since August 10, 2006. now on http://swagc.tumblr.com/

that's when this thing started. and, since August 10, 2006 this blog of crapassery has waxed and waned. its been a damn good thing for my psyche. I have loved sharing with ya. 

both of ya.

and I have been on a quest to find meself, and our tribe.

still on that quest.

but.

the tools of that quest have changed.

blogging, once a dark art, is so mainstream, I need a new channel. an easier way to go live. I don't know, or even care to know, how to update to this platform from my increasingly complex arsenal of tools. the droidx is fly, and the new iPad is even more fly. but the end of this blog has to be blamed on the domino projects #trust30 thingy.

 

a 30 day writing exercise. having hyperlink issues today.~~~ shaky fist!~~~~

http://ralphwaldoemerson.me/?utm_source=Ralph+Waldo+Emerson+Pledge&utm_campaign=0ea9bb38ad-RSS_EMAIL_CAMPAIGN&utm_medium=email

aka



http://bit.ly/m0fztQ


daily, I get a have been getting a emailed prompt. I read it, then goto the twitters hashtag #trust30 to see the chatter.

some are disappointed.

ok, many are disappointed.

me.too.

but, its free, so theres that.

the prompt is for an increasingly derivative short writing project. and although the project itself has been getting kinda repetitive, nay. very repetitive.

but, as I am so easily amused, I have enjoyed it. responding daily through the twitters. but seeing more and better responses through the tumblr channel.

so, I dipped my toe into the tumblr.

and I liked it. alot.

see here.

