At a meeting the other day someone was heard to utter the phrase “lead, follow or get out of the way.”
Quietly, the reply came:
“You mean lead, follow AND get out of the way.”
That changed EVERYTHING!
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Euan Semple was the first blogger I ever read. The night I discovered Blogger back in 2001, he had just been picked as a “Blog of Note” and so I cruised over to his page and loved what I saw. There was a link to this interview with Brian Arthur which has turned out to be a pertty influential piece to me.
When I declared this blog’s parentage, I represented myself as the grateful child of a same sex union of The Obvious and Wood s Lot.
And now I know the reason why I groove on Euan’s stuff. It turns out that Euan and I are almost related in real life. My wife’s counsin, Robin McMorran was visiting today. This is the first time he’s ever been to Canada. I asked him where he worked and when he said “the BBC” and mentioned that he did some web stuff, I asked if he knew Euan. He does, used to work with him and still contributes to some of the in house forums there. Like Euan, I was gobsmacked but not entirely surprised. There is something about blogging that makes these kinds of connections seems almost expected. They fall nicely into place.
When you really groove on a connection with someone’s work, dig a little deeper and you’ll probably find a lot fewer than six degress of seperation there.
And Euan…when Robin gets back in a couple of weeks, ask him to show you the pictures of Bowen Island. I think you’ll be here sooner than later.
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He doesn’t blog often, but he often blogs well. From John Dumbrille:
Early in the post he gives props to the importance of doing this especially on a local level. I’ll be interested to see how John extends these thoughts.
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Crazy Horse
1845 – 6 September 1877
Just missed the anniversary of the death of Crazy Horse, which was the same day as the birth of Parking Lot. THat’s an appropriate coincidence. To honour it, here are the lyrics from a Robbie Robertson song I love.
to the children of the sun
for the return of the buffalo
and for a better day to come
You can kill my body
You can damn my soul
for not believing in your god
and some world down below
You don’t stand a chance
against my prayers
You don’t stand a chance
against my love
They outlawed the Ghost Dance
but we shall live again,
we shall live again
My sister above
She has red paint
She died at Wounded Knee
like a later day saint
You got the big drum in the distance
blackbird in the sky
That’s the sound that you hear
when the buffalo cry
You don’t stand a chance
against my prayers
You don’t stand a chance
against my love
They outlawed the Ghost Dance
but we shall live again,
we shall live again
Crazy Horse was a mystic
He knew the secret of the trance
And Sitting Bull the great apostle
of the Ghost Dance
Come on Comanche
Come on Blackfoot
Come on Shoshone
Come on Cheyenne
We shall live again
Come on Arapaho
Come on Cherokee
Come on Paiute
Come on Sioux
We shall live again
— Robbie Robertson, Ghost Dance, from Music for The Native Americans
More on Crazy Horse:
- Crazy Horse Memorial
- Crazy Horse biography
- PBS pages on Crazy Horse
- Crazy Horse at Wikipedia (from which I got these links)
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Parking Lot is two years old today.
Thanks for all of you who have read and responded to the meanderings posted here for the past two years.