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Friends,
Have you ever sat through the credits at the end of a movie or TV show? Not the creative kind like those in the Incredibles or Sherlock Holmes. I’m talking about the obligatory, mundane, run of the mill litany of names and titles that roll past at almost illegible speeds to document every person involved with the piece, no matter how menial the task. Besides the number and hierarchy of posts involved (executive X, co-executive X, lead X, X, assistant X, assistant to the assistant X...), I'm mostly curious about the titles themselves. What’s a Grip? --and why do I need to get one? How about a Clearance? --I hear they are a bargain. What does a Best Boy do?--and how in the world can someone with that title command respect? In case you were wondering, these are applied to a lighting expert, a person who gets product placements approved and the lead electrician, respectively. And that's just naming a few. There's Gang Boss, Gaffer, Food Designer, Key Assistant Location Manager, Boom Man! With all this contractual Hollywood arcana scrolling by --and the cool titles to go with it-- I'm surprised I haven't seen a Donut Girl yet. I guess there's always room for improvement.

Happy Friday!

Location, Location, Location!

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BIrds of a Feather

Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired

Love and Marriage go together like a Horse and... Donut!

Friends, My family gained a new daughter last week. As I welcome the freshly minted Mrs. González, I wish the new couple a lasting, loving, happy and tranquil marriage. I am also reminded of a special delivery I received at the wedding. A few weeks ago, my niece/goddaughter held a “go fund me” and offered to stitch something for the donors. I, of corse, asked for a horse jumping through a donut. The completed masterpiece depicting this unlikely combo now has a special place in my office, and brings a smile to my face every time I see it. That said, I may forgo the obligatory donut today and opt for some of the leftover cake we still have at the house. Happy Friday! New addition to the Family Horse through donut with the artist Horse through donut at it’s new home shelf P.S. The donut wall in action.

Life is Smiling!

Friends, You know life is good when even dinner smiles at you. That said, digging into smiley soup can pose a dilemma. At a conscious level, you know it’s just inert food. Inanimate, unsentient, incapable of emotion or feeling. Still, those cute cross eyed egg eyes and that little pepper smile are saying ”I’m your friend” —and friends don’t eat friends. Naming your anthropomorphic dish only makes matters worse. Eventually, being the monster I am, hunger wins. Mmmm, delicious! (Sorry, Sally). Speaking of which, maybe skip the smiley faces on that next dozen donuts. Happy Friday! ;-)

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