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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

jumping from the “Burning Platform”

June20

Good morning.

I miss Colorado. but, I don’t know if I miss that place, or its potential, more. that’s also where I became a fireman and EMT. That was when and where some of the most vitally GREAT moments of my life were realized. I probably would still be there, but my life blew up when I lost control of my company and the regulators stepped-in. thank God for all of it, maybe.

while still there, I recall that a very wise and older man once said to me, “this is God’s country (Colorado), but, the Devil is in it”. so, I always take the position that Colorado is “Chinese Interesting”.

I’m on something of a new and scary-interesting path that has a lot to do with a squirrel and the “burning platform” memo.

…a squirrel?

and, then another crazy twist in the road occurred this very morning when once of my coaching clients  failed to appear but I met Doug and Al. for months Al was the guy that just pissed me off because he smoked near my table. today he’s an example of how I want to live much of my life. damn… thirty minutes can shift an entire lifetime. I need to be mindful of that every time I meet or work with everyone. every minute counts when you’re on a “burning platform”.

man, the latter is galvanizing and life-changing.

I have so many questions. and, oddly, I’m realizing more and more each day that the simplest answers are literally all around me, and just, and agonizingly so, within reach. it’s almost like drowning with the promise of the surface achingly close to ones fingertips.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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how does God pull us to Him?

February29
more-and-more I blog less-and-less, but allow my inspiration to surprise me.

thusly, today, I found myself reading a comment from a friend regarding a prior post, does God have a fake ID? read it if you must; both the post and the comments. do it!

either way, I’ll simply share my response thinking it might make for it’s own goodly addition to my posterical (if that’s not a real word, it soon will be) thinking.

to wit…

“Thank you, Barbara. I found myself reminiscing about little Talia only last week. I’ll trust you to give Adam and the girls, collectively, a big hug for me.

Meanwhile, I’ve always had faith in myself and God. I was, from time-to-time, uncertain about specific events like the resurrection.

But, I’ve come to worry about the details less, and the objectives and God’s influence through them more.

I’ll reinvestigate Wagner to refresh myself on the controversial perspective. But, your words remind me that I’m reasonably certain that the roots of faith realized themselves with primordial man’s fear of nature and natural events such as lightning and death.

How many of us, despite our link along evolution, can’t fathom fading to black followed by absolute nothingness? Right there, our minds create a solution that is first founded in hope and then given life through discernment, form, and practice.

God gave us life, he rewards all of our efforts with death, but we hope the next step is another life.

That said, I still want a life well-lived for myself and others. And, any doubts I have mean I’m no hypocrite because my efforts could very well go unrewarded other than in the localized results. Is that the ultimate “testament” of moral courage – perhaps transactional transparency?

I can, at best, hope, I’ll find out. I am genuinely curious. Curiosity is also another hierarchal gift from God and his evolutionary process. That leads us to questions. And, ultimately all questions lead to one form of faith or another.”

[…]

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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does Christ have a fake ID?

December26

I started this post abut a week ago, but kept losing both my enthusiasm and focus.

that was until I ran towards a thought, as opposed to from one.

Emma Jo still exhibits too much wonder and joy this time of year, and I worked hard to savor every moment of that. then I saw an article reminding us, collectively, that there is no validated evidence that Jesus Christ was, in truth, born on December 25th. that started to really bug me. however, Saturday I had a very good run at North Park. I started out a bit sore and thinking I might want to dial it back a bit. but, by the second circuit I was feeling pretty light-footed and decided to put some steam into play. the “zone” realized itself and my mind wandered with my good form. that’s when I was (thunder) struck by the notion that I believed Christ rose from the dead.

just like that.

no justification. no debate. not even a “why not”, to allow for some wiggle-room.

there was this sense that I could not prove it did not happen. and, I’d been playing the Heterodox card so long I had forgotten the circular argument that, ultimately, believing in a thing (any thing) is potentially much like believing in oneself. there are times when we prevail against great odds. and, I’m certain faith has it’s role in that.

so, I’ve elected to keep some of the early thinking alive in this post. however, now you know, as do I.

meanwhile, I fully understand that this post is going to generate a great deal of consternation. I expect the shaking of fists, and possibly teeth gnashing. lofty-minded opinions may be hurled my way.

so… was Jesus really born on December 25th?

does it matter?

original thinking that geared this controversial topic must needs be, and should be attributed to Angie Mosteller, and probably God, for that matter.

but, we must also submit ourselves, collectively to the aforementioned Heterodox.

