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Friday Links: Stay on the F*ing Bus and Other Good Ideas

Happy Friday! Are you ready for the weekend?

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Before we get to all that, though, srsly: I’ve come across five provocative links on running a business and on how to nurture and pollinate ideas over the past few weeks and wanted to share.

What have you read recently that’s resonated? I’d love to see your fave recent links in the comments.

Top 5 Links!

On Business:

Photo credit dierken on Flickr.

Photo credit dierken on Flickr.

Dear Startup CEOs written by Wiley Cerilli for the First Round Capital blog.  Cerilli is founder and CEO of SinglePlatform (acquired by Constant Contact in 2012). I heard him speak at a food tech conference a couple months ago, and his post recaps my favorite points of his talk.

See:

  • Hire people with positive outlooks, negativity is viral and it only takes one person to turn a team upside down.
  • “Be so good they can’t ignore you.” – Steve Martin
  • And my VERY FAVORITE — all you have to do is look at the tagline of my site to see how important this quote is to me: “A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan executed next week.” – George S. Patton
Photo credit nikolajnewyork on Flickr.

Photo credit nikolajnewyork on Flickr.

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The Sweet Potato and the Flexible Heart

Saturday morning with Jordan is my one can’t-break commitment with myself. I take Jordan’s 90-minute yoga class in TriBeCa whenever I’m not traveling. I go as much for the stories he tells during the first 15 minutes as for the workout that follows.

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Photo credit: j / f / photos on Flickr

After his story today, he took us into practice by asking the usual question: “Please let me know if anyone has any injuries or physical issues I can help you with.”

For once, I wanted to pipe up and say, “I have an emotional injury.” I’m going through a rough transition in my life right now and I have some emotional work to do. That’s the stuff I address through yoga. I get on the mat, put my hands on the ground and give my mind the space it needs to wrap around my life. To process.

After seven months of regular yoga (and that after a decade of trying to find a type of yoga I enjoyed), I feel less angry when I didn’t even know I was angry to begin with. I have less stress but also more clarity about areas of my life that have to change.

Jordan shared with us about his time rooting around yesterday on his farm upstate where he’s been growing all manner of vegetables: carrots, beets, squash and tomatoes. With all of those, a farmer can see evidence of their labor as the hints of the vegetable push through the dirt or blossom on the vine.

After almost 100 days in the ground, his sweet potatoes still showed no sign of progress. He’d never grown potatoes before and admitted the sweet potato patch was the hairiest. Snakes and frogs had taken up residence in the overgrowth. Yesterday, he decided to just dig in and root around to see if he could feel anything.

From my yoga mat at my favorite spot in the front right-hand corner of the room, I watched as he reached behind his back and then held up the largest sweet potato I’ve ever seen. He harvested about half the patch yesterday and pulled up 60 sweet potatoes.

He drew for us a parallel between growing potatoes and our yoga practice. One can do yoga for months or years without seeing the real fruits of the work. Sure, your butt might get a little boost and you might feel more flexible.

However, (at least for me) the real results of the daily practice are the feeling of honoring a personal ritual, finding my center and feeling more calm and patient. One may practice for a long spell before feeling and seeing this inward work show itself in our day-to-day lives.

So, I’ll keep practicing. Yoga isn’t all about having a flexible body. It’s also about having a flexible and resilient heart.

Take Me: Street Art in Brooklyn

This is a series of posters plastered on the blocks surrounding Fort Greene Park in my neighborhood (Fort Greene, Brooklyn).

I saw them on an early evening walk tonight. There were at least five more versions, but these were my favorites.

“Take me: Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure my time.”

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“Take me: Neither you nor I are ready to meet.”

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“Take me: The first time I didn’t know you. The second time I did.”

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In Loving Memory

“Or must I say the streets are bare unless it is your door I face …” – June Jordan, Sunflower Sonnet Number One

I lost one of my best friends this week. Tim was a badass. He and I were friends the last two years of high school, and he had a big part in helping me be the independent woman I wanted to be. He and another friend, Derek, they were fans of critical thinking and that’s something that had been missing from my education up to that date. I can’t thank him enough for that.

Tim was gorgeous, but we both knew nothing like that would ever happen between us. He became a rock, the person I could and would talk to about anything.

What I remember most: His blue, smiling eyes, how much he made people laugh, how his parting advice in my senior yearbook was “stay away from boys with jeeps” (he was one, by the way) and how much he loved his motorcycle.

That I, we, lost him in a motorcycle accident seems incomprehensible. He survived 9/11 only to die “doing what he loved.” He had a wife Amy, who we went to school with, and two young sons. Their uncle asked people to share stories about Tim so they could tell the boys. So, below is my letter to his sons.

