Aug 17 – Strapped in Tight!

Sunrise/Sunset:  7:02 / 8:04

Foo Song: Next Year

One of my favorite authors and people to emerge this year – at least in my view is the prolific Enrique Rubio. And this post is just perfect, really captures where I’m at, and where we’re at as a nation: www.linkedin.com/pulse/awakening-beautiful-thing-imagination-enrique-rubio

“the question of how to remain relevant in this disrupted and stressed world might come down to how we can awake and fully use our imagination and creativity. ”

 

Cheesy clickbait quiz:  “You are as tender as lavender and have the ability to move forward in life to achieve whatever you want. You character is strong and sweet meaning you know how to get what you want and in just the right tone. You are not afraid to be who you are and love taking on new challenges. Bold and charming, your energy pulsates to others and you encourage people around you to move forward with you.”

Foo Song: Next Yearfunny.pho.to_astronaut

http://funny.pho.to/astronaut/share/

 

Don’t let yourself die slowly.
A powerful look at street life in Medellín, #Colombia – from a country whose film and TV just keep getting better and better- and this one w/ music this old dude really digs: https://youtu.be/8rpE0N3h7_A

Perfect song popped up on Pandora (my Dave Grohl station):

I’m in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot
And hiding out
I’ll be coming home next year

Into the sun we climb
Climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight
We’ll ride it out
I’ll be coming home next year

Come on, get on, get on
Take it till life runs out
No-one can find us now
Living with our heads underground

Into the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high
When I come down
I’ll be coming home next year

I’m in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the whole world wind
Around and round
I’ll be coming home next year

Come on, get on, get on
Take it till I fall down
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground

I’ll be coming home next year
I’ll be coming home next year
Everything’s all right up here
When I come down
I’ll be coming home next year

Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye

Come on, get on, get on
Take it till life runs out
No-one can find us now
Living with our heads underground

I’ll be coming home next year

Dug this up from 2014 and my 40th b-day. Definitely makes me miss my colleagues and working together in an office / shared space (and proud of how I’ve cleaned up my mess!!):

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