Wendy and Nate talk about some of the vacations they've been on together as a couple or with their kids as a family, the things that stress them both out when they travel together (planning vs. spontaneity), how they've gotten better (or not) over time, how kids have changed things, and how they cope with their two young, moody, energetic, opinionated tagalongs.
Comics creator Mel Dale joins Nate to talk about his series, Your Cold Felt Heart, Muppets, writing, drawing, coloring, storytelling, idea keeping, progressing in your art and craft, and how to avoid making money as an artist.
Part 1—An interview with Doug Wilson, director of Linotype: The Film, on making the film, finding its story through all the minutiae of facts and details, and the benefit of naiveté in taking on an incredibly ambitious project.
Part 2 (Starts at 00:43:41)—A conversation 'twixt Nate and Wendy, husband and wife, on the art of hospitality. It's not life-changing, or focused, or energetic, but hey—it's the first episode! Nate mentions William Ury's TED Talk in which Ury talks about the Abraham Path—"A cultural route that celebrates a journey made 4,000 years ago."
Who am I to talk about sex and romance? I’ve never had either. I almost did, once. And it took a fair amount of time for my bruised little heart to get past the confusion of the moment. Recently, the closest I’ve come to a date was with a 'genius' at the 'bar' at the Apple store. He couldn’t help me.
My track record in the love department sucks. I have felt forgotten, used, dragged along and, worst of all, like a body double. I often share too much, too fast. Then, I develop ideas of what I think a person should do with that information. But they respond either not in the way I expect, or not at all. I then turn that disappointment into complete rejection and begin to tell myself that I have no hope at ever being in love. I’ve given away little bits of me to poor expectations and replaced them with cynicism.
I wish I had a better story to tell. I used to be a romantic. Most likely I still am. I still love Sleeping Beauty and Sense and Sensibility. I still sing with Bridget Jones as she lip-syncs to Celine Dion – 'All by myself, don’t wanna be, all by myself, anymore.'
The sky was spitting in the freshness of the evening. A slight breeze wandered down the narrow streets and caressed the small, arched bridges of the city. The night was to be yet another of reasonable weather and fair social happenings in this sprawling urban area.
My walk through the circular streets of the central part of the city had carried me round and round, breathing in the late fall air while enjoying the sights and sounds. Yet it was that corner, that turn into a certain place I will not soon forgot.
Short and terse was the man as he asked, 'How much?' to the woman through the half open door. It was a simple question, thinking back to the day now, yet it stuck with me so – the sight, the sound of their voices, the quandary of the questioner.
‘Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live!’
KRS-One has described hip hop in many ways, but my favorite was on his album with Marley Marl entitled ‘Hip Hop Lives.’ The song was called ‘I Come Back’ and in it he gives a couple acronyms, my favorite being ‘Holy Integrated People Having Omnipresent Power.’ That’s comforting to me. I love it.
'I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is.' -- Nelly Furtado
My friend Draise has been on the move off and on for two years straight, most of that time away from family and old friends. We were talking a couple months back and he asked me if I felt like Massachusetts was home. I said yeah, definitely. My family’s not up here and it’s been a struggle forming the same kind of deep friendships that I’m used to having back in Florida, but it does feel like home. He said he hadn’t felt at home in a long time and it was obviously starting to get to him.
We all know home is where the heart is, but what if your heart's not where you are? The idea of home is a tricky thing. I never even thought about it until I moved out for the first time.
Last week I flew with my boss and a few anthropologists to Kodiak Island, here in Alaska. Our team’s intention was to invite key community leaders into a new research project to prevent pre-teens from abusing everyday legal products. It seems that many Alaskan kids have a deviant-scientific side to them and have uncovered 1,001 ways to get high off everything from gasoline to Lysol and Ritalin.
Who would think to ask why a stinky 10 year old boy has a can or three of Axe body spray in his backpack?
In Kodiak, we met with a few community leaders, and all went methodically well. True to the island’s reputation, the weather quickly became snotty, blowing wind and cold rain every way but up. It was a fairly gray day, until we met with Father Paisius at the coffee shop for a lunch meeting.
My wife, Wendy, and I just moved from central Florida last year to metrowest Massachusetts. We’ve experienced Spring before, but never really lived in it like this. Outside our front door, I’m seeing little shoots of trees, plants, flowers, weeds and every other natural growing thing sprouting up.
The funny thing is, you never know during the winter where the little bits of new life are going to pop up. But the snow melts, the weather changes and there they all are, scattered about in no apparent pattern and growing like crazy.
That’s a little bit how I’d like you to look at this humble first issue of the Creative Revolutionary’s Handbook.