Man in the Arena

–It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

“Citizenship in a Republic,”
Speech at the Sorbonne, Paris, April 23, 1910
Teddy Roosevelt

Joe The Mechanic

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Imagine 33 racers at the start line aligned in eleven rows of three; the pace car leading them on the start of their 200-lap race. Are you picturing the Indianapolis 500?

Think again. Held annually since 1951, the Little 500 is a 50-mile bicycle race on a ¼ mile track at Indiana University’s Bloomington campus.

Whether you race cars or bicycles, you’ll appreciate Joe English, owner of Group2 Motorsports, an Alfa Romeo specialty service shop in Ballard. Continue reading “Joe The Mechanic”

Free Trees

Tasmanian trees

Oxygen producer, carbon-dioxide reducer,
Providing protection, shade & shelter.
In autumn, colored leaves fall – products for compost,
Fodder for forts…
Kids climbing to the tops of treehouses.
Spring blossoms foreshadow summer,
Edible fruit produced for free,
Fireplace firewood and syrup from sap,
Roosts for hens and hummingbird homes.

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Marketing Alone

The following excerpt is from The Unsettling of America, an essay by Wendell Berry. It made me think about marketing, marketers, and my own marketing profession.

“In order to understand our own time and predicament and the work that is to be done, we would do well to…say that we are divided between exploitation and nurture…The terms exploitation and nurture…describe a vision not only between persons but also within persons. We are all to some extent the products of an exploitive society, and it would be foolish and self-defeating to pretend that we do not bear its stamp.

…I conceive a strip miner to be a model exploiter, and as a model nurturer I take the old-fashioned idea or ideal of a farmer. The exploiter is a specialist, an expert; the nurturer is not. The standard of the exploiter is efficiency; the standard of the nurturer is care. The exploiter’s goal is money, profit; the nurturer’s goal is health-his land’s health, his own, his family’s, his community’s, his country’s. Whereas the exploiter asks of a piece of land only how much and how quickly it can be made to produce, the nurturer asks…What is its carrying capacity? (That is: How much can be taken from it without diminishing it? What can it produce dependably for an indefinite time?) The exploiter wishes to earn as much as possible by as little work as possible; the nurturer expects, certainly, to have a decent living from his work, but his characteristic wish to work as well as possible. The competence of the exploiter is in organization; that of the nurturer is in order-a human order, that is, that accommodates itself both to other order and to mystery. The exploiter typically serves an institution or organization; the nurturer serves land, household, community, place. The exploiter thinks in terms of numbers, quantities, “hard facts”; the nurturer thinks in terms of character, condition, quality, kind.”

My freelance interest is to build social capital by supporting small community-based enterprises and non-profit organizations. Of course, I recognize that even my best efforts fall somewhere between the idyllic role of nurturer and the exploiter, as categorized by Berry.

The Chip Wagon Capitol of Canada: Ottawa

Scott and Jen send Bon Echo

Chips, crisps, french fries, freedom fries, pomme frites, spuds, patat,…you say potatoe, I say potato. Whatever you call them, fried potatoes are served fresh on almost every Ottawa block.

Is it just coincidence that Canada’s western coast claims Canada’s “Outdoor Recreational Capital” while its midwestern capitol claims the prize for the most chip trucks per capita?

What does all this have to do with marketing? Well, I think it may be a defensive marketing strategy developed by Ottawa citizens to block fast food companies, like McDonald’s, from staking a claim in the capitol city. I mean who needs McD’s when you can buy fresh-cut fries on every city block. Either that, or French-Canadians, embroiled over U.S. congressional representatives trying to rename the food “Freedom Fries,” are bitterly trying to reclaim “French Fries” as a national tradition.

Check out my and Jen’s recent Ottawa vacation photos.