Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! This year we had a really big turkey (18 lbs) from HEB. While enjoying the roast Turkey, I’m grateful to all of those who made it possible – the poultry farmers, the transport workers, the grocery staffs… It’s the power of co-operation.
When thinking about what I’m thankful for, the list can be long. Besides my family, friends, those who helped me grow, who inspired me, who encouraged me, who made me laugh… one thing always pops into my head – it was an experience started with extremely dangerous situation, but ended with a miracle.
Our story occurred on the Christmas day (December 25) 2000. At dusk, we encountered the ice rain (freezing rain) when entering Little Rock, Arkansas. Our car lost control, sliding and spinning 360 degree on the highway. Fortunately, there was no vehicles around us at the moment. After we moved a little further, we saw ambulances and several cars lying in the ditch. So we decided to leave the highway and take the service road. Pretty soon, the road was all covered with ice. Cold, dark and slick. Our car could fall into to the ditch any time. To make things worse, the road became more and more steeper – there was a slope ahead of us! Since our car was heavily loaded, it refused to go any further after slowly moving a little while. (very unfortunately, I was sick that day and wasn’t able to do anything). Seeing some people were pushing their cars, my husband got out of the car and joined the (self organized) help team. Soon, they came to help us and pushed our car to the top of the slope. Finally, at that night, we were able to reach to the closest hotel (Holiday Inn), safe and sound. This is the time I witnessed how people co-operate and help each other to get out of the difficult situation. Without that, it’s hard to imagine what we would end up with at that night. It was a miracle. I’m so grateful.
Speaking of co-operation, long time ago, I heard this story. A priest asked God what is the difference between heaven and hell. God let him see two rooms. in one room, a group of people gathered around a hot pot of broth but starving and unhappy. Why? Each one held a long-handed spoon. The spoon’s handle was so long that they couldn’t feed themselves. In the second room, another group of people held the same long-handed spoon, gathering around the a hot pot of broth but laughing and singing. They were happy and well fed. God told the priest that the first is hell, while the second one is heaven. In hell, everybody is greedy, all they care about is themselves. In heaven, everybody co-operates with each other. They use the long-handed spoon to feed each other. The moral of the story is that we can choose to make our world either miserable or full of happyness.
“United we stand”. Co-operation and teamwork are essential to the success in the modern society. While we appreciate all the new technologies we’re possessing, we know that, in essence, they are the fruit of co-operation and teamwork.
In a time where we have elections that lead to a change in our laws and weather events that affect millions in unpredicted ways, we are again reminded of the importance of people. Without each other, we have nothing. With each other, though, we are capable of doing things that previous generations thought impossible.
I am thankful that we live in a world where we continue to push forward by developing new things.
‘Thingsâ€ here can have many definitions. Some things are tangible consumer devices that bring us joy. Things like iPad Minis and 50″ 3D televisions. Other tangible things include healthcare robotic devices used for advanced surgeries. Or they can include larger things like the Tesla S, Motor Trend’s car of the year.
Things can also be new services. Khan Academy is changing the ways students learn. Uber is changing how people get private transportation in cities. Even simple things like booking a night in another city are made cheaper and better with services like Airbnb.
Things can also be ideas. Some ideas are new, like Rolling Jubilee’s idea to abolish millions of $$$ of debt. Or an idea that currency can be decentralized with Bitcoin. Or even an older idea of One Laptop Per Child that aims to empower children through education.
I’m thankful that we have all these things. I’m very thankful that we didn’t have many of them 10 years ago. Why? Because we have innovated.
The last 10 years have not been easy. We (as a country and a planet) have had economic challenges, fought in wars, and yet we have continued to innovate.
I am most thankful about the things I can’t list here. The things that I don’t know about, that only live in the labs or minds of people around the world. Things that will become a big part of my life or of the life of someone 10,000 miles from here.
I am thankful that we have continued to move forward, and we will continue to move forward.
Happy Thanksgiving Day, from All of Us at Schipul – The Web Marketing Company!
I am thankful for my ability to control privacy settings and share the stories, photos, and conversations online with only the people that I want to. I realized this as I struggled to come up with a topic for Schipul’s 30 Days of Thanks because many of the things that I truly appreciate in my life are also very private and personal just to me and my family.