http://swagc.tumblr.com/

 again, I couldnt hyperlink myself out of a paperbag today.

~~~ shaky fist!~~~~

 

so, since August 10, 2006, I been here. and will be for the rest of its paid time. and hopefully I can figure out how to export all 300 of these lousy posts there.

yep, I expect I will miss the metrics. some. but the ease of use trumps. the ability to communicate with the tribe in an authentic, intimate, and unexpected way is what I stand for. so see ya there. soon, I hope.

and if you are reading this, know that you could be writing your OWN blog. its as easy as kiss my hand. easy on the tumblr as a tweet.

go.

do the work.

we can do this.

together.

Posted on Sunday, June 19, 2011 at 13:05 by Registered CommenterKamran Popkin in , | CommentsPost a Comment

#polooza

so, this week we had #churchcamp,

been working through #trust30,

about to have #sexytaco,

and my hp mini died, forcing me to man up and buy an #iPad. 2.0.

 

weird week, right?

if you dont understand 3 outta 4 of those refs, I gotta wonder about us. and, moreso, me.

 

would my great great great grandfather understand me?

 

dunno.

hells bells, even the duchess says she doesn't always understand me. praps this coming week I will work on that.

 

praps.

 

the understand first, than work to be understood thing.

 

ftr-kinda off to a bad start already, as I sent out a handfulla sufficiently sketch bits of correspondence sat noon that are meant to confuse and confound. including one piece of tomfoolery I am particularly proud of- a blank invoice.

 

'pay me what you think that was worth' I said.

 

call it one hour, or 44 yrs experience. whatev. it was #74's idea- he's a master of that kinda convo- he started with a sandler q- 'how much do you typically invest in a project like this?' but we are in blue water..... again

 

#1 and I have a bet going, and under an amount certain will be kinda awkward. over and amount certain is gonna be a celebration.

 

either way, I gots peace knowing that i was neither greedy nor leaving money on the table.

 

just wanted to be fair, woulda done the thingy for free if asked anyway.

 

its something I'm that into.

 

betchya me great great great grandfather understands THAT-

doing the thingy for free, and if the quan comes in over the transom, so be it.

 

act of both love and faith. so, this week, Imabe working on less confuse and confound, more on the understand and acts of faith.

 

ok, a proper length of confuse and confound. but a heavy dose of acts of love and faith.

Posted on Sunday, June 12, 2011 at 14:58 by Registered CommenterKamran Popkin in , | CommentsPost a Comment

2112. but, in 2011.

um. hi?

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnxkfLe4G74&feature=related

 

 

Imabe missing the best concert of the year this week, as a black sheep presbyterian adult takes 150 baptist kids to a jewish camp. hahahahaha. no time to give you a proper length of a post, but here is a sly little thingy.


a slice of Rush.


Rush was an important band of my teen age suburban angst.

 

still is.

qod-'all this machinery, making modern music, can still be open hearted.'

go do that thing you do, and embrace the music that drives your revolution.

ps- theres been rumours of something....unusual... headed here soon. one and done kinda thingy.

dunno exactly what its gonna look like, but I wanted to warn you. something's afoot. something sufficiently sketch.

Posted on Saturday, June 4, 2011 at 09:57 by Registered CommenterKamran Popkin in , | CommentsPost a Comment

#instigator profile #74

jct popkin.

jacob- after the biblical jacob, as I want him to struggle with his faith as much as I have. I don’t want him falling into my nuttiness as a default- ‘stay up all night and scrap with God, then you MIGHT get a better understanding of it.’ is what I tell him.
alot.
campbell- after his grand uncle, who was lost at sea serving on the uss Indianapolis in wwii. heard of it? I kinda doubt it, it was shrowded in controversy.
pacific area, prolly sharks, subs, or drowned.
nothing as lonely as a death at sea-watching your ship and shipmates go down in flames.
in.flames.

I can not imagine what that last hour of his life was like, but he died doing that thing I support- praps too vigorously- keeping the sea lanes open and safe;
even in the face of people who don’t want that.

freedom of the seas is one of man’s greatest accomplishments.

civilized man, anyway.

left to the unrestrained devices of the uncivilized, our beaches would be overrun with rogue pirates.
really.
see indonesia.  
most of the worlds population is within 75 miles of a waterfront. want the whole world to suffer? let piracy reign.
I hope our jake will help us in our battle.
somehow.

todd- from a charismatic, yet also ‘feet of clay’ preacher we had. again, the struggle of my faith, of wanting a man to lead me, needing some sorta savior. some sorta salvation. ya cant find it in a man. leadership? yes. servant? yes. savior? no. thats too big a job for any mortal.
our Todd had allowed his church to NEARLY become a cult of personality.not maliciously, I don’t think, just kinda frog in a pot, eventually, he outgrew himself.or us. anyway, I was inspired by him, enough to name a son after him, as his struggle is our,my, struggle- keeping grounded, even when riding a super high or suffering through a devastatingly low.

popkin- cause that was my old man, and his, and his, once he got offa that boat from Russia and made it through Ellis Island.
NYC.
1911 ish. it’s our Americanized version of a name and it’s good enough for me.
I don’t care about the Russian version so much. Popov-ish, I expect. that’s not us, that was there, then. we are here,in the room.
on the floor.
yep, often we are on the floor.


isyn-on the floor.
pants on the ground? no. just popkin. on the floor.
