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This is my entry from last night (due to a few WIFI issues and the failure of my mobile app). The Museum trapped me away from the technology I needed to upload, making it necessary for me to upload in daylight hours. What’s the Museum? Read on and you’ll understand.

12:03am: Just settling to write today’s entry. I’m in the strangest of places. Where? Chilling in the lobby of the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles (NHMLA). Where exactly? Right under T-rex. Seems a few of us sleepless parents have found the first moment of catch-up to finish our week’s business. With baggy eyes and motivated by the teamsmanship of Vanessa, another dedicated parent and co-night owl sharing this only place of 3G signal, I turn on my trusty iPad to give you this entry.

But why am I here at this time of morning? Remember the key words I used above. “A few of us sleepless parents.” Sleepless is an understatement. Starting at 1pm today my family and I began our preparation for this evening: a sleepover at the NHMLA. I can’t say what the day was for my typing friend Vanessa, but I’m sure she has experienced similar set-up for this night.

Best part, all who are attending (looks like about 200 of us) are locked in the building until sunrise. So, with my mind and body fueled by cookies and lemonade, and the sounds of unknown families sleeping in congregation echoing off the marble walls, I write my 71st 365 entry.

Sorry to say that Vanessa is not my entry this night. Although she is charming, she is knee-deep in her catch up of the day, and I have already interviewed my friend of the day. But who knows, I have given Vanessa a card and perhaps she will join us as a 365 follower.

Without further delay, let me introduce you to today’s friend: The most lovely and inspired Monique.

There are too many families to count, Boy Scout troops to the left and right, a girls’ school across the room and numerous organizations of educators everywhere. The opportunities are overwhelming and I’m keeping my intuition open as I say my hellos to all I converse with. The second I meet Monique I know she is gifted.

Gifted is a word I use cautiously, not wanting to overuse it or diminish its impact. But gifted is the only word that comes to my mind after spending only 15 minutes with Monique.

There is a spirit about her that is genuinely good, and rightfully so. Her life is dedicated to education and in helping others reach their full potential – so much so that she has formed an organization to fulfill this mission, amer-i-can.org.

It’s early in the morning now. I won’t lie, I’m a touch toasted, and by the look of it I am the only person left awake. Vanessa has retired. The halls are silent and I realize that I have lost track of time in visiting the amer-i-can.org website. Its scope is way too broad to justify in my writing. What Monique does is wonderful and I will be bold enough to pitch visiting her site and challenge us all to do our part in reaching out. I promote it with purpose and feel that doing so does not breach my commitment to you in keeping my blog free of commercialism. What Monique does has zero links to commerce. I am wholly impressed.

What else impresses me about Monique is her presence: humble, soft-spoken and confident. We talk of the economy, spirituality and the importance of education. Grand topics for a short, 15 minute visit. We share a common thread of perspective for the world around us. Even though there are so many obstacles dividing cultures and people, there is still so much good and opportunity for those who reach out, think of others and press forward wit hope and charity.

We talk of motherhood and the importance of parenting, linking their role in child development and of a healthy self-esteem.

Monique is a rock star of talents, and it is obvious she is doing what she is for a reason.

I quote her, “I was called to be an educator. I had no choice but to listen. We are all here to be in alignment with God’s will.”

She expands, “Everyone has the potential to do good. Like diamonds get pressed into gems, so too can we all become better beings.”

I can tell that Monique lives what she proclaims, and from being in her presence for the 15 short minutes we talk, I can honestly say that she has influenced me to be a better person.

Her thought for the future, “To help the world on a Global level.”

Monique, a privilege to meet you!

End Note (From Terri, my wife):  When Richard showed me his 365 portrait for today I exclaimed, “Yes!  I knew she was who you were suppose to meet today.”  Monique was part of our assigned museum group, the “Coyotes.” As we followed our children from activity-to-activity throughout the night, I made eye-contact with her a few times and was taken in by the gentle, peaceful “magic” about her — the kind of person that can make you feel good just by sharing her smile. I don’t really try to sway Richard toward who to shoot, so I just thought to myself, “She would be a great 365 for tonight” – and guess what?  Richard thought so, too.

Kamala tells me, “We are all connected; cousins, long time friends, a full-on family. We all do what we love to do, and are here to encourage each other. This place is all about community; yoga, good food, play and lots of dancing. I never though I would be a fire dancer, but here I am doing this  I’m loving life!”