In most aspects of my day to day life, I have to be a transparent, “public” persona on the web. Much of what I do is only possible because of my accessibility, credibility, and trust from my community that I keep my word to keep some things that are private… well, private. Because I also have a young son and a personal life away from work, (yes – it’s true), I highly value tools that empower me to be in complete control over what information about me and my personal life is available to anyone on the Internet.
As a Schipulite, I have a deeply rooted desire to share my knowledge and teach others how to use the awesomely geek-tech playground that we call the Internet. I’ve spent a great deal of time learning how to protect my online privacy, and I want to give thanks by sharing my recommended resources to help anyone who is trying to figure out how to better protect your personal information, your private data, and protect your online community of staff, volunteers, members, and users.
Last week, I went to the Nonprofit Developer Summit (NPDev), hosted by AspirationTech.org in California. I wrote a wrap-up blog post about the 3 day conference on the Tendenci Blog, and I came back with a better understanding of what to watch out for and how to better protect my content and personal information when I’m exploring the internet. Throughout the conference, I participated in discussions that answered highly technical security questions like “Should you find a hosting provider with disk-level encryption?” and “How do I enable collaboration while also protecting my personal data?”.
FYI – the best way to secure your personal data is to take a hard look at your passwords. Check out the Mind the Gap Article: You’ve Been Hacked and find out how to follow password management best practices.
For the visual learners, here’s a great Infographic via Lifehacker (the #1 place on the web dedicated to converting ordinary users into super-users) that walks you through selecting secure Passwords.
Here’s three more important considerations for managing your online privacy settings:
Me, Myself, and iMe!
There’s a new saying “Once it’s on the Internet, It’s There Forever” and so before you spend even one more minute “surfing the web” – I recommend you read this overview guide to Protecting Your Online Privacy on Mashable.com to get a better idea of what’s involved in fully controlling your online privacy settings.
Mobile Super-Users Need a Guardian, too!
If you’re using online tech while on the go, then you’re going to want to also take a moment and equip yourself with basic privacy protection tools for your mobile devices.
Droid and Linux devices should check out The Guardian Project’s Free and Open Source Apps that give you protection tools for voice, data, and SMS communications that you want to keep private between you and the person(s) you sent them to.
Read Cnet’s article for iPhone and iPad users on How to protect their personal data on their mobile devices.
Social Media REALLY Loves Sharing Your Data!
Social media networks are often the “worst offenders” of mis-managing their users’s online data. Most of the time, these offenses are unintended and the result of a fairly new communications medium figuring things out. When someone’s personal data is shared publicly across a social network like Facebook or Twitter, it is almost always because of complicated privacy settings and an inexperienced user colliding in disaster.
We all know the saying “The best Defense is a good Offense” and that’s why I recommend you check out e-Crime Wales YouTube Channel which has videos that walk you through the different privacy and account protection settings on several social media networks (Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and more) plus learn how to control your privacy settings in web browsers like Chrome and Firefox.
You can also check out some of these popular social media network’s privacy settings Help documentation:
I am very thankful for my family for introducing me to good music at such an early age. Although I can’t play any instruments, I have always loved all types of music.
When I was a kid my Dad used to play a Bob Dylan cassette (John Wesley Harding) in his truck when he would pick my sister and I up from daycare.
I’m sure to say that my love for Dylan came from my Dad, along with love for many other great bands such as the Clash, the New York Dolls and the Rolling Stones.
I am also pretty sure I can attribute most my redneckness now in life (besides going to Texas State) to him playing Texas Country. For example, as a kid I remember listening to Robert Earl Keen when we’d go to the beach. If not not the redneck part, he is certainly responsible for my smart-assness.
There has always been some what of a heated discussion between my parents when talking about music. Dad would always say, “I’ve been listening to so and so since…” but Mom would have to correct him to let him know that she in fact turned him on to the artist, such as Emmylou Harris, Jimmy Dale Gilmore, Willie and Waylon and Guy Clark.
They both introduced me to bands such as Doug Sahm and the Texas Tornadoes, Steve Earle and Joe Ely.
I’d also credit my sister Briana Purser for introducing me to great bands such as the Black Angel’s, Thee Oh Sees and the Night Beats as well as the classics like Neil Young and Donovan.
Without my family, who knows what I’d be listening too. But thanks to them I have discovered such bands as Reckless Kelly, Hayes Carll, Ryan Bingham, Ghostland Observatory, Battles, Four Tet.. I could go on forever. But for that, I am very thankful for having my family in my life and the music they have shared with me. Love you guys, Happy Thanksgiving!
