Blue Lollipop Road

park city or bust

Just kidding. I am heading to a different frigid part of the country.

Sundance Film Festival starts this Thursday and I will be there in spirit while in another snowy location. I was lucky enough to be see a slew of incredible flicks in 2002 when I was there. I worked at the Olympics in Salt Lake City so the arrival in Utah for both those events coincided perfectly. We watched movie shorts and documentaries, foreign films and silent films. We saw these in various places from retail spaces, to independent theaters and even got to meet the makers and ask them questions. It was an extraordinary event to be a part of.

This year I have caught wind of a couple films that I can’t wait to see, as soon as I have access. One is Pariah that I wrote about a short time ago here. The other is called Race To Nowhere. This movie looks at Americas achievement culture. You know, those overworked kids who don’t even know what grass-stained play clothes or a kickball game means. I’m looking forward to following Sundance this year and hearing reactions on these two films and others. It amazes me how many talented and dedicated people are out there. Especially the ones who somehow create pieces of art with little or no budget, and manage to keep massive amounts of heart and faith until they finish.

Cheers to the artists of the world and Congratulations to all the Sundance Films!

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want a job? start a blog!

This is the same as me suggesting you journal every night before bed. Why don’t people seem to do that anymore? Remember when we all used to have diaries and journals and took them everywhere we went so we could babble about things going on in our lives every night?

When I first started traveling years ago, I remember people excitedly asking me if I wrote or kept a journal which I told them yes of course. The replies would always be the positive “Good for you’s” and “You’ll be thankful someday that you have a log of what you have done.” I couldn’t agree more. Flash forward a bunch of years and for some reason when people catch wind that you have a blog, the eyes roll and they often mumble “Oh jesus, everyone has a blog these days.” (At least this seems to be the response I often get.) Perhaps those people don’t understand that blog is short for web-log, and that the only difference between a paper-log and a web-log is a pencil and the option to either keep it to yourself of share with the world. I choose to share my journal with the world.

I know a bunch of folks who have blogs that no one knows about. I never started writing Blue Lollipop Road because I wanted to be rich and famous or have gazillions of people reading. I started writing this because I was busting at the seams to share information and stories about my adventures. After that 90th delicious sandwich somewhere in state X, or amazing photo I captured somewhere, I wanted a place to share my life. I had also started becoming the human Google for friends and family: “Where should we got eat here, and what’s cool to check out there?” would be the subject of many of my conversations. Nothing made me happier than passing on inside scoop about neat stuff to eat, check out. I always kept a hand-written journal, on personal thoughts, feelings and travel information, but I moved around a bunch and started collecting piles of those paper journals that would just sit in boxes. I thought a bunch of dusty books needed to become something more, so one day in 2008 I was driving along the beach in NC and Blue Lollipop Road popped in my head out of nowhere. I would start a blog. The rest is history. Today is post #840 and my little BLR has taken on a life of it’s own that I never expected.

I am sharing all this because during my several months of sending resumes, attempting to connect with companies I think are great, discussions with unemployed friends or those who are looking for a career change, and more, the subject of this blog has come up consistently. In brainstorming back and forth ideas: How do we perfect a resume? What sets us apart from the rest of the stack of eggshell white slips of paper on someone’s desk that are supposedly going to give our next potential employer insight to what we have worked our butts off doing over the past 20 years? Funny enough, nearly every single program or company I have contacted about potential work/collaboration, has written back and commented on this blog and not even mentioned my resume. 37 Signals wrote about conventional resumes being “dead’ in their book REWORK. They are right. If you want to get in front of someone and shine, you need to show the brand of YOU far beyond just a resume.

That leads me to my suggesting that if you don’t have a blog, start one. Whether anyone will ever see it or not, it can become an optional feather in your cap or your one up on the competition.

