The Secret to Marathon Training
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I am sick of looking at me.
I just scrolled through 600+ photos of me to select a few for my new Press Kit page. It was my first photo shoot since my high school senior pictures. Maybe I’ll print out these photos and on the back I’ll write you a personal note about how much fun we’ve had these last four years and how I know we’ll keep in touch because we are totally BFFs. Or maybe I’ll just select the goofiest photos and post them below.
Brian MacDonald of MacDonald Photography shot the 600 photos plus my new book trailer. I wonder if his finger hurt as much from snapping shots as my face hurt from smiling. We did have some fun doing it, as evidenced below, but in general I’m spent after 10 shots. After 10 shots when I try to look serious, I look like I have chromosomal-level problem; when I try to look happy, I look insane; when I try to look fierce…ah, hell, I never try to look fierce.
On occasion, I would have flashbacks of watching America’s Next Top Model with Annie and try smiling with my eyes instead of my mouth.
By the end of the shoot I was losing my mind, grasping for anything that would paint my face with a look other than “If I have to smile one more time I’ll pass out.” If Brian would have pulled out a squeaker, I would’ve slobbered all over myself with excitement. If you would have told me the world’s worst joke, I would’ve struck a pose. Instead, Dan (at left) from Rule29, the creative director of the shoot (think Tyra’s Miss Jay), cranked the music and made me dance.
But what good is humiliation if you can’t share it?
Got any strategies of how to be the subject of a succesfful shoot. Do you think of puppies? Do you smile with your eyes? Do you see with your mouth?
I’ve heard about authors saying that releasing your book to the world is like becoming a new parent – all that excitement and anxiety.
Since my book and my first child were separated by little more than one month, I believe I have a unique perspective on this and I’m prepared to make the definitive statement on the matter:
Releasing a book is nothing like having your first child. I suspect, if I would have been the one doing the pushing, sweating, and contracting for 23 hours, I would be even more adamant about this, if not offended by the comparison.
Sure, I’m concerned about how my book is perceived by the world-at-large, but what little (I’m lucky) criticism the book has received has only made my skin thicker. My book doesn’t care whether it’s loved or not, it won’t get sick, it doesn’t need its diaper changed, it won’t poop on me, I don’t have to hold its hand while it gets shots, and then feel my heart ache as it cries. My book can take whatever life throws at it because I can take it.
Books don’t feel or love, authors do.
As an author you are putting yourself out there. You dedicate years of work into producing your book. If you didn’t temper your expectations, you might have put all your hopes in dreams into your book. Then you might find yourself foolishly saying, “Releasing a book to the world is like becoming a father/mother.” If so, first, get a life, and then get some perspective.
Our little baby Harper has laid my heart wide open. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, content, lucky, emotional, worried, and happy than I do now that she’s here. I guarantee you that Mark Twain who had four children and Charles Dickens who had ten, loved their kids more than any of their masterworks. I recently read Twain’s biography. He lost three children and I know he would have traded “Huckleberry Finn” or “Tom Sawyer” for just one more day with any of them.
Babies are easier to make than books, but once they arrive they demand much more attention and offer way more reward.
I’m proud of Where Am I Wearing? and I’m excited that quite a few teachers and professors will be introducing the book in their classes this Fall. I hope it will change some folk’s view of the world, but I’m realistic about what it can accomplish.
I’m saving all of my unrealistic expectations for Harper.
With talent like you’ll see in this video, how could a father not have great expectations?
Related: Read Adventure Dad on WorldHum
The other day I got an amazing email from Sina Li, a Clothing Design student at University of Minnesota who was born in Cambodia. She read WAIW? and enjoyed it, which thrilled me. Her sister works at a garment factory and Sina almost did before coming to the United States.
I asked her to tell her story and she did so in the comments of this post, but I thought I would share them here, too. Thanks for Sharing Sina!
My journey from Cambodia as a sweatshop worker
This is for Kelsey asking me to write on his blog. Well it started when I was about 13 years old when my life was so close to no choice but to work at a sweatshop factory in Cambodia Phnom Penh. Every body is doing it in my village and I don’t see why not. I remember I asked someone who knew my sister helping me filling an application lying about my age entry to a factory a block away near my sister’s rent apartment.