Tonight I find myself in a special place. It’s like I have fallen down the rabbit hole and have wandered into Wonderland. Just this afternoon I met Kamala on the phone, she is referred by the art teacher of my daughter. As we chat, her energy reaches through the phone while she extends an invitation to visit her house this evening. What deeply impresses me is her selflessness, “You can come, but it will not be about me, it will be about us.”

You’re not kidding! I arrive to more people than I can count. And first things first, I am invited for dinner amidst the aroma of the most wonderful food, all prepared by the culinary master of the house, Brit, who, incidentally, is not only a fire dancer, but a trained gourmet chef. I love to eat, so I’m in, still not fully grasping the fact that the most amazing night has begun.

As I get acquainted with my 365 friends, the stream of new faces never ends. I can truly say, “I have stumbled upon what I feel is one of the greatest creative hubs in Los Angeles,” and I’ve been to a lot of places and have met a lot of artists. Right off the bat, I know there is no way I can interview everyone — that would be a monumental task, and one that I’m sure would reach deep into the week. So I enlist the help of the group, asking them to write their answers to my questions throughout the evening. Kamala helpfully sets up her laptop on the dining room table, making it easy for all to contribute their words. I’m loving it here, they are all in.

So we’re all chatting, sitting at the dining table as entries are written. Kelly goes first with a sinister, yet warmly funny laugh, “I’m holding us up,” she says as she clicks away at the keys. But there are no worries, none are stressed. As a matter of fact, it’s quite the opposite, all for one and one for all in this neighborhood.

What is important to this eclectic family is this: The experience of the evening, and helping each other to excel and be safe with their fire tricks. This family is on awesome.

Not all of us are at the table; the dedication of these artists is staggering. Outside has been non-stop practice and coaching. With the entire front of the residence being converted into a fire spinning studio, everyone has a place to take their turn in heating it up. Even Kelly, who just 15 minutes ago was in front of my lens, spinning crazy amounts of fire only inches from her head.

I too am taking a break from the front yard energy and am sitting at the table to chill. To the left of me is  Jade, delivering dialogue for a music video promotion one of the gang is producing. Crazy lines are bouncing off the walls, “Kick out the epic x!x!X@@@!” I’m told it’s for a Swedish band. Got to love those insane Swedes. I know a few of them. To the left of me is Brit, our amazing chef, her talents are deep and she is checking out a set of storyboards for a Kung Fu belly dance movie she is part of, sindanceproductions.com.

But there are more than just two projects happening — these are only a few of the happenings at this wonderfully eclectic home of imagination. I am told, “It is always this way around here and I am welcome anytime.” I am honored by the invite and will take them up on the open door sometime.

Even thought the night is past and morning is rapidly approaching, the creative spirit is endless and even now, at 1:23am, I find myself captured, sitting in the living room and not able to return home until I complete this entry.

I have truly found myself in creative heaven, and the fire is magical.

But still, we all have work tomorrow. Oh crud! I mean today, and the night is wrapping. It is time for me to go. So with the glow of fire now dimming on my shoulders, I present you the words written by my fab new friends.

Here you go.

The questions”

“What is your message to the world?”

“What will you be doing in 5 years – goals, aspirations or maybe your way of life?”

Jade

“My message to the world is… ‘Live the life you love and love the life you live.’ You must push yourself to be the purest form of you. Embrace all that you are and allow yourself to be pushed to your own fullest.”

“In five years I will still be pushing myself and those around me to inspire the world with a pure form of art and radical self-expression.  Only by allowing ourselves to be true to what we are will we encourage our surroundings to break out of the shells that hold us all in.”

Kamala

“You can do ANYTHING you want with YOUR life! Do it now and do not let another moment pass without living to the fullest!

“In five years I will be in the moment living life to the fullest, doing whatever it is that makes me thrive, laugh, smile and rich in all aspects of the word and I will be being the best me I can be in that moment.”

Will

“Follow your passion, take risks, regret nothing… you’ll get out of life what you put into it.

“In five years I will continue adventuring and traveling the world… always in search of amazing experiences and incredible people!”

Kelly

“Never give up, never slow down. Find the love in everything that comes to you, and in all that you meet. Trust in God and you’ll find all things are possible.

“Five years will come in the blink of an eye, and I only hope that when that time comes I’ll be at a place of love, happiness, and peace. Or in space. (Man, I want to go into space.)”

