Paid Gig

egg faceI’m still on semi-blogging break, but I wanted to let you in on a few announcements.

First, I got a job writing a weekly column for The Good Men Project! The column is on raising compassionate boys. My first article goes up on Wednesday 7/16 at 9:30 am EST. Come on by and say hello.

Second, I’m curating Stories That Must Not Die for the next two weeks. If you have a story that needs to be told, even if you need to tell it anonymously, please email me at everydaygurus@gmail.com and you can guest-blog at STMND. By the time you read this, I will have a post up there. Come on by and say hello.

Lastly, thank you for coming by here and saying hello during the blog break. May you know peace and joy.

{{{Hugs}}} Kozo

Friends and Enemies: The Malleable Keys to Peace

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My five year old son has tons of friends. Part of the reason why he is so blessed is because he calls anyone he likes, plays with, talks to, or looks at his friend.

“My friend is digging a hole to bury Darth Vader in,” Jett mentions as we leave the park.

“Which friend is that? What is his name?”

“I don’t know his name. He is just my friend.” Looking at me like I don’t know what friend means.

The look might be justified. Maybe as we grow older we forget what a friend is. I can’t tell you how many people have questioned me about my friendships. I am/used to be friends with some pretty famous people. Other “friends” would always say things like, “you’re not really friends with so-and-so. Just because you met someone does not mean that they are your friend.” I would counter, “Well, I’m invited to their wedding next month. What does that make me paparazzi?” Continue reading

Promote Peace

Woot Woot. We have 71 Bloggers for Peace after the first week of January. That is close to 1000 peace posts that will circulate world-wide this year. The number grows everyday, but I would like to make a push to get everyone on board as soon as possible.

1. Tweet for Peace

Above are two tweets that I have sent recently. If you have a twitter account, please hit “retweet” in the lower right corner of the tweet above and it will immediately retweet this message.

Notice that the second message is sent to Freshly Pressed. It includes a link to Grandmalin’s post on peace (If you have not read Grandmalin’s post, stop reading, click on the link, and put a pillow on your desk to protect your jaw when it drops to the floor.). Continue reading

A Means to Survive: A Justification for Blogging

I love my wife to death. She is part of an inner circle club that has only ever had two members: me and her. She loves and accepts me with all my flaws, inadequacies, and mistakes. She is quite literally a part of me.0062

Maybe it is because of the tragic events that occurred earlier this month. Maybe it is because I study Buddhism (Bad Buddhist joke: Why did the Buddhist doctor get fired? Because he put down “birth” every time he had to answer “Cause of Death.”). Maybe it is because I am trying to be more empathetic with those who are grieving, but I have been thinking about what it would be like to lose the most significant bond I have made.

What would I do? Who would I turn to? How would I survive? Continue reading

Wouldn’t it be great if Peace went Viral?

Sent this tweet this morning, but then I went to check out #Peace and found that most tweets about peace looked like this:

https://twitter.com/tomfun9/status/283889042934878208

This reminds me of when Bono, the lead singer of the band U2, introduced U2’s cover of the song “Helter Skelter”: “This is a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles; we’re stealing it back.” I say we steal #Peace back. Continue reading

Interview with a Blogging Guru: Rarasaur

rarasaur-icon“I’d like them to say I was necessary for the moment of time I shared with them.”–Rarasaur

Not since Jurassic Park have there been so many dino sightings thanks to the ubiquitous Rarasaur on the blogosphere. With one of the fastest growing followings since the Beatles, the Freshly Pressed Rarasaur has captured the hearts of bloggers around the world. But what most impresses me about this 27 year old SoCal blogger is NOT her tireless productivity (posts everyday, reads/comments/likes almost everything all her followers post, NaNoWriMo winner, 9 to 5 “real” job) or her International Speed Reading skills (150 pages/hour), but her selfless generosity. Continue reading