Showing posts with label Storypeople. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Storypeople. Show all posts

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Storypeople

Haven't browsed Storypeople in a long time...today I stumbled upon a very appropriate one for Vince and tonight I'm poking around looking for one for my sister.  I'm still searching.  I did stumble on this one although I don't know it's name.

I can put down roots pretty quickly in the face of radical change, she said.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

You Know Too Much

For some reason the other night, I recalled a dinner shared with old co-workers about two years ago. We were sitting around a table in a small intimate Moroccan restaurant on the Upper West Side of NYC before seeing a show at the Lincoln Center. I don't know now what we were all talking about and what it was exactly I said, but he turned to me and said very matter of factly, "You know, you can be so tough at times and at other times, so completely vulnerable." I just sat there. Stunned. To this day, I don't know what irks me more - that this person actually figured me out and whatever mystery or allure I had was gone or that this person had the balls to say it to me. Which is totally something I would do!

I still remember it. I was speechless. I don't know what I did. I bet my face turned a million shades of red. Today's Storyperson hit the nail on the head:

Know Too Much
I have to hate you, she said. You know too much about me to be trusted.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Storypeople

I am a fan of Brian Andreas' Storypeople. These are cute illustrations with little stories. The stories are all positive messages. You can visit storypeople.com and subscribe to the Story of the Day email. Some of these I know from my job and others I do not. Today's I liked:

Crossing the Line
I have too much to lose, she said, if I cross that line. Like what? I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she'd get back to me. Since then I've been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line & I haven't come up with anything either. There's always another line somewhere.

Heaven knows how many lines I've crossed. If I'm not blatently crossing them, I'm walking them, blurring them, moving them. Pissing people off. Especially the higher ups. But like the Storyperson said - there's always another line somewhere.