Cannon Beach Sunset

Yesterday, mid-afternoon, we decided it was a good day for a Cannon Beach visit. Jamison grabbed his drone and camera, and Jamison, Suzi, and I headed for the beach. We stopped by Insomnia and drove nearer to the Rock.

Jamison set up his drone and took off. I held his phone while he took some pictures and video. I hadn’t seen Jamison use his drone before. Too cool!

Not long after we arrived, the sun set and we left.

Every day at the beach is a good day!

Photo credits: Drone shot and animated gif by Jamison. Shot of Jamison and me by Suzi. All used with permission. Thanks!

Three gallons of blood

I reached a milestone yesterday: I donated my 24th pint of blood — 3 gallons!1 I used to have a rule: no talking about needles while I’m driving.2 We want to keep the driver conscious. I decided my fear of needles wasn’t optimal and decided to donate blood to get over it.

My plan worked, and along the way I wrote the post on donating blood for wimps and I played an important role in saving lives.

If you want to donate blood, too, but think you might want a donor buddy, feel free to contact me. We can do this!


  1. That’s about twice as much blood currently flowing through my body. 
  2. Not an easy rule to follow with at least 80% then headed to working in hospitals… 

Small, square boxes

Collections are cool. We find all sorts of things, label them, and put them in small, square boxes. Rocks, stamps, coins, galaxies. Along the way we learn geology, geography, history, cosmology.

We also learn classification, taxonomy. We get better at putting things in small, square boxes.

Sedimentary, igneous, metamorphic. Definitive, commemorative, special. Mint, used. Spiral, bar, irregular, barred spiral, lenticular, peculiar.

What do we do when reality is more complex than our taxonomy? What if we collect colors and discover the rainbow is a continuum?

Some might say, get more small, square boxes. And maybe that’s okay as long as we recognize that small, square boxes can’t fully capture reality. That small, square boxes can’t change reality. That small, square boxes can’t change a rainbow.

Haystack Rock

With my many trips to Cannon Beach already this year, I’ve started to notice changes in the sand level on the beach. Another trip, the rocks on the inland side of Haystack rock were completely covered by sand. Yesterday, the rocks were exposed and surrounded by water even though the tide wasn’t in. Even though I wasn’t able to talk anyone else into going with me1 it was a good day at the beach. Warm weather, sunshine, and cousins.2


  1. What’s up with that, Bret?! ;-) 
  2. And a birthday, but that’s not my info to give, so s/he’ll remain anonymous. 

What was Facebook thinking?

What the F*** Was Facebook Thinking? This is the best article I’ve read on the amount and type of information any Facebook application could get:

Your name. Your location. All your friends. Your family. Your work history. Your schooling. Your birthday. Your checkins. Your events. Your hometown. Your likes, photos. Your relationships. Your religion and politics.

And not just for you, but for one and a half billion other people.

While you’re at it, also read My Cow Game Extracted Your Facebook Data.

To be honest, I’m not even sure I know what the Facebook platform’s terms of service dictated that I do with user data acquired from Facebook. Technically, users could revoke certain app permissions later, and apps were supposed to remove any impacted data that they had stored. I doubt most apps did that, and I suspect users never knew—and still don’t know—that revoking access to an app they used eight years ago doesn’t do anything to reverse transmissions that took place years ago.

Insert pithy statement about closing the stable door after the horse has bolted here.

Live your life

And be nice to others.

Some morning thoughts on livin our damn lives. What would you add?

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Just a friendly reminder to live your life. Take risks. Be wild. Be free. Dance in public. Fall in love. Make new friends. Share. Laugh. Cry. Eat cake. And be nice as hell to others.

Love,
Cleo

Words to live by.

10 questions for a manager to ask

Brian Carl issues a “call to arms for scheduled reflection” and lists several ideas to make it happen. He also lists some questions to contemplate.

  • What are my employees’ strengths? And how can I give them more projects that align with these strengths?
  • What is my company’s larger mission?
  • What does success look like in 3 months, 6 months, 1 year, 5 years, etc.?
  • What growth stage is my company/product in and how does that align with the product lifecycle?
  • How has the company culture changed and what are the values the employees are reinforcing to their peers? Does this match what I/we say the culture is?
  • Does my team view change as a negative or positive? Do they resist it or welcome it?
  • Have I been spending my time effectively? Am I prioritizing enough time on the projects that are driving results?
  • What processes or meetings are I doing that are no longer relevant or not working like I wanted them to?
  • How has my audience/prospect changed over time? What do I need to adapt to get ahead of this change?
  • What gaps exist that are preventing me from hitting my goals?

Good questions are great!1 But they’re worthless if you don’t ask—and answer—them. Go read Brian’s article for some good ideas.

Do you have a favorite question?


  1. I collect them. :-) 

Stormy Cannon Beach

Another week, another opportunity to visit Cannon Beach.

Since our visit the previous weekend, massive breakers scrubbed the Oregon coast. Ecola Creek rerouted north again, much closer to bluffs. The loose sand that was on the beach washed away. The tsunami evacuation maps normally posted on the seawall are gone. Have they also washed away?

Ordinarily, we would walk from Second Street down to the Rock, take some pictures and walk back. But it was a cold, blustery, cloudy day. After a hot drink and walking down the steps to the beach, we decided to drive to Tolovana Beach Park and walk to the Rock from there instead. Our assumption was that this would be a shorter walk. Checking the map, I’m not convinced this is the case, which makes me feel a lot better — and confirms what the walk felt like.

Another great day on the Oregon coast! I can’t wait for the next one.