Typically, I take a more light-hearted approach to my 30 Days of Thanks post, in the past professing my gratitude to our clients, the Dallas Cowboys and Kodak Moments. Topics that are seemingly less ‘tug at your heart stringsâ€ and moreâ€¦globally grateful.
This year is different, and no it is not because of the Mayan Calendar hoopla. This year, I am thankful for my parents, Laura (Lala) and Russell (Poppe) Pemberton. I have always been thankful for them and I believe they know that. But this year, I have truly felt the culmination of 26 years (and 11 months) of love, support, friendship and encouragement. These attributes span far beyond the parental definition and more into lessons that have paved my day-to-day life. And for that, I am incredibly thankful…
[Cue the montage]
My parents always communicated the bigger picture…beyond sports, beyond high school and beyond college. If you want something, you sure as hell better be willing to work for it. And let’s be honest, as a kid, you “want” A LOT.
I wanted to be lead-off batter in the line-up. “Ok, I will take you to Decker Prairie Elementary so you can take reps everyday outside of practice.”
I wanted the Docs [Martins] with neon lacing. “Ok, you can iron your Dad’s shirts at 50 cents/piece.”
I wanted to go to Washington D.C. for the Presidential Classroom. “Ok, let’s draft up a letter asking people for donations towards your travel expenses.”
I am thankful that my parents not only made me work, but made me work hard for what I wanted. They were preparing me for my future and unknowingly instilled an unwavering drive and determination that makes me want to do better every day.
Raise the Roof and Celebrate
The Pembertons celebrate everything. Have you ever heard of a non-birthday? Well now you have – Happy Non-Birthday anonymous reader! My parents have always gone out of their way to let me and my brother know how proud they are of us. Whether it was through their words or partaking in a death defying 21st birthday stunt, they were there with their party hats in tow.
I am thankful that my parents celebrated our accomplishments, and encouraged us to celebrate in others. It is amazing what someone can accomplish when they have unconditional support.
Don’t Forget to Laugh at Yourself
My dad is famous for getting a laugh through his grandiose stories. You know, the one where the ball rick-o-shays off 5 trees, gets swallowed by a Big Fish and somehow lands in the hole for birdie. And my mother, bless her heart, has heard each one about a 100 times and laughs just as hard like it’s his first rendition.
I am thankful my parents taught me to enjoy the “funny” in life, embrace humility and laugh at yourself. Yes, that even means laugh at the time you looked like a little boy in a tacky Christmas sweater…it’s makes for a great story right?!
Happy Thanksgiving Lala and Poppe! Love you both!
I have so much to be thankful for. So much more than I could ever articulate or capture in a blog post. Even while I’m drafting this entry in my bedroom, I hear my boyfriend, his son, and our niece and nephew giggle over a movie they are watching in the living room. Between the laughter, I hear them recounting their favorite parts of the festival we attended today, and every couple of minutes my sweet dog, Stanley, punctuates their snickering with a good squeak of his toy from behind the couch. The distinct smell of “taco night” is still strong in our apartment even though the dishes have been done for hours. My life is full. I am blessed.
Of all these blessings, this year I am choosing to document some of my simplest and sweetest memories of my father. Dad was unexpectedly taken from us this summer, and while my heart is broken that he is gone, I am abundantly grateful for his love, his lessons, and all the sweet, sweet memories.
The Haunting on Glenmeadow Drive
Like most small kids, my little brother and I loved to play good guy/bad guy games. We were four and five, respectively, and it was his turn to be bad guy. He had me tied up with a jump rope in a bedroom closet and aggressively robbed me at finger point, shouting demands in his best “bad guy” voice. It was all in good fun until Dad, doing some handy work in the attic, heard us playing through the ceiling vents. Dad threw the breaker switch, knocking out the power in that part of the house, leaned facedown into the vent in the bedroom, and let out his loudest, scariest “MUWAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!” Toby ran screaming and probably scarred for life, while I tried furiously to squirm out of the triple-knotted jump ropes. Terror doesn’t get more pure than that, and Dads just don’t laugh harder than that.