I love you, Tim. Thank you for giving us the most you could in the time you were here. I know you loved living as much as I do, and I promise to LIVE HARDER for you.

My best friend in high school, Tim Boughter.

In Loving Memory

Dear Beau & Jake:

Your daddy was awesome. He and I were best friends the last two years of high school. We met because we were in all of the advanced classes together. Tim was one of the smartest kids in school. You should know that, because he’d want you to know that you two are bright and special, too.

So many people loved your daddy. He was kind, inquisitive and mischievous. You know, a little bit of a troublemaker. We had a chemistry lab together and one time, when we partnered up for an experiment with potassium, he broke the rules on purpose. You’re not supposed to get the potassium wet. But Tim wanted to see would happen if he picked up the chunk of potassium with wet tweezers. He caused a small explosion, burning a hole in the paper and probably the lab table underneath. I still have the paper somewhere. It has a K, the symbol for potassium, and then a giant hole burnt into it.

Tim was so sweet, but I think sometimes he just liked to shake things up to make sure life stayed fun. One time, him and another close friend Derek (THE smartest kid in our class) did something to get themselves suspended for a week. I really don’t remember what they did, but it was pretty amusing to me since Tim and our Valedictorian were otherwise harmless.

Given that we were all looking forward to college, Tim and Derek couldn’t let being suspended keep them from getting their schoolwork done. So, every day after school, I’d let Tim know what they missed and what the assignments were. We all graduated, of course, though I don’t think any of us three went where we thought we’d go for school. Tim wanted to be at Pepperdine but wound up finishing at Penn State. I was supposed to go to NYU, but then Derek and I both wound up at the University of New Hampshire.

After that, we lost touch. I became a journalist. Tim, who had owned his own company since I met him, continued on his path as an entrepreneur … consulting to other companies and helping them build the systems they needed to work properly. He lived in NYC for a short while, but your family can tell you about that.

I haven’t seen your daddy since we finally reconnected at our high school reunion. Your mom was there, too. They were happy and we all had a good time. Neither of you had been born yet. Two weeks later, I moved to NYC.

Tim and I stayed in touch here and there afterwards. I never expected to get a phone call saying he’s not here anymore.

I’m so sorry you didn’t get more time with your daddy. He was an amazing man. Gentle, smart and FUNNY. And he loved you two so much. You were his world.

So, know that he loves you. He’s probably looking out for you right now.

Love,
Emily, Tim’s old friend

Four Years in New York City

Four years ago today, I’d just finished selling most of my stuff, quitting my job and saying goodbye to my best friends and goodbye to one of my bestest friend’s brand new firstborn child. I had no job lined up here, about $1,000 in my bank account and had only one friend I knew in this big, badass city.

Four years later, I have dear friends here and experiences that I’m lucky to be able to cherish every day. I have an awesome job, I’m getting ready to start my own business on top of that and I’m happy to say that I can usually get where I intend to go without getting lost first. I couldn’t convince my bestest friend to move here, but she is now just weeks away from having her second baby. Everything comes full circle.

I’ve had SUCH a good time eating and drinking and writing for my food website that I’ve earned a bit of a rep for being a hedonist. Starting today, I get to share my knowledge of the NYC food and beverage scene as a trendspotter for Scoutmob NYC. Check out the article by clicking the screenshot below.

Scoutmob NYC - Local Mug Feature, Dec. 16, 2010

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Blueprint Cleanse, Day 3: Le Fin

By the time I press “publish” on this in a few minutes, it’ll be past midnight, which means I will have not eaten a single thing for three days. Wow. I didn’t eat anything, and I didn’t drink anything outside of my six juices (provided by Blueprint Cleanse) except for tea and water.

Wow.

I’m all clean! No major revelations while I was doing the juice cleanse. Just a few little revelations and reminders:
– Mealtime is sacred.
– Fresh bread smells amazing.
– Food and eating are meant to be inclusive.

What was it like?
I wrote about Day 1. I didn’t write about Day 2, because it was a breeze. And today was more of the same, though I think I said “Hallelelujah!” when I finished the last green juice.
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Blueprint Cleanse, Day 1: On The (Juicy) Warpath

Me being a raging you-know-what today has nothing to do with the Blueprint Cleanse and everything to do with me being mid-menstrual cycle, running on 3 hours of sleep (up late working) and dealing with a workload that could flatten a horse.

That said, being HONGRY did not add a nice point to the situation. I’m not actually hungry. I have a faint feeling that I should be eating something, but my hunger is all mental.

Here’s a little vid I made before I left feeling like a traveling juice smuggler this morning: http://flic.kr/p/7PowXk
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