Life is super/extremely hard in Cambodia I dare you to believe me. I don’t remember the exact date but it was the morning sun I ever see in many years. I thought to myself oh man this is it? Now it the chance to have my own money that I wanted those jean and purse I saw at the market. I thought having this factory in Cambodia was like a gold rush here in America. Everybody was rush to the city sending their 13 years old child to work so that they can support the family.
I don’t want to make this long because I might sad myself till my eyes swallow with tear so I am just going to finish this now. You know I was so lucky that I got to come to America right before I take my first step to that factory. But if I know better, I would of love it. Because I would have money to carry that belong to me and I can help my family too. Kelsey stated that the workers (Nari and her friends and this include my sister too) were happy because they can help their family. Sweatshop is sound so bad in America at least my friends said so. But in Cambodia, sweatshop is the only key to unlock those treasure to me, my sister and tons of other workers would soooooooo agree with me.
Well open your eyes and ask your-self, living here in America you think it tough? Ask again! Think about those who worse then you living in the third world country such as Honduras, Bangladesh, Cambodia and China! Thanks Kelsey for allowing me to tell my story and thanks tons your for open our eyes on how we as American consumer see the world.
I used to travel light…besides my cultural baggage. I’d throw a pair of underwear in my backpack and hit the road. I didn’t write the book on Travelin’ Light, but I did used to write the column on it.
But now that we have a baby in tow/in car seat/in jogging stroller/in arms, the packing list has expanded exponentially. Could someone tell me why a 17-pound baby requires 500-pounds of gear?
Annie, Harper, and I are in Michigan on vacation. It’s supposed to be a beach vacation, but sweatshirt weather has dictated otherwise. It took half the morning to pack all of our stuff into the four-door car, Pontiac (don’t get me started) G6 that we bought when Harper was on her way. We bought the car knowing that we would need more room than our two-door vehicles could provide. We have a little extra room, but need a U-haul trailer’s more of extra room.
We haven’t done much. We haven’t made it to the beach, a park, or seen many sites yet. But we did spend all day together. Harper is exploring a new laugh that sounds like she is trying to hock up something. It cracks up Annie and I, which cracks up Harper even more…well…you see where this is going.
As I type this, I’m watching Annie and Harper sleep on the couch. That’s better for the soul than most beaches, especially ones in Michigan when the highs are a chilly 65.
This is what it looks like when I used to travel (Actually I’m hiking on New Zealand’s Stewart Island with a week of supplies and rations):
This is what it looks like now (on the way to Michigan for a weekend):
I’m leaving soon to pickup my brother, Kyle, and his wife, Jenn, from the airport. In honor of their visit, here’s a picture of Kyle.
Lookout villains of Muncie! Batman is coming to town! (Note to villains of Gotham: run amok with reckless abandon. Live it up!)
Real life pros did this one. Whatchya think?
iPod giveaway update
Don’t forget the second step of the contest where you have to email some friends about the contest and cc me. You’re not eligible to win the iPod unless you do both steps. I’m getting a big kick out of the submissions so far. Here’s one from Matt Barhorst that about made me pee my pants laughing:
By the way, where did you get that shirt? That is the ugliest shirt I’ve ever seen. You look like you’re wearing a shirt that was destined for either the Beach Boys or Peter Brady.
So, maybe you’re dancing to Kokomo, or When It’s Time To Change (look up Peter’s rendition on Youtube)
And I guess, it’s time to change that shirt.
Here’s the video Matt is referring to:
This video is based on true experiences (even the bra lady!) at book signings and book clubs. If you have a book club, I would love to come visit it, especially if you’ll be discussing any or all of the following: strawberry pie, cheesecake, margaritas, beer, and (oh, yeah) my book. I would prefer to come in person, but if the distance is too great, maybe I can be there virtually (Skype, chat, phone). Email me: kelsey@travelin-light.com
(a big thanks to the book club cheerleader for this video’s inspiration)