I’m confident that Jesus walked the earth and died on a cross. I don’t know that He rose from the dead (as we think we understand death) to seal the deal around a covenant between Himself, God and the rest of us. however, I’m genuinely satisfied that this is the case though because there is a clear advantage there for all of us. and, we’ll make that assumption going forward with this post so we don’t get bogged-down with tangental discourse.

you may be pausing, right about now and taking your own wonder at the veritable lack of drama, here. but, in truth, it’s more calm, for me – much like the way after I feel after a good run.

make a note that I also think I know that Jesus was a Rabbi leading up to his death. although I can’t point to the relevant scripture, His being a Rabbi, from the line of David (through Mary, and possibly Joseph as well) is mentioned throughout the New Testament (Books of Matthew and John 1:14, for example) /1.

…there’s some random thinking, for you. I love and value random, heart-felt, unrestricted, irreverent, untamed, Kobayashi Maru-drenched, thought.

by the way…

“Most people who profess a deep love of the Bible have never actually read the book,” Rabbi Rami Shapiro told CNN during a recent interview. “They have memorized parts of texts that they can string together to prove the biblical basis for whatever it is they believe in, but they ignore the vast majority of the text.”

these baring points are relevant, here, because the point of this post is to pin-down points of logic hopefully based in fact but impacted by sequential logistics that include science in the form of astrology, technology (the press), and matters of convenience, ironically originating from the catholic Church.

I grew up delighted with the calendar event of Christmas day and the date of December 25th. now I relish Emma Jo’s own delight. but, there are rumblings a-plenty that date was chosen in an effort to “Christianize” a pagan holiday. Tim Barker recently shared with me an article on just that topic. I contemplated adding my own research and perspective. but, I love interest in that in the face of calm perspective. however, it’s (the, and other, related articles) subsequently been a terrific source of lively debate between myself and a few buddies, and an interesting teaching opportunity for my own kids (although we need to tread lightly around the Santa Claus element for the time being).

in any event, like everything else in our lives, the Heterodox inevitably rears it’s head for me and creates the “truth-of-the day” based on current information. but, I’m still fascinated by how the date of December 25th was potentially selected.

though the gospels of Matthew and Luke both give an account of Christ’s birth, neither one provides a date for this great event. Though it may sound strange to our modern minds, it is likely that early Christians did not place any particular value on birthdays.

it was not until the third century that various pockets of Christians began to show interest in the date of Christ’s birth, and it would take another century for the Church to begin celebrating it with some uniformity. the first clear record of Christ’s birth on December 25 was not until 336 AD, but it is possible that the church had accepted the date long before and that it was already common knowledge. regardless, even if the dating of Christ’s birth was owed in part to the pagan holiday, “The Birthday of the Unconquered Sun,” the influence was probably only secondary. it appears that the primary goal of the Church was to determine an appropriate date, one that Christians expected to be rich in symbolism. if this date, December 25, also happened to give the Church a sacred feast with which to counter pagan celebrations, then it was arguably the best possible choice for the day on which to honor Christ’s birth.

by the third century, it appears that some Christians had started celebrating Christ’s birth, as well as his death, on March 25th.

go look it up. do it!

so, why were Christians celebrating Christ’s birth and death on the same day? well… there’s an ancient Jewish tradition of “integral age” or “whole year theory” that evidently influenced this practice. it is a belief that the life of a Jewish prophet began and ended on the same day. most good Rabbi’s know this. a third century Christian, Sextus Julius Africanus (note: most of the valid research evidently occurred in the third century), added an interesting component to this theory. he argued that Christ’s life began not at birth, but at conception (thus the Catholic views around birth contro?). his case proves to be of particular relevance, because if Christ was conceived on March 25th, he would have been born roughly nine months later on December 25th, the date on which our current discussion is focused, eh.

but look… you can Google, Bing, or, what-ever “facts around Christ’s birth”, and get all manner of data and information. but, it really does not matter. dates don’t matter. calendars have changed and evolved. man has clearly manipulated fact and information. however, God gave us discernment. and, mine is edged with faith, now. I’ve tried to intellectualize all of it. all of it, mind you. but, that does not work for me, today. so, that’s the sublime beauty of the Heterodox – I’ve realized my truth of the day, and will remain satisfied that darkness can try and prove otherwise. that’s how I nimbly side-step the hypocrisy issue.

so, perhaps more simply stated, I believe in Jesus. in part, because I believe in myself. I’m of the opinion that God relishes my own thinking and He designed me for such purposes. thank God.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

1/ Men better than myself, teachers, tell me that Rabbi’s start memorizing scripture (i.e. the Torah – which is largely the first five books of the Old Testament) as soon as they are able to read along with any other good (subjective) Jew. then at the age of twelve they either took up the family trade or become a Rabbi (this entailed memorizing the rest of the Old Testament). Point-of-reference: There is the story where Mary and Joseph left Jesus in town and upon their return came back they found him studying scripture with the “other” Rabbis.  Also, I believe that when he is much older He goes to Peter, James, and John (who are in the family trade of fishing) and asks them to drop their nets and follow Him. I’m advised that they would not have done so unless he had authority (being anointed by God, nonetheless). If they followed Him they could potentially become a Rabbi themselves, and move-up in social class.

