as simple as it seems and can be particularly terrifying as it is, in one sense, a type of public speaking straight from the nerve-racking classrooms of high school. In most situations, a name, quick reason for calling and a call back number is all that is required. That’s it. Ten seconds or less is all that’s needed. And yet, there is a kind of paranoid fear of any type of awkward silence on the part of the caller. The open ended nature of a voicemail creates the need to constantly be talking, as if a succinct message would be disastrous.

This awkward form of communication affects me constantly. Back during my freshman year in college, I left a voicemail for one of my new fraternity brothers. Skip forward to our Formal later that Spring and the Taylor Awards, meant to be humorous, were being handed to a select few brothers. Turns out the brother I called was the same as for whom the awards were named. At one point, I heard, “And the Award for Most Polite Voicemail Leaver” (or something like that) goes to…Jimmy Ohio!”

He explained how, surely because I was from Ohio, I left the most polite and formal voicemail he’d ever heard. It included my name, please and thank you’s, possibly even an over-explanation of who I was…

And once the rambling starts, it’s like a heavy cheese wheel rolling down a steep European countryside hill. Once it gets going at autobahn speeds, it’s impossible to stop.

We’ve all been here in some way!

and then there’s the conversation after the voicemail…