Doodling along


Every Monday morning we have a Creative Inspiration session.

We look at art, design, sculpture, architecture, social experiments, basically we indulge ourselves in an hour of cool stuff.

This week we watched a documentary by Ivan Cash. But you know this, because I went on weird snowball analogy afterwards.

I stopped doodling on my notepad.

That is BIG!

Doodle2I never stop doodling.

I was drawing characters from the Lego Movie. It amuses me.

Anyway, I actually stopped doodling and paid attention.

That does not happen often.

Most weeks I think “Well, that sounds cool, but so what?” and go back to drawing little aliens and rocket ships in the margins.

This week I didn’t, because it was really cool.Doddle4

But the coolest thing? I got a message back from Ivan Cash this morning. Himself.

Okay, he said that we did in fact breathe the same air and I suppose technically that’s true, but I meant it as a metaphor… and oh, it doesn’t matter.

And that is why social media and the Internet is so incredible, because no matter that I live continents away and several time zones to the right I can connect with amazing people as if they were right next door.

Doodle3Okay, perhaps the next-door metaphor is a bit weak. After all, how many people even know their next-door neighbours?

I do. His name is Collin and he has a little classic red Alfa he washes every weekend, drives around the block and parks back in the garage again. You get the point.

We are more likely to connect with Ivan in San Francisco then we are with someone right in front of us, in the flesh so to speak.

Maybe, it’s because online we aren’t hung up on physical appearance so we can’t jump to conclusions?

Maybe we’re just terrified of a slap in the face?

Anyway, we shouldn’t be.

Doodle5I’m a chatterer.

I can go to the music store and meet a kid whose Dad has an exotic animal sanctuary then spend two hours with a taxi driver from the township as we discuss the music of Johnny Cash.

We’ll probably never meet again, but just thinking about them makes me smile.

And that’s really the point.

I love the fact that through this blog I’ve connected in some way with hundreds of people from all sorts of cultures and countries. It’s a heady rush.

So, you may be doing a fairly good impression of an island, but dive into the sea and swim to the next island over for a quick Mai Tai.

You might get a different view and actually like it.

Afterwards, you can swim back, lie in your hammock between two palms and contemplate your navel.

That’s good too.

PS: I’m a writer not an artist, so go easy on the art critique!


The Last Photo


Today I was introduced to Ivan Cash.

Not personally.

I didn’t shake his hand or anything.

Hell, we didn’t even breathe the same air.

The intricacies of the meeting are utterly irrelevant. The outcome, not so much.

Ivan is like a guy who sits on top of a snowy mountain making hundreds of tiny snowballs.

Sometimes, he rolls one down and nothing happens, just a little woosh.

Sometimes, he rolls one down and it causes an avalanche that reshapes the landscape.

Then he does a little happy dance.

One of his projects is entitled: The Last Photo.

He stops random people in the street and asks them what theirs was and why they took it – a gravestone, a flower and a boring meeting (to prove to his girlfriend that he wasn’t cheating on her just working late).

They are quick intimate glimpses into the world’s we carry on our phones a technology that simultaneously connects us to the world and disconnects us from it.

We connect with hundreds of ‘friends’ online, but ignore the stranger standing right in front of us. A stranger who could be the love of your life. Or not. He could be picking his nose, in which case, just ew!

HIVE1It got me thinking.

So, I checked the last photo on my phone.

This was taken on my son’s 12th birthday.

I took him and a friend to play Warcraft at HIVE. I laughed at his chosen character name – Diablo.

I took the photo because he lost his password last time and this way I will always have it close at hand.

HIVE is pretty cool gamer paradise.


The HIVE screensaver made me want to climb out of my skin and I had to say something.


No apostrophes. Not one little squiggly little line in the sky.

IM is not the same as I’M.

IM is an acronym for Instant Messaging.

I’M is the contracted form of I AM.

If your font can’t deal with apostrophes then do not contract your words.

No, you’re not a geek.

A geek knows how to use f#@king apostrophes.

Right, deep breaths in and out…

Back to the genius that is Ivan Cash.

He’s thrown a lot of snowballs down from his mountain, why don’t you pick one up and build a snowman?

Check out all his stuff at

So, what’s the last photo on your phone?

Why did you take it?