Britt

“Follow your dreams! What seems impossible today is within reach tomorrow.

“In 5 years I hope to be enjoying the love and prosperity that I enjoy today, to fully appreciate every moment of being alive, to be inspired in my daily life and share it with others.”

Parker

“Surround yourself with people who inspire you.

“In five years I’d like to have access to the people who are making a difference in the world, and help them share their stories internationally through film and other art forms.”

Glen

“In five years I hope to be part of a creative, successful community.

“It’s good to take a moment and ask yourself if what you are doing is making you happy.  If it isn’t making you happy it might be time to try something else.”

Check out the Fire Groove website at http://www.firegroove.com

Remember I said it was 1:23am. Well, I still needed to edit and prepare a few photos. It’s 3:35am now. I’m going to bed.

See you tomorrow, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Say “Hi ” to Nicole, the first face I see this evening as I arrive to an  ad agency gathering. She is so welcoming. I have to ask her to be part of 365.

I’m going to be short and to-the-point tonight. We all have to get some sleep now and then.

Nicole is one of those people who find resolve in everything. I know this by two factors: first, my gut tells me so, and second, I do a little questioning of her co-workers, all who say things like, “She is always thinking forward, nothing shakes her, she is awesome.”

Now you ad folks will appreciate this. Nicole is a traffic manager. For those of you who do not know what a traffic manager does, it is basically this: All the scheduling of every project that moves from department to department. Meaning, if timing is missed on the delivery of any given project, the blame falls on her shoulders. It’s a huge responsibility that requires the ability to communicate with both left and right brain people – not always an easy task, especially when everyone needs things ASAP. My hat goes off to all in her position.

OK, you know of her job, but what does she want to share with us, the readers of 365?

The office is loud, but we manage to find a quite corner in the reception area. We sit and chat for a bit. All while Nicole continues to welcome newcomers to the party. She is incredibly funny, lots of laughter and off- the-wall statements. “I’d rather be day 69.”  I smile, “I’m not that kind of blog, but promise to share her disappointment for being day 68.” All is meant in good jest and we laugh it off.

Even with the distraction of our silly talk and the many people walking past us, she is able to manage her photo shoot while being sure that all who enter feel welcome to the agency open house. A testament to her ability to manage multiple situations. She is a joy to photograph and projects a warm persona, that with only a few minutes to take photos, is rather difficult to capture, but I think we got pretty close.

It is suiting that we sit at the question mark couch. A perfect setting for Nicole to share a favorite quote by poet Walt Whitman, “Re-examine all that you have been told… Dismiss what insults your Soul.”

As we talk I realize why this quote resonates with her. Even though she is somewhat reserved, broken occasionally by an absolutely infectious sense of humor, I see that her humanity runs deep.

Nicole is very hip and carries herself with poise and confidence. We talk of her tattoos, which are many. “I’m addicted to them.” True, many are, but this is what’s really cool  – most of her tats are a tribute to family, or uplifting life statements. I nickname her, “Walking key art for the positive.”

I ask her of her goals or dreams. Quick and simple answer: “I want to work with kids.”

Nicole, keep your humor and dedication to professionalism and I bet you’re at the front of the classroom sooner than you think.

Thanks for the fun interview.

Later Gator!

Several weeks ago I reported on two people I met at a local Laundromat: The Colonel and Antoinette.

If you remember, I spent hours with them and it was quite an experience. But there was one encounter that evening which has haunted me since that evening, and rightfully so: it is a deep story and one that deserves it time to tell.

To get us going, here is an excerpt from that evening’s blog post, my interview with The Colonel.

“The last lesson in military respect comes as we conclude our evening. A man walks up, taking a pause from his laundry duties. “Are you a veteran?” he directs at The Colonel. “Vietnam” is the reply.

The man goes on to state his service, and even though he did not see front line, he shares, “I was scared shitless.” The Lieutenant Colonel immediately reaches out his hand, and over a firm handshake, says, “Welcome home!” They both well up, but quickly hide their emotion.”

That man who walked up – we spoke for a short time. He is a brave man with a message to share, but time is too short to interview. We exchange cards and commit to meeting at a later date. That later date is today and here are words written to me by George, the man of whom we are speaking.

His words are sharp and poignant. With his permission, I am sharing them as they are written to me.