Buy a domain name at Go Daddy (I can send a promo code that will get you a discount if you email me: diane(AT)bluelollipoproad(DOT)com. Choose something you thing fits you, your first and last name, a name of a hobby you like, a business name you’ve always daydreamed of, etc.) Choose a blog template that’s free through Blogger, WordPress, or Tumblr, and start posting. Call Go Daddy if you have ANY questions about your domain name, how to use it, or how to set up your free email address you get with domain purchase. (It’s all less than $10- anyone can afford that.) When you dial the Go Daddy number, an actual person answers and they are amazing. They will walk you through anything you need. You are interesting and have plenty to post about. No you do not need to know anything about coding or some complicated web-building tool, it’s all dummy-proof, and I am an example of that. I know zero about building a custom site. You poke around a figure it out. You don’t have to babble on and on for hundreds of posts or become a professional writer. Just post a couple lines on your thoughts, maybe a link to a website you like, a book you read, some article you thought was funny. Put up a photo of your dog, your favorite shoes, the bottle of beer you drank last night, or that time you hiked Mount Everest. Simple as that. Do that every day. Then, either add your new blog (domain name www.blahblah.com) to the “Activities and Interests” portion of your resume or include it in your email/cover letter to whatever company you are applying to work with.

Doing something like blogging consistently, in the pile of your other massive talents, showcases the brand of YOU. What you do, read, think about, and who you are (whether it’s winning a knitting championship, playing with bugs, or being an ultra-marathoner) will make you shine a little brighter in that stack of horribly boring and antiquated resumes. Remember to always write and publish things that are AUTHENTICALLY YOU. How you would speak conversationally. Be relatable. No bull that you think will make you cool, fancy or score some perfect job. That’s not the point, you are simply making a practice of doing something consistently that keeps your mind engaged and holds you accountable to your own personal goals. Companies love that. People appreciate authenticity, and will see through a fake. They will always side to buy into someone they’re comfortable they’re getting the real deal with. Share things. Show the world who you are and why they should trust and buy into you.

If you need help, have questions, or would like to brainstorm, comment here or shoot me an email. We can have a phone chat. I’d love to help anytime.

Now go get your blog on!

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get your bubbly ready

It’s Golden Globes night baby! Boy do I love awards show season. Fashion, fashion, fashion. I reserve the TV those few times a year, for way too many hours to watch pre-show, actual show and post-show. I just can’t get enough of the interviews, the dresses, the speeches and of course tomorrow when Joan Rivers Fashion Police rips those few poor souls apart for their supposed bad attire choices. I’m sorry, I think it’s wildly entertaining.

Full-on guilty pleasure television and girly time? Yes, and it’s heaven 🙂

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my corn is famous!

Ok, so that sounds kind of gross. Maybe I should say my lunch is famous.

Cafe' Habana, NYC

I was contacted by NY Schmap a while ago about this photo I took at at Cafe’ Habana in Soho. I wrote about my incredible lunch there back in July here. Of course you can use my photo I told them. Look what I just got notification of. Yep- that’s my photo!

Don’t miss out on Cafe’ Habana next time you’re in NYC. You will be one happy camper if you eat there. Especially if you have this to die for corn appetizer. I love yummy food and I really love that my yummy food photos can be seen by others. Thanks Schmap!

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let’s get global

I should’ve gotten a tattoo of a laptop- then maybe Mac would sponsor me. I have spent more hours on my laptop in the past few weeks than it took me to drive to Alaska. This machine is like an arm these days! It’s all necessary to connect with people I’m interested in working with, for research, etc. My fingers are calloused and my butt is numb, but I’m so happy to have found programs and companies like these:

*Let’s Get Global: Hello! Bring the Gap Year to America?! This is like my DREAM, my pie in the sky. My “If I had a million dollars” and what I believe changes lives for the better and teaches perspective more than anything. The good thing is I can work with them. Loving that.

*Gogobot: It’s like Lonely Planet, Yelp, Facebook, Twitter and more, but even better and all in one for travel. No more boring text perusing and being frustrated by endless Google search (think those Bing commercials) for finding secret spots and amazing places to travel, this site is GREAT. Check it out and join!

*Roadmonkey: Philanthropic Adventure Trips? Sign me up! I am so excited to find more and more people doing this stuff, I want to jump out of my skin. Who needs Sandals Resorts when you can do this stuff? (Yeah, yeah, some people like Sandals. That’s Ok, to each his own.) Me? I’m a Roadmonkey.

Before we know it, we’ll have all the kids in America exposed to bunches of different places, people and cultures by the time they’re 18.

Wouldn’t that be swell?

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passaporto

(…Daydreaming of fresh bread and cheese with some first press olive oil and good Italian wine…)

Online banking has just informed me that the $110 check for my passport renewal has cleared. This means the little blue book I love so much will be coming back in the mail soon. I sure like things that color.