Roughhousing With Class
When we played, we played classy. Tummies had to be settled, all dangerous furniture was moved out of the living room, and my Dad blasted his record (yes, as in a RECORD) of the William Tell Overture through my parents’s turntable with surround sound audio. Games of choice included, but were not limited to, Bunkin’ Bronco, Tick Tock, and of course, the Tickle Fight. Dad would take my siblings and I (four total) all on at once. The Universe stopped and bedtime was forgotten about. We would play until our cheeks were burning and our sides were sore from laughter, and after awhile, without us even knowing it, our eyelids would start to fall. He’d gather us all up at the same time (he was the strongest man in the whole, wide world), and drop us each into our respective beds with a kiss on the forehead. I’ll never sleep so well again.
The Playground Dad Built
I had friends with cool swingsets, or even a neat pool slide, but no one had a backyard like ours. Each piece of that backyard was
truly assembled with love, sweat and tears. There was the seesaw Dad built with his own hands. Kids from all over the neighborhood came just to take a turn on that seesaw.
We also had the Sesame Street swingset, because it just doesn’t get cooler than swinging with Big Bird. And we had the four-seater spinny thing we never really knew what to call. We just called it “Mayonnaise-Mustard-Ketchup” because it was white, yellow and red, but it was AWESOME! And the tire swing, you just can’t have enough fun on a tire swing.
Then there was the beautiful sandbox Dad built us from scratch. It really was a work of art, handcrafted and flawless. But before he installed the masterpiece he worked so hard on, he bought every color of paint he could find, gave us each a paint brush, and just let us go, and somehow, it was a little more beautiful when we were done.
Dad’s New Best Friend
We had a relatively strict no pet policy growing up. We were able to weasel our way into a couple of small rodents here and there, even ducks, but Dad was particularly adamant about no dogs. We would beg, and we would cry, but Dad would squint his eyes and curl his lips under, and we knew his decision was final.
That all changed in my sixth grade year. Each day my Mom came to pick me up from school, my little brother already in tow, and each day she saw the neglected litter of new puppies born at the house across the street. They were dirty, flea-ridden, hungry, and just so cute. One afternoon Mom hit her breaking point. Instead of just pulling up in front of the school for me to jump in the van, she parked the car and hopped out with my brother. With a determined look on her face, she marched across the street and knocked on the dog owner’s door. A brief chat and twenty dollars later, we had a puppy.
We played with him all afternoon in the front yard. He was frightened and excited at the same, and so were we. How would Dad react when he got home? When Dad finally pulled into the driveway that evening, we hid the puppy underneath a blanket and between boxes in the garage. We tried so hard to keep our faces straight and act normal, but Dad could of course sense the giddy anxiety in us all, and the frightened puppy shaking violently beneath the sheet didn’t help much either. Dad glanced across all of our “straight” faces, looked down at the quivering sheet, and pulled it back with a swift, hard tug. Dad couldn’t even be mad. In that moment, he knew he had just met his new best friend. He named him Rufus, and that second began a 15 year journey the twosome would enjoy together, side-by-side every step of the way.
I am so grateful for my father, the time we had, and all the sweet memories. These are by no means all of my memories of my father, or even my favorite. They are just the ones that are making me smile today. Thanks, Dad.
30 Days of Thanks: Design
From the chairs with no instructions, to the sweaters that require no ironing, to the kitchens that anyone can navigate. Experiences and products are everywhere and go least noticed when designed well.
The fact that you knew to pull on that door rather than push on it without ever having to read a sign.
The fact that everyone knows how to operate a chair without instructions even though all chairs do not look exactly alike.
To the ATM machines that now take seconds to operate.
Great design can communicate years of information without having a paragraph of text.
To the business development person who spends more time being a resource and less time being a sales person.
To the floor manager who spends more time figuring out what you need and less time on what you’re asking for.
For the thousands of poorly designed experiences, there are a thousand more wonderful experiences that get unnoticed.
This thank you goes out to the thousands of wonderfully designed experiences that go unnoticed, because that’s what they do best.
Year after year, I’m thankful for the same things…
- Sweets are definitely my weakness.. I’ve been able to limit myself from too much sugar consumption.. but there are just times when you need to down a dozen of the best cupcakes in the world!..just kidding, I shared them! They were from Georgetown Cupcakes!
I was so lucky to experience Uchi in Houston,TX this year with my sister for my birthday! It was right after the Schipul Zombie Photoshoot (just imagine splotches of red ‘blood’ around my face and neck as I enjoy some uncooked fish)
- and other things that start with the letter “F”… like flip-flops
However, this year I’ve added another item to be really thankful for..and no, it doesn’t start with the letter “F”.