I have the greatest respect for all who voice their opinion, and remind you, my readers, that the messages stated in my posts are that of each individual 365 friend I meet. I do have my opinions, however, to be true to 365, its point-of-view remains neutral; its aim is not to endorse or debate any political, religious, spiritual or metaphysical agendas. 365 is a community of people and to allow for its relevance I welcome all perspectives.

I meet with George in his home. He is welcoming and engaging. A generous host, he offers me tea and we sit for an hour of deep conversation. He expresses more than I can write and his points are bold and clear. I know there is no way I can articulate his message, so I ask him if he would be willing to email me a short paragraph or two of what he would like me to post. Here are George’s words:

George’s words of Wisdom:

“No human being has the moral right to gamble with the fate of other human beings.”

Where he sees himself ten years from now:

“Despite the talks of gloomy future, and there are lots of depressing events to support that view, I believe our future is a lot brighter than supposed. I have been fortunate to be able to read between the lines as the events unfold right before our eyes.  There is an incredible change coming, a change that is spearheaded by the youth of all Islamic nations.  The smart young boys and girl with the use of cell phones, Facebook, twitter, and often sacrificing their own lives in what they strongly believe.

Although they cry for democracy and freedom, in reality, they are showing their contempt for their religion. Islam, a religion that has awakened the young Muslims to realities they never probed before and caused them to take a critical look at a religion that their spirit has never digested. They are asking for transparency, accountability in government and an end to the oppressive Islamic leaders with their radical fundamental ideology, their cagy and perilous philosophy. The philosophy that has caused irreparable injury not just to the Muslims, but also to the universal rules and laws on which civilized and successful societies are based. The tradition, the religion, that in order for them to live a normal life among the people of the world, they must live outside of that tradition, and that absolute Arab Islam.

Richard, I am an Iranian American, a U.S. veteran. I was born in Iran and grew up as a Shiite Muslim.  As a Shiite I have read most if not all Shiite doctrine page-by-page and have read Koran and done all my daily duty. I grew up with and understand the mentality of today’s Shiite elite.”

George leaves us with this thought:

“I believe it is time for the world’s Muslims to do some soul searching and for Islam to look into the mirror. And I am holding up that mirror to Islam.”

To read more of George’s mission, here is his website: http://iransharshislam.com/index.html

Sundays are tough days to get out. It’s the one day of the week I do my best to covet as much time as possible for spiritual and dedicated family time So when I invite my DP friend Bruce along for the ride, I welcome his invitation to join him in a visit to one of his friends: Curt, the genius behind Viewfactor.

I ask you to look beyond the invitation I receive from Bruce. True, it is an introduction. I’m even hesitant at first to take the interview, but it’s Sunday, family day, and the prospect of getting quickly in the door of meeting a new 365 friend is worth examining. I commit to Bruce in accepting his 365 partnership for the day, and give myself one prerequisite: I will not be commercial or do an essay on a photographic product. As I’ve said from the start, this blog is about people, and not about commercialism.

Bruce picks me up and we travel about thirty minutes to meet Curt at his office. As we are driving there, Bruce tells me a little about our destination. “Curt is always there, even has a cot to sleep on. It’s a family run business and Curt is a very smart fellow.” I’m paraphrasing a touch, but you get the message.

Smart is an understatement, Curt is a master mechanical engineer, with the credentials to prove it: Cisco Systems, Lockheed Martin Space Systems and a who’s who list of contracted clients. He is also an amazing artist, something that instantly comes to my attention as he shows me file folder after file folder containing the most amazing product sketches I’ve seen, some of which I’ve been sworn to secrecy. I also get to see his CAD renderings. Their like photographs created from pixel dust, no camera needed, amazing!

Here is how I place him in my mind, “The king of imagination and master of his domain.”

His domain? designing and engineering really, really, cool camera stuff. I’m not going to promote more than that. But if you are interested, check him out at Viewfactor.net. That’s all I’m saying.

He tells me of his childhood, “I spent my time not playing with my toys, but taking them apart.” He remembers, “Wanting to know how they worked, I took apart my Transformers and Millennium Falcon. What was I thinking? I lately saw a similar toy, now collectible, selling for $7,000.”

Curt, apparently your toy exploration years of past are what jump started your mind to work the way it does. The $7,000 loss has paid off. So parents, neighbors and friends, if your kids are tearing their toys apart, there is hope. Buy more toys, watch them rip away. Perhaps your kids are the futures mechanical masters. Luckily, my girl love to dance, a different expense in itself.