Once again this is your friendly public service announcement to make sure your passport is active and updated. What if Regis and Kelly called your granny while in her robe last week and gifted her a trip to Barbados because she knew what color Neil Patrick Harris’ bathroom walls are, where he spends Christmas or something? Now she wants to give the trip to you for your birthday. It could happen! Be prepared.

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“it’ll be ok. we can go get a milkshake after!”

So now for the reveal of a big surprise and our BLR Saturday Team Building excursion:

A tattoo.

Long about the end of July when I left Madison Wisconsin and started blazing a fast trail through Canada, somewhere in the silence of my many hours alone driving, popped in my head from out of nowhere: I’m going to get a tattoo, yep, a blue lollipop and it’s going to be on my left arm on the inside of my wrist. I’ll do it when I finish this trip. Perfect.

And I never questioned my thought on the subject again. I also didn’t tell anyone for a couple months. Going into it, only 4 people total knew- including Intern Sarah who actually accompanied me to get branded for life and document it all. 5 months of me keeping a secret when I am excited about something is near monumental. Me getting a tattoo is really monumental. My response to the “Do you have any tattoos” in the past has been. “No way! They day I find something I want to have on my body for the rest of my life is the day I will get a tattoo. I doubt that’s ever going to happen.

Funny how things change eh?

So, after months of waiting, drawings made by a very special and significant person to the Blue Lollipop Road, 2 previous visits to scope the tattoo spot and chat with the artist, feeling like a preppy adolescent geek among older cool talented kids, lots of nausea when thinking about it, and a sleepless Friday night last week being totally freaked out and nervous about the whole thing- Sarah and I had our little field trip on Saturday. Us driving to my appointment feeling scared shitless:

Here’s my pure virgin wrist “before”:

Before wrist tattoo

Here’s me off in la la land because, um- yeah, it kinda hurts:

Diane deer in headlights

Here’s Sarah having fun filming me again and teasing me laughing: “Yeah- that’s blood Diane.” (Did I mention my head was in the clouds? It was all a bit surreal. I clearly wasn’t thinking straight, but yes- I was 110% sober!)

This is the final product. Whoa:

Blue Lollipop Tattoo!

Naturally we had to get a milkshake after. Sarah had told me a few weeks ago when I was having a chicken moment: “It’ll be Ok, we can go get a milkshake after!” Who am I to argue that?

Tattoo reward: Milk shake

Chocolate milkshakes make me very, very happy. Of course Sarah had to get a treat too, but was grabbing the camera when I turned it back around on her:

Sarah playing with the camera

As I stare at my wrist now, with my cool looking wound healing, I still can’t wrap my brain around it. I have had some freak-out moments, thoughts that it would come off in the water and feelings that an alien is tied to my body. Weird and odd are the two words that come to mind from these past 4 days. Not bad, just WHOA: like as in- forever? This was as far planned as it could’ve ever been, and I wanted it. You just never know how you’ll feel until it’s actually yours. I am risking moms out there rolling their eyes here, but the only thing I can think to compare the simultaneous feelings of permanence, pride, joy and fear when you finally “see” something that is so close to you, is what I would imagine having a baby would be like. A complete flood of emotions, then when the moment calms you say to yourself: “Ok, so now what the heck am I supposed to do with this thing?” When the roller coaster stops, you ease into normalcy and routine and it suddenly fits perfectly leaving you wondering what your life ever was without it before.

I didn’t need to get this tattoo to remind myself why I do what I do, or to remember anyone. Those things will always stick with me and be in my soul. I wanted to get this tattoo, because this particular blue lollipop has become part of my being, and now I’ll always be able to take one with me wherever I go. My weird/odd initial feelings have fast turned into giddy excitement- to a certain extent that is: I’m not planning my “next” one that’s for sure. Those already regular comments: “This is your first! Just wait, you will get addicted and want more!” – you must be kidding me. I’m laughing…

…or I could just punch myself in the face 100 times and call it a day right? That might hurt less. I think my one single tattoo and I are going to skip happily off into the sunset alone thankyouverymuch 🙂

WAHOO! I GOT MY BLUE LOLLIPOP TATTOO!!!

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