Challenge that...

Everyday a different challenge. Eat a spoon full of cinnamon or join the 30 days green smoothie challenge and now the ten years one. What is up with us people? Are we so bored or our we so overly creative? I think it's a mix of both. First of all there are a few that definitely came from a red-eyed, extremely happy bored mind. Take the Snoot challenge for instance, the one where people get their dogs to shove their snouts into the owners hands. Or, the falling stars challenge in which people were posting photos of themselves lying down on their faces as if they've fallen down or passed out.
Come on you've got to be really bored for that, no? But on the other hand, take for example the Invisible box challenge, true it even ended in tears sometimes but still it was a cool idea to begin with. But a truly creative one, well, Can't think of one. I hope you got some for me but if you don't, here is a new one:

Get a commercial of a sort (or a print ad) and create an answer for a competitor. Now the challenge is not only to create the best answer, but ratter not to get sued.

“It must be the car. Chick’s always dig the car” - Batman (Val Kilmer)

don_quixote.com

Yesterday I finally got it. I finally understood what Miguel de Cervantes was talking about in Don Quixote. As I was talking to my media provider (online TV& Internet) I realized that no matter what I say or do I am actually fighting windmills. The level of service we're used to receiving in this country is so bad that instead of being surprised by a bad one, we are amazed by a good one.

We all know, mistakes happen and problems do occur, but the way one handles them, is how you measure good service in my book. The worst thing is getting bad service with a smile. I know it's not for the lack of will to help it's more the inherent misunderstanding of what service actually means, and it is even more frustrating.

So, after a few calls back and forth (with one over an hour and 45m) I have realized that there is nothing I can do to change the situation. I can disconnect from them, but they wouldn't care, I can stay, but then I admit defeat, so I basically lose on both ends. And that is a horrible feeling, realizing that in that particular situation you are powerless and unimportant. However, I keep hoping things will change here (and maybe they do in some areas, at least in my hometown Tel-Aviv and we will be able to receive the kind of service that will take the wind out of our windmill :-)

Great minds...

Not my work

(to be honest, no one copied no one.

Just great minds...)

My work

Left, right, left, right

Iv'e decided my country is a land filled with masochists that are surrounded by sadists. I can't explain it in any other way. And really how can you? Can anyone explain why we are going through life the way we do? Why are we going backwards when most of the western world is progressing? It's true we are better and way more advanced than most countries in quite a lot... Hi-Tech, Agriculture, Medicine and lots more, but yet in everything regarding ourselves we are falling behind.
Looking at my city Tel-Aviv, one would think I'm full of shit, and I'm actually leaving in one of the most progressive cities in the world, and it's true. But... driving an hour out and the picture changes completely. Gay rights go down the drain, and so do Arab or any other minorities, the political agenda takes a sharp turn to the right and religion get more intense. Add to that, the fact we are surrounded by countries that (well, not all) wants us gone, and you have a great S&M recipe for a healthy life style.
So, what do we do? Do we relocate to another country? Do we stay and bang our heads at the wall while trying to make a change? And what about our kids, do they deserve to continue this cycle?
A lot of questions and not too many answers, I know. But one conclusion for me at least is that the next time anyone tells me I live in a bubble I'll just replay: "Thank god" (Just an expression of course, no religion connection what so ever).

Great minds...

It wasn't me...

So I have a new job. I know, just the word Job makes me shiver. But you know, one must have money to do stuff... Anyways, as a part of my managerial duties I have to deal with quite a bit of forms and excels. To be honest, I hate this part of my job. I am a creative director, that is what I do and that is who I am, so dealing with all that crap is killing me.

But for the first time since school, I realizing that there probably was a reason to why I was such a bad student and why It was easier for me to surf rather than stay in school.

I don't really know if I have ADHD or ADD or whatever letters (or not) can describe my predicament but I am sure now, more than I ever was, that it wasn't me. I mean, It was and still is me, It's just not my fault. Learning (class rooms) and dealing with forms is just not for me and taking pills (to make it me) is defiantly not for me, so I have decided to do my best, that's all, nothing more and nothing less.

And if I go crazy in the process, well, it won't make a huge difference :-)