My impression of Curt: A man of passion, honesty, intense work ethic, family value and love of what he does. That, backed by incredible business acumen, has put him on the leading edge in his field. He tells me of his competitors and the challenges of being a small business. But, in compliment to him, many of his competitors also rely on his services in developing their products. A pretty good place to be, although I do hear, and know of several companies that have taken his designs without his consent. That kills me to hear. Robbers, you know who you are.

So if you want the real deal, Curt is the man. And this is from my lips!

Curt has great integrity, “My Uncle and Grandfather were machinists, I loved what they did, and I’ll never forget them. I’m a family business and am grateful for our growth.”

What he doesn’t harp on are his business smarts. The shop is run well. Incredibly well by a tight team of four: Curt, his Mother, Father and Brother. Being a small business owner myself, and operating with the aid of my wife; I am linked by a common thread, knowing what it takes to keep a small business afloat, and Curt’s operation rocks.

Curt’s Words of Wisdom:
“Find something you love to do, and, if you can make a living at it, good for you!”

The Future per Curt:
“Get to the point where I can do nothing but tinker.”

Curt, Thanks for the Sunday visit and keep making cool stuff.

Readers, lets all listen to Curt’s Words of Wisdom. They are another brick on the path of the 365 story.

Trust me, the start-up of this blog entry may seem a bit like vanity at first. Bear with me, it weaves into my encounter today.

Not sure if I have told you this: “I was raised in Las Vegas.” Best not to play cards with me, it’s a loosing proposition. I’ve got the Sin City luck of the draw.

Even had a business there, way back in the late 80s. “Here I go again, dating myself!”

My family migrated to LV from England in 1961. Father was a tailor, turned produce king (supplied most of the hotels deep into the 90s). That explains my occasional use of British grammar and fear of Vegas buffets.

I have two sisters: One born nine years before me, and the other eleven year older than myself.

“Hey Radstone! Why are you telling us this? We want to read about your new friends. You’re becoming old news.”

Ouch!

Alright, here is why.

I’m driving past a small, obscure building. For whatever reason, I’m drawn to it. Almost to the point of rubber necking it as I pass. The magnetism of the place is impossible to dismiss. Even thought the rain is falling and I’m behind schedule on my day’s responsibilities, I must visit.

Finding a nearby parking lot, I walk an easy block to the address that has so smitten me. My first view is of the most eclectic artifacts outside of its door. A vintage baby stroller, some funky art, yard furniture, rusty hand truck and a few other items of equal eccentricity. “This is my kind of joint.” Turns out to be a wonderful little haunt of an antique shop. “Ah, that must be it? I dig vintage stuff!”

Entering the door I realize I’ve stumbled upon a holy grail of local culture. The shop is packed with customers. There is a “We are all family vibe” heavy in the air. I have no idea who is running the place. My first inclination is the blond lady closely checking a very cool piece of old luggage. Thinking she is quality-checking her inventory, I assume she is the shop keeper. My mind is made up (well sort of), I know something is not right, but still, I ready myself to throw her the 365 invite.

I set my approach pattern: 365 radar engaged, target sighted, begin countdown. Ten feet, eight feet, six feet, her eyes are still locked on the luggage. I take my breath, words almost ready to escape, her head suddenly pops up. I’m stopped in my track when she looks over my shoulder and says, “How much is this case?”

“Huh? Me?” All of a sudden I find myself trapped between customer and the real shop keeper. Seems he is standing behind me and I am way off in my assessment of the situation. I’m feeling pretty stupid, my hand is already reaching out with the first steps of an introductory handshake. It’s one of those caught-with-my-pants-down moments, but I follow through with grace in redirecting my body movement, converting it to a reach for a statue. Luckily my blunder goes unnoticed. Still, it leaves me a little unsure as to why I am here.

So now that I know who runs the joint, there is no option other than to move forward. I’m here, camera on back, statue in hand and new friend sighted. I’d be lying if I said I am not a touch jittery after my above referenced clumsiness, but I’m here.

Stepping up is Ron, owner, photographer, director and actor. He silently listens to my 365 pitch. Even though my delivery is not as eloquent as past invites (still feeling a tad stupid for my earlier confusion). Luckily for me, he accepts.

We talk in generalities at first. What do you shoot? How many films have you been in? How did you start this business? The conversation is enlightening, but my gut is telling me there is more. Store customers are watching, and with the endorsement of Ron, I hand out both 365 and my personal business cards.