For the year 2012, I am also thankful for SKYPE! It’s such a great way to keep in touch with the people we care about, especially getting to ‘see’ them even if they’re miles and miles away. And ‘the best things in life are free‘..right?
And I guess no matter how you try to explain it.. a long-distance relationship is a LONG-distance relationship when you’re not in the same city as someone else.. whether it be family members, friends, co-workers, or so on. Not being a big ‘phone-person’ (check me out with my Samsung Behold).. Skype is definitely the next best thing for me when it comes to having a conversation with someone.. ‘face-to-face’.
All in all, I’m very thankful for the life I have..filled with so many people that I genuinely care for and for all the memories and experiences we’ve all shared with each other. Until next Thanksgiving!
Photography seems to be a common theme here at Schipul. Other people have even posted about it here previously about what it means to them (see Ed, Katie, CP). It makes sense because we seem to always be taking pictures of what we are up to. Weather we are going to events, supporting awesome clients , or just having fun at the office (dressing like Zombies, wearing ugly Christmas sweaters) we always hear “grab a camera”. The result of all this seems to be a group of geeks with a passion for photography… of which I unknowingly entered almost four years ago.
I say “unknowingly” because I didn’t set out to get in to photography. Like a lot of the best things in life, it kind of just happened. Around this time, four years ago my parents gave me a Canon Rebel while celebrating Christmas in Gatlinburg, TN. Why they chose that, I really don’t know. Maybe I expressed some interest or, more likely, my brother told them he thought I may like it. However it happened, I’m glad I did.
I began experimenting with the camera that day and learning how to use it. My first photos were taken in Gatlinburg shooting trees or snow or lights and also grabbing shots of my family. It started out as a great way to snag a moment on vacation, a way to take a snap shot to jog your memory at a later date and recall that time.
This is probably what photos are to many people, a way to say “oh yeah, that was fun” or “I remember when (insert you event here) happened?”. I take plenty of those photos as well but what has really kind of “hooked” me is the opportunity to capture the entire moment or series of moments throughout an event/trip… sounds, light, feeling, laughing, heat, cold, fun, etc. When I really feel like a photo turned out well, isn’t as much about the clarity, someone’e hair, etc. What is important is producing a photo or set of photos that tells the story. Can a stranger look at a phhoto(s) and feel like they were there?
I see people take pictures all the time and think “when will they look at that again?” and if they do, will it be exciting? It feels like checking an item off a list. Visit New Orleans… check. Drink a Hurricane… check. Take any photo on Bourbon street… check.
*Disclaimer – I understand these are sometimes necessary and end up taking some myself. My wife is great at taking “people” pictures and encouraging me to do the same. It’s just fun to push the creativity on those “check list” shots when possible.
*Tangent with no disclaimer – cell phone videos at concerts fall in to a similar category. Those can’t possibly be good the next day right?
I think more people are finding the same opportunity push their photos with better equipment more easily accessible and with new technology like Instagram or Hipstamatic. These tools let people express themselves through the photos and show their experience rather than just a snap shot. It actually triggers those emotions without needing to remember back and say “oh yeah”. Not every one is a fan of the “altered” photos or filtered effects but I love the opportunity it creates and the creativity that comes from it. One of my favorite examples is Matthias Heiderich, or Heartbeatbox on flickr.
In an interview on the flickr blog, he commented:
“The series is purely artistic, meaning that I’m taking artistic freedom to edit and design photos in the way that I like them personally.”
Why it became a hobby of mine exactly? Who knows. It’s like anything… did I like going to school in Austin because it fit my personality? Or was my personality shaped by going to school in Austin? Did being around photography enthusiast open up the idea of taking photos or did I say something to my brother one day because it sounded interesting? Probably a little from column A and a little from column B.
Maybe it all goes back to experiencing new things and extends to capturing and sharing those experiences. I also don’t know how photography and people’s need to view and share photos became what it is or the social factors were invovled to make photos so popular.
All I know is that I’m thankful we have photos and people taking them.
And I’m thankful for:
- My parents for giving me that Rebel camera
- My brother (who knows a thing or two about cameras) for showing me how to use the thing
- My wife, Brooke for always stopping with me to take photos on trips
- Schipul for encourages us to take more photos
- Everyone who has let me take and share their photo
Let’s be friends on flickr!