that was the inciting incident of jctp- he put me on the floor.
really.
true story--we were  headed to date night, just me and duchess, no.kids!
I know, right?! doesnt happen enough!
they were being picked up by me mum for an overnight. and as I was trying to shuttle them out the door, I got a little frustrated. just could not get all thee of them out the door quickly enough.

can ya hear me?!
'go on, git!'
you know the drill, holding door open as two leave but one returns. over and over. finally, after about a dozen cycles of in-out-in-out I said....
'JAKE, get in the DAMN CAR!'

he deadpans, looks right at me and says.....
quietly
'dont say damn,ok?'

in such a funny flat serious delivery I fell over laughing.
like, laughed so hard I passed out on the ground.
#fact.
on the floor. passed out laughing.
only to wake up to a buncha faces surrounding me, looking down at me. wondering if I was ok.
yep.
all good. I had laughed so hard, for so long, apparently I had just run out of oxygen. and I was out for several minutes, so say the spectators. I don’t remember THAT part, but I do remember the laughing party, and the being told......
‘don’t say damn.ok?’
he was six,btw.
it was a week before my fortieth birthday- the surprise partay duchess threw where everyone came dressed as me.
good times!
since that laughing fit, jctp has cracked me up an infinity of other times, more than anyone else on the planet. dunno why he can slay me so, but he does, there it is. recently, he has been working on his natural negotiating skills.
honing them to a razor’s edge.
this football season, I asked if I could embroider our bomb logo on his PRACTICE jersey. a black bomb, on a dark blue practice jersey. not the usual hot pink or lime green. BLACK. on a dark blue background. not a GAME jersey. practice.I get nothing from it, and he is undamaged by this sponsorship. imho. first day he wears it, we are picking up a few pizzas for dinner, and he asks about the sponsorship deal.
I slip him a fresh twenty, per our gentlemen's agreement..
‘so we are gonna do this every week, right? pizza and a twenty?’
priceless.
he’s #74, as he wore the jersey of #74, and he is a super smart, hard working, diligent, fun loving kid.

just.a.kid.
in a few days we head out for a week of camp, in the mtns on north carolina. at a place founded by our distant uncles, three Popkin brothers, who came back from the war, horrified at man's inhumanity. a place for children to play, not be warehoused, gassed, and cremated. a place for a kid to be a kid.
just.a.kid.
I never went to 'camp' as a kid, but we sure as all hells did some camping. so I never understood the whole 'camp dynamic'.
my loss.
I went for the first time last year- totally loved it; and I look forward to this year even more. a week with my two boys. #004 & #74, doing the church camp, not our church, not our camp. but together. thats enough for us.
and I helped name him.
not sure that I have had any other good influence on him, but I did help with the name.
its not much, but it’s enough.
for now.
he’s great, I hope ya get to know him before he gets too cool for the rest of us.

 

Posted on Wednesday, June 1, 2011 at 15:12 by Registered CommenterKamran Popkin in , | CommentsPost a Comment

slow cooking

this week, we had an experiment gone right.
slow.
but right.

those of you handfull that know me, or have seen me, can tell that I likes to eat. alot.
pretty much anything, I will eat it. once. and usually come back for seconds.
I saw an eighth grader cross the stage the other day who had asked me (a whopping eight years ago!) if during the course of my day, if I ever have TWO lunches. in his defense, I had positioned myself as a guy who has lunch for a living. and in MY defense.....
I sorta do.
sunrise, first breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, first lunch, second lunch, tea, high tea, dinner, supper, vespers, final snack. hells bells, we are NEVER too far from an excuse to break bread.
or grill.
ideally slow cooked, sometimes overnight- like we did for #bovinova.
we slow cooked some ribs this week. 6 hours on the heat- indirect, and heavy smoke. they melted right off the bones. no rushing a proper length of ribs, it takes some time- more than you would think, and lower heat than expected,too. but I did a huge batch the other day, during the late afternoon. so, while I was out doing that thing I do, the ribs were sloooow cooking, and smoking up the cul-de-sac.
curoisly..ideas, good ones, often need the same treatment. slow and low. not a panic, not a bums rushed jump to conclusion. a proper length of time. during lunch this week (with #42, barleys, slice of double olive, spinach salad, ipa on tap) he made an illuminating observation. after what I would consider a pretty good breakthrough on a creative project we were discussing, he said, “I don’t think we could have gotten to this digitally. we needed to be irl.’
yep. he gets it.
it was a primitive back of the napkin’ kinda sketch. that was not a new realization on either of our parts, but it was good to get proof of concept, again.
when the two of us get together, we find things that we missed solo. yes, it was an indecently long lunch. it was also an indecently good idea we stumbled upon, and it just melted off the bones. the bones of a concept. he had the bare bones in the can, but it was the slow,low lunch, and praps a ipa or two. I bet you have things missing, overlooked, under examined. that a bit of irl slow cooked and consumed bread breaking may improve. I’m not suggesting I am the missing thing, but surely one of YOUR mates is. reach out, ask em, and go make great stuff.
cooked slowly, enjoyed slower.
go book it.
stat.

 

Posted on Friday, May 27, 2011 at 18:37 by Registered CommenterKamran Popkin in , | CommentsPost a Comment
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