Tag Archives: imagination

chicken world.

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welcome to chicken world

no mean sharks allowed

in the pool

chickens only

free rocket rides to the moon

or

you can go to the top of

the empire state building.

there’s just

something special about

small town living.

spend some time with your friends.

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truth at any age.

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image credit: roald dahl

magic.

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j proclaimed,

‘i’m going to swing into magic land.’

we’d been waiting forever

for a chance to play outside in the rain together

 there was a fence

 branch was weak

 chair was shaky

toes were tippy

b created a magic rain slide

“let’s make it soapy”

it was so slippy-flippy

 there were great leaps and a great slides

making for

a great afternoon

we got very wet

 fell down

 slid on the grass

 crashed into stuff

got pretty muddy

laughed so hard

 best of all

none of us were injured

and it was pure magic.

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roald dahl would understand completely.

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credits: roald dahl – george’s marvelous medicine

imagination… its limits are only those of the mind itself. – rod serling

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rod serling

one of my favorite writers,

a man who never let his mind limit his imagination.

little golden  t.z. bedtime stories anyone?

wild dreams guaranteed.

 

image credit: the twilight zone

“sometimes it’s best to hide in plain sight.” ― david estes

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rarely-seen

ever-elusive

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rat squirrel

was seen in my room today.

happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination. – immanuel kant

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and i am very happy today

as i imagine

this is what it looks like outside.

and then i will go outside.

and i will keep imagining.

and in a few months

it will look like this

and then i will

praise the power

of the imagination

for making things come true.

life is like a restaurant: you walk in, hopefully find good food and good company, and walk back out. – taylor vernon ryan

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kindergarten restaurant

is open

and

in full swing

everyone is welcome

come eat

come work

come sit a spell

order anything

that suits your fancy

pay what you can

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 the folks here are always very friendly.

we shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading. – b. f. skinner

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the teatime reader

loved

walking around

the neighborhood

on this cool fall day

and seeing

a young child

sitting all alone

under a tree

reading

a book

aloud

happily lost

in the  

magical world

of her

imagination

he that loves reading has everything within his reach. 

– william godwin

 

for my father, one of the original mad men

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today is my father’s birthday and he’s gone now, but never forgotten.and whenever i see the show, ‘mad men’, i think of him. the look, the feel, the era – that was our life growing up. we lived in the twirly, swirling world of advertising. 

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my dad, in the left forefront, in a very important lunch meeting

 we had cocktail parties at our suburban detroit house, hosting automotive clients and friends and all sorts of interesting characters. there were martinis and dresses and canapés and jazz and laughs long into the night. i once saw him put on a horrible wig and wear it like nothing was unusual, just to get a reaction. we would sneak down in our pajamas and sit on the stairs, just to be a part of all the hullabaloo.  

on regular nights, we were always pitching ideas to him around the dinner table and suggesting musical lyrics, tag lines, and concepts for commercials. we never realized he was a media guy in the business, and that all of our creative gestures did not have any impact, other than making him laugh. 

he was a tall, blonde, happy guy, who married my mother, a tiny, dark strong italian, and he was no match for her really. i remember him working a lot, traveling, and he could not fix a thing around the house or cook an egg or plant a tree, but he could tell a story, and he could talk anyone into buying anything, and he was very good at what he did everyday in the office – a man absolutely born to the job.

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my parents

 on saturdays, i watched every western and wwll movie with him, just so we could hang out together on the couch. and he would tell me made-up stories about the old stars. to this day, i remember the music from ‘the dirty dozen,’ and i can name every cowboy ever on television. he took my sisters and i on ‘one-on-one daddy/daughter dates’, where we got to choose what we did, and i frequently picked sharing a milkshake, his favorite, and going to a funny movie with him, just to hear him laugh.

he had the same name as a local television host, a former hollywood bit-player, who hosted a popular movie show. and even though they looked nothing like each other, we always had good tables when going out to dinner, for when he made reservations, restaurants frequently thought he was the same guy, and he never told them any different. he cheerfully signed autographs all the time for people when they discovered his name, and they somehow imagined him to be the same person. 

when i was little, he showed me his ‘official man from u.n.c.l.e. identification card,’ and told me it was top secret, that he was really a spy, and not to tell anyone. it made sense to me as he had to travel a lot, and i figured advertising was the perfect cover. i always loved, spies, and mysteries and crime stories, and i was so excited that i immediately told everyone i came in contact with, and swore them to secrecy too. when i was much older, and i brought it up, he said that one of his clients, chevrolet, had sponsored the show, and they had given him the i.d. card as a fun promotional gift. and i loved him for letting me imagine. 

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dad on the right involved in some schmoozing and story-telling

interesting that i ended up in the same business, through a very circuitous route, many years later. guess it was in my blood, though i was on the creative and promotions side of the ad world, where i had to tell stories and get people to buy my product – not cars, but instead, movies and plays and parades and circuses – pure entertainment. experiences where they could suspend reality for a bit and just let their imaginations roam free. 

and when he offered me media suggestions, they did not have any impact, other than making me laugh. happy birthday dad, and thanks for all of the memories, both the ones that were real and the ones you created for me.

Don Draper: Advertising is based on one thing: happiness. And do you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It’s freedom from fear. It’s a billboard on the side of a road that screams with reassurance that whatever you’re doing is OK. You are OK.  – (Season 1, Episode 1 – Mad Men)

 

 

 

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when a logical brainiac drives an emotional imaginator

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baby b – “ we’re going on “bacation” in our car, we’re going to the beach!”

baby j – “I’m a mermaid!”

baby b – “you can’t be a mermaid we’re in the car!” 

If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution – Emma Goldman