I notice Ron studying my personal business card intensely. It’s a simple card, just has my last name on the front of it, RADSTONE, and on the back, contact info. So my name is large and apparent.

Ron starts to show a questioning smile. Looking at me he asks a series of questions: “Radstone? Do you have a sister named Tammy? Are you from Las Vegas? Was your father a tailor? Did you live on El Cedral in the 70s?”

“What the heck? Is this guy psychic?

He laughs huge! Now remember, Ron and I have never met, we are in Canoga Park, California, in a little hidden shop that for some reason has beckoned me. I can’t stop self-questioning how he knows these fact about me. “Is he CIA? Am I under surveillance?” After all, when I’m unshaven, I can look like an Al-Qaeda operative. I’m blown away away by his queries.

Why is he laughing? “I lived up the street from you and used to date your sister,” he tells me.” Is she still a tiny thing?” I’m staggered and know why I am here.

It’s happening again, the 365 voice has brought me to where I need to be. We are both dumbfounded. Ron, now happily married with grandchildren asks, “How is Tammy?” I tell him, “She is doing great, married with children and grandchildren.” He is pleased to hear the news. “I always wondered what happened to her; great to hear she is doing well?”

I call my sister later and she is also amazed at the encounter, having the same questions regarding Ron.

As I continually state, I am not spouting the spiritual or metaphysical in my blog, that is not my intent at all, but at times we have to recognize that some things are more than coincidence, don’t we?

Bob give us this advice:

“Stay honest and don’t lie. It’s always easier to remember the truth.”

Where he will be in ten years?

“Doing exactly the same thing. Hopefully, with good health.”

All in all, Ron and I spend thirty minutes or so together on this rainy Saturday. We speak of many things: life, marriage, children, film making and his war service. But nothing is as impactful to either of us as our historical connection.

I guess some meetings are meant to be. You be the judge.

Talk tomorrow!

I return to Silvino’s today, friends of 365 day 7, “The King and Queen of Hollywood,” Thought I had met everyone that is running this family=owned business. I am wrong.

Andrea, sister of proprietor Silvino, asks me. “How is 365 going?” My response is easy, “Great. It’s under my skin. Sometimes I do get a little tired, but I am married to it, and it’s part of me now. Today I’m on day 64, only 301 more days to go.”

The place is buzzing, Flash equipment all around, and written repair orders everywhere I look. But even with the list of equipment to repair, Andrea and Silvino are as gracious as they are professional. With Silvino, as per last visit, calmly working at his counter, Andrea asks me if I have photographed anyone today. “Nope, my bag’s right here, I’m always with it and I am looking as we speak.” She tells me about Larry Light; a man who has been making custom flash units for over 30 years. “He is very colorful. If you catch him on a good day, I’m sure he’ll do it,” she says… even gives him a phone call to inquire for me.

“Oh yeah!” How can I pass on someone with a name like “Larry Light.” Nothing comes easy and the prospect rapidly dissolves before my eyes when Andrea’s call is heavily screened by his secretary. It’s looking like a bad day for Larry. “Crud, denied again!” I won’t let go, though –  Mr. Light sounds very intriguing, so I’ll not give up on him. Still have 301 days left, he’s in my data bank, I’ll chase him a little.

“No worries,” I tell her, “I’ve got my bag and will hit the streets.” She won’t let me go — “Then you have to interview Jim, he always has interesting things to say.”

“Who’s Jim?” Part of the backbone in keeping the repairs moving at Silvino’s. I overlooked him, not noticing the back room where he is diligently working. Andrea introduces us. The guy is way-mellow and a little apprehensive at first. I don’t pressure him, and upon showing him 365 on my iPad, he agrees, with one condition, “I want to write my own words.”

The skies have opened and, literally, manna is falling upon me. After 63 days of taking heavy notes and interpreting them into honest entries, it looks like I’m getting a hall-pass today. Even before I see his words, I’m digging Jim!  Looks like I’m going to be able to socialize at a friend’s get together this evening. Woo, Hoo! Party time, no writing while socializing! Thanks again new friend.

Here is what Jim departs upon us.

“Words of Wisdom: With the economy the way it is, my advice to younger people would be: find a smaller niche to work in and don’t chase after work that seems to be what the larger groups in society are going after that will change with time, and retraining is harder than fine-tuning what you do.

