humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
NO COFEE NO WORKEE
Enjoy Coffee Daily Is there anything that tastes better than that first sip of fresh piping hot coffee? Strong coffee, served in the perfect mug, preferably with the large handle so one can hold the cup close to the face with both hands firmly wrapped around the bowl. A smile escapes as we feel a slight tickle under the nose while blowing into the rising steam. The eyes glisten a little as they gaze into the dark brown liquid flowing near the brim. Then the long inhale through the nostrils just before we take that precious first sip. This steaming flavor packed drink that brings the body to life in the wee hours is nothing short of heaven to the senses.
By Laura Miller 5 years ago in Journal
Remembering to Treat Your Customers Like Humans
The churn. The never-ending churn of content is what the internet is made of. Today’s hit is tomorrow’s memory and companies need to do more and more in an attempt to stand out. With new extremes emerging to make more of an impact when compared to the last post, you have to ask what is missing, and more importantly, where it will end?
By Ben Shelley5 years ago in Journal
And Now My Favorite Collar Is Blue
So look at Paul. He goes for a cup of coffee. Out of his windowless, darkened, combination-locked office, down the elevator, two ways across a crowded intersection to the espresso bar to wait in line. His head hunches forward, he stares at a point in front of his hands, which fiddle absently with one another. He doesn’t look at anyone directly. His skin is so pale as to be almost reflective. He drives a Porsche; he is curt rather than cowering, a brash and driving man, the man in charge. He has as good a claim as anyone to being the sharpest programmer in a large office chockablock with crackerjacks. He is formidable, perfectly sure of himself, he just has nothing to say to the people lined up for coffee. They too are computer professionals, many of them. Or, like him, they work for lawyers.
By Robin Tell-Drake5 years ago in Journal
Becoming in Vancouver
I wrote the following reflection as part of my coursework at my Art History course 'Film and the City'. Thrilled that it would provide me with Geography credits while feeling like an elective course, I took the class wanting to get in touch with the humanistic side of my degree, the 'human' to my 'Human Geography Major'. The following is my first reflection of three, incorporating the practice of walking in my experience of the city, the topics of a few readings, and one film. The reflections were initially 400 words each, but they have been since edited. Please enjoy.
By Silvana Martinez5 years ago in Journal
The Kitchen Table
I always thought Jim would be a psychiatrist’s “What About Bob”. If you haven’t seen the movie, you should. It’s about a neurotic, yet charmingly funny patient named Bob, who wears his psychiatrist out to the point of a nervous break down. It’s very cute, and catchy. But Jim wouldn’t be funny, he would be mean, and even cruel, and of course he would still think he’s a great guy. But if a psychiatrist were to ever treat Jim intensely, the unlucky doctor would most likely end up having a nervous break down like Bob’s unsuspecting psychiatrist. Because Jim has an irrational, and keenly disturbing excuse for every rational question. In his mind it makes absolute sense, and there is no way to tell him otherwise, even when presented with logic. He will never answer a moral question about his behavior with straightforward responsibility. He will constantly deflect, or deny, and eventually change the subject. In his irrational minds eye there is always a rational excuse for being cruel.
By Robin Edwards5 years ago in Journal
The Moment;
Today is the first day of my life. Today I went and jumped in the ocean. A type of baptism of/for/and by myself. I needed it. I did not know this, until the moment just before I was gathering my things and headed for the door. Today I write this for me. For whoever reads. I love myself. Today perhaps is the first day that I can even know this. Today I have committed to being ME. In all my shit. Thank whatever it is that gave me life and thinks I should still be here. Thank you.
By Christian Henley5 years ago in Journal
The Puzzler
Managing stress is something I have learned to balance during my lifetime. I understand it can be a motivating factor but I also do not want it to push me over the edge. For the most part, finding time to relax is very important to me since I used to deal with depression years ago. Ever since I fought against my own negative state of mind and beat it I was determined to try my best not to fall back to my old ways. Thus, the need to take some time every week to relax and recoup so that I can stay happy and content with where I am and what I am doing. In general I like to play games, read stories, write, enjoy a cup of coffee, and socialize, all of which does help me relax to an extent. Coffee itself is my daily ritual and my wife and family have gifted several months’ supply of it. However, the activity that works best for me I like to save as a last resort because I feel like if it is used rarely then my mind does not have the opportunity to get bored of it. It would remain interesting and what helps the most is that my wife gifts it to me so I appreciate it even more so since it connects me with her in a sense. That and I have a habit of not spending money on myself so I would never allow myself to purchase something unless I deemed it necessary.
By Ruben Ramos5 years ago in Journal
The Clock
The only company in the room is the metronomic tick tick tick of the clock across the room. Regardless of where I sit, I can see the red hand move at its unhurried pace around and around again. The single window provides a cold watery light, casting everything in grey, not unfamiliar to the feeling in the pit of my stomach. Beyond the dirty glass to the fields outside there’s an unnatural calm about the sway of the grass and silence of the skies. I’m reminded of a dying man taking his last breath unsure if it will be his last - wary to exhale. The birds that would swell in waves and blacken the sky with their small bodies have nestled into the trees or died. I miss the birds. It used to be the birds were my only friends, the only creatures in this place that understood me. Of course, I don’t blame them for retreating into the known when faced with an astronomical unknown. I can’t decide if it’s comforting knowing birds feel the fear too.
By Chloe Dalton5 years ago in Journal