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brian cork, blogs, sex, Life, and stuff

September18

the title of this particular post is misleading.

I won’t be discussing sex. in fact, Joanne (my wife) just looked over my shoulder and was a bit alarmed by the reference to “sex”. in fact, it’s another experiment around Search Engine Optimization (SEO) [fascinating, gripping stuff]. by simply adding words like “sex” (even the word: “butt”), or my name (seriously) to a subject line and then in the opening paragraphs of a blog post can increase viewership dramatically.

so… you are had, in a manner of speaking.

meanwhile, as I approach my more salient point, here, I’ll reveal that I was recently asked how and why my blog has become so widely read. they could hardly conceal their irritation.

the timing for this missive is likely good because I recently ruffled feathers around another recent post: the distortion field of social media and marketing and it’s impact on networking. I was also interviewed by Malcolm Teasdale for his Malcolm Out Loud show not long ago – and more recently by the Wall Street Journal and Forbes Magazine, the latter with something to do about being a “king-maker”. that might not make much sense either. however, on that show, those media points, as with this blog, questions are asked; statements made. a platform for fist-shaking is thusly created. and more often than not, solutions gleefully championed.

it’s not that I’m an award winning blogger. I’m simply followed by a lot of people that are apparently interested in me, what I do, say, and possibly think.

I’ll amicably submit that it’s possible they just like the videos and music I actualize, periodically. I also use words in interesting ways to help me draw correlations in-and-amongst world events. everything, everything, I tell you, is connected. and, I strive to prove it diligently on this blog – and, almost daily.

nonetheless, with that question, I’ll take the firm position that I’m stumped. usually, I am not without an answer. most of the time, any answer is better than no answer at all. one must simply be able to defend a point. NOTE: there is nothing stupider sounding (less so, transparent) than someone saying, “I don’t know.” also, it suggests you have no ability to think on your feet. I can do that. I’m actually quite good at it.

So, how did I end up being a widely-read blogger?

we did a bit of research. in fact, we did more than that… we did a LOT of research. see.. that’s a significant element to who and what I am. I try to know and relate to a great many things. I think about what is happening in the world, and take it oh so seriously. my Nana said I was a, “deep thinker”. maybe that’s the case. but, more likely I care deeply (endlessly). my passion and commitment to people around me (in an ever-growing circle) is fueled by reserves that could possibly keep the earth spinning on it’s very axis.

here are a few tips:

I like to write.

and, it does not hurt that the title of my blog is a witty twist around my surname. I’ve had heady victories in my day, with more to follow, I’m certain. but. I’ve also had my ass severely kicked. I suspect my daughters take the former for granted. my friends and business partners certainly do, by example. but, it’s the manner in which I work hard to manage the scary challenges is how I want my daughters to understand me. character is often best when tested, eh.

that said, if you decide to write a blog about how toilet paper gets made, you might not get an award or get read very often.

unfortunately, just because you can write doesn’t mean you should. Pretty much everyone can write. Except for the illiterate, of course. think about that.

just so we are clear, I think Mary Guthrie should fire up a blog and talk about her family and co-workers. I don’t book mark much of anything. but, I would subscribe to her stories about her Irish-influenced family.

the point is, it helps if you can write well. if you can’t, take a night class once a week at the local junior college. pick up a copy of Finnegans Wake and grind your way through it. I’d prefer you to read Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged, mind you. more on that later, especially with a movie on it’s way.

that said, I’m not claiming to write well. I simply write interesting.

In blogging, all you have is words, and if your words can’t. don’t or won’t resonate, your blog suffocates. and, if your blog is stagnate, nobody will read your thoughts because nobody likes reading a blog that sucks.

can you imagine foreigners (or extra terrestrials) that might read writing such as my own and become confused by the utilization of the English language? just ponder the word, “sucks” and it’s multiple uses.

I make blogging sound easier said than done, right? well, hell, it’s part of my life’s mission to make easy seems appear difficult, and herculean things seems simple. that’s my nature. I don’t look for “easy buttons”. I just know where they are. I’m no leperchaun. but, people read my blog.

but here is the truth. If you just write random stuff and post it to your blog, your friends will read it, and