“Not many people are very rich by definition and that sometimes will bring more problems than it solves. Just doing well by your own standards is a worthy goal and is challenging enough. I would think of myself as the low-end of middle class and yet I’m relatively happy.

“Repair work is needed when times are good, and when times are bad it’s still needed, although margins are tighter.

“Goals next 10 to 20 years:  Try to set-up low-maintenance retirement while still having an enjoyable existence for me and my wife.”

Jim, you are a balanced man and looks like you have found your niche. Thanks for your words.

Now off to a real Friday night for me. It’s like a mini-vacation, earned after 63 days of assignment. Loving the journey, but I do welcome a relaxed night.

Talk tomorrow, my friends!

As a swore I would never do again, I find myself in an indoor shopping mall again. Not sure why, but as I travel with my daughter (I’m telling you she is becoming my 365 partner), it is undeniable that I am supposed to be here. We enter, myself hoping for a short visit. In typical 365 style, I approach several people and am promptly and confidently DENIED!

What’s funny is, even before I approached them, I knew I would be rejected. Perhaps I am a little cocky or overcome by the shopping center noise. Either way, I’ve been chopped off at the knees. The night is young, 6pm, and yep, I’m a little freaked that it’s looking like another all nighter. But I’m with my girl. Can;t let her see me twitchy.

We settle in and decide to browse. What else can I do, it’s turning into daddy/daughter night. I push my 365 agenda to the side and securely strap all 50 pounds of camera gear on my back (oh yeah, forget to tell you, over the last few weeks my 365 kit has grown from 35lbs to a larger bag). Time to commit to healthy family time in focusing on my girl. “Who care’s if I have to find my 365 friend after 9pm tonight,” I convincingly tell myself.

We have a great time, grab a Mexican dinner, look at furniture, hair stuff, debate about enrolling her in Hip Hop dance class, and do all the general mall things. With 365 farthest from my mind we stroll into a little art school, that for many years we have ignored. Tonight it looks different though. The art is the same as usual, but we both curiously look at each other, and before I can acknowledge my feelings, my kid says. “we have to go in there, here is your 365 person.” I’m telling you, “out of the mouth of babes.”

The windows are covered with artwork and partitions block my view of who is manning the shop. We inquisitively walk in and are greeted by the most charming and beautiful artist and teacher, Betsy.

She is spectacular in engaging with my little girl, getting right into art talk and telling her about what they do at the studio. Betsy is well-trained and eloquently explains the workings of the studio, its training methods and pricing. Even gets us to sign up for a free lesson. I’m not one to impulse buy or commit to a demo, but Betsy’s offering is well-defined and to the point. We’re in.

But this is not the reason we are pushed into the shop. I tell Betsy of 365. She is intrigued and tells me of a few other one year blogs that she knows of. “Weird things are happening in 365 land.” She is tight with the creator of a blog, that just last week, was recommended to me by Matthew, the guy with the Gestalt theory reference: An edgy site called Skulladay by Noah Scalin.

The world is still getting very small for me. Betsy is in, telling me, “I’ll support anything that is a about 365.”

How cool is that, she even goes on the tell me of Noah’s newest project: Makesomething365. This is awesome, there is a 365 community out there and I’m not even aware of it. “365’rs of the world, unite!

But what about Betsy? As I said, “She is simply charming.” Betsy is an artist to the core. I know this because I can relate to the stories she shares. There is a common thread that many Right brainer’s share. First, is an equally strong Left brain. Need to be equally yoked, it’s a very difficult business and we artists have to be smart, patient and tenacious in life. Being a good person is also a plus; and in a flash, I know that Betsy possesses all these qualities.

We talk of creative vulnerability, linking it back to the stiff competitive culture fostered the art departments of higher education. “You have to be so independent. Art schools are very critical. It’s not like sports, where you get rewards for winning. In art the is no winning, it’s all personal and no trophies are given for best work.” Betsy frames this experience in a very positive way, using it to help herself and her students feel good about what they create.

How? you may ask? I love this! “We remove the competitive comparison of our students and award them for their uniqueness with trophies for best personal vision and things like that.” What a fun way to help emerging artist own a point-of-view. A very powerful thing, especially for children and youth, who are so impressionable. Smart, kind and fun in my book. And I bet the people coming out of this program have a healthy balance of self-worth and artistic ownership. Great stuff!

Betsy is listening to her own advice. “After years of working in East coast theatre, doing wigs and wardrobe, I realized that I was not growing. Not happy with what I was doing, I left and moved to Los Angeles. I’m happier now and rediscovering my passions.” Let’s just say, Betsy is now rewarding herself.

Picking up, relocating and chasing a dream is a very brave thing to do, and at only four months into her journey, Betsy looks like she is on the right path.

Not quite ready to show her work to the world (and I understand why), I ask her of her future.

Her response,

“Learning. Making more things. And not being intimidated to show my work.”

Betsy expresses these thoughts to me with peace and power. No longer worried about how people perceive her work, It is obvious that she is in the depths of rediscovery, and I am inspired.

World look out! Creative is steaming forward, and Betsy is driving the train.

SHAMELESS PLUG.
I did a little research on Betsy, she makes really cool jewelry. Check out her site and buy a few pieces. http://www.etsy.com/shop/betsyetsy

“Persevere, don’t accept anything less than what you want.” Words right out of the mouth of musician Brian, the man I meet this evening at a prominent Los Angeles rehearsal stage. This guy is way chill and has much to say about life, fellow-man and society.

What hits me like a ton of bricks about Brian, “He is all about balanced living.” A message he shares with me throughout our interview. Which, by the way, happens fairly quickly as I hang with him during his working shift at said rehearsal facility. We take our first photos in under 3 minutes as he checks the rehearsal room schedules while we stand at the front counter. We’re kind of working in tandem. He taking short looks away from his task, and I grabbing what I can in doing my best to not interrupt his work responsibilities.

First photos completed, I open up a little to him, “For the last week I have had a feeling that I need to visit this studio. So tonight, I’ve listened to it and that’s why I’m here. I have an intuition that is telling me, you have things to say that are in sync with the message my other 365 people have been sharing thus far.” Time for talk.

I start our interview by asking Brian about his tats. “They are a tribute to Johnny Cash, he inspires me. I can relate to the man in black.” He tells me of how he respected Cash’s life and the obstacles the man overcame. For me black is the color of hope.”

“A lot of people look at black as a negative, but I look at it as a beginning. You have to appreciate that no matter what is happening, good or bad, things will always get better. To me, black is a starting point.”

Brian is tremendously optimistic. A real contrast against having black as his banner color. With an extremely positive outlook to some pretty tough circumstances, he gives me a brief history of his challenges and wishes for the world. “Two years ago I lost my job, my band and my place of living, all at the same time. I reacted, asking myself, “What the hell do I do now!” It hit him hard, but only for a minute.

“But as I calmed, there was really only one thing I could do: Keep Truckin!“

Brian is incredibly interesting to talk with, his tone is calm and comfortingly dark (I know, comfortingly dark? how can that be? it just is) and his messages are meaningful and sociologically Evangelic. ”

“Too many people turn a blind eye to the negative. There is a lot of messed up stuff in the world. People can do more that just watch the news or be fans of organizations helping others. They can get up and do something about it. I’m not saying they have to give a ton of money. I certainly can’t. But they need to at least realize, not everyone has the opportunity or courage to share a voice. So don’t choose to be silent, make your voice heard.”

Brian is not a radical, he is just concerned. Concerned for the future of society and wanting to his part in making the world a better place for future generations. I know he his honest and passionate in his plea, when he tells me of where he wants to be in ten years. He does not give me one clear answer, but, “Happy and with a family” is basically his response. It is easy for me to put two and two together by the context of our interview. And I’m fairly confident my assessment is accurate: Happy and with a family,” that’s it.

Brian is not motivated by a quest for musical fame, or riches, or popularity. “In my music, if I can get anyone to escape from a daily grind for a minute, I’ve done my job.” Words I’ve rarely heard from most of the young aspiring musicians I’ve met.

“What’s important to me are my personal freedoms and I’ll tell anyone this, Don’t accept anyone influencing what you can say, how you should feel, and most definitely what you want.”

Radical words, maybe for some. But Brian is no radical, just a creative guy, wanting to use his talents for good, and working two jobs to keep his freedoms.

“Persevere, don’t accept anything less than what you want.” A statement about wealth, power, influence and popularity? I think not. What it is, is this: A one line anthem suggesting a life perspective, “Be who you are, follow the path that brings you joy and be strong enough to figure out how support yourself in going for it.”

My takeaway, “Share what you have, work hard and inspire others to do the same.”

He quotes, “At the end of the day, the only one you let down is yourself.”

Brian, Keep Truckin!