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Interactive Story Telling

I have a great friend Brendan O’Brien. He’s also a great storyteller. When ever he mentions writing scripts or filming videos, my mind goes numb with different ways we could create an interactive story.

There are two parts to this post:

How the different platforms can be used.
What a timeline might look like. Continue reading

I support local farmers, but no one is helping me share it

I’m proud to support two farmers’ markets.

Ash and I have gotten to know some of the farmers by name, and enjoy having fresh vegetables on the table each night. It’s definitely a community focused event.

But why isn’t Dover or Wentworth helping me share my love for the local farmers? Here is one simple idea that each market should be doing. NOTE: I’ve seen some general stickers around town, but nothing specific.

Stickers, yes stickers
Why? Because they are easy, get put any and everywhere and they are barrier free. Everyone knows what a sticker is, and what to do with it.

Partner with a local designer and tell them you want something that looks like this:

Once printed, give them away like crazy.

Why?
Exposure. The whole local, natural, food movement is big. Visiting a market is something most people can do. It’s easy, they can brag about it to their neighbors, and like the sticker says, it’s supporting local growers.

The people visiting the market love it. Help them share their story.

AND FOR GOODNESS SAKE Dover. Why the heck does Wentworth have a sign in the middle of town and you don’t? You’re ignoring the busiest intersection in town, no wonder why your market is so small.

Make your sign 2x as big as Wentworth's.

Unpacking. Coming to you from Dover, NH

I’m happy to announce this is my first post in the new apartment. It looks like Ashley will have a second floor room for her craft studio and I’ll have a third floor room for my office.

We couldn’t have done this move without our family. To help us move we assembled a team of ten! They were great and everything arrived safely. Minus the outdoor temperature gauge that we never packed. Oops.

Lots more to come. I’m looking to retool my resume tomorrow. Tuesday starts the job hunt!

One only realizes how many books one has until they move. Books are heavy.

The week of lasts – First Days

Today was the first day of camp. Anticipation and excitement for the summer oozed from our staff. They are ready.

I remember that feeling when I was part of the Day Camp team.

As a counselor, was I ready? Yes, I was! I trained for a week to learn skills on working with kids. I sang the songs, played the games, and somehow had unlimited energy. I was ready.

As a program director, was my programming good enough? That was a tough question. I knew what was successful before, I knew what the campers liked, I knew how to improve each activity… But, was it good enough? The bar was high and summer after summer we continued to raise it.

As director, was my team ready? They were, but I never slept the day before camp started. I was always too excited.

The week of many lasts

Being that this is my last week at camp, I thought I’d reflect on some memories that have made my time unforgettable and so special.

I got my first job at camp through a friend in the kitchen. It was March 2002. My responsibilities included washing pots, dishes, the floor, and helping to serve food. Come June I knew I wasn’t going to make it through the summer.

My supervisor suggested I talk with our Day Camp director. OK, I liked working with kids. That summer was the beginning of my tenure at Day Camp, which would eventually lead me to one day becoming director.

Here are a few moments I noticed today. No I haven’t teared up:

  • I introduced for the last time my very close friend who presents the week’s slideshows. The staff loved her work, as they should.
  • I took my last all staff photo. It went much smoother than years past.
  • I posted on Facebook for the last time the annual “When will the first camper arrive?” question.

My dad is smarter, stronger, and braver than yours

In grade school isn’t that what every child says? But it isn’t until we grow up that we find that we all were telling the truth.

Dads are the true superheroes.

Thanks dad for everything.

I don’t want just a job. I want to change the world.

My current move to NH has brought much talk about jobs.

Where am I going to be working? Currently no where.
Does that bother me? Not as much as it does my parents.
When are you going to start looking? You don’t think I already have?

Here is something I just realized. I want a job that changes the world. I want my work to be great, and to somehow have a positive impact on the world. I’m talking culture, environment, civil rights, etc…

I’m not really sure where this idea is taking me, but I am aware that my soul finally agrees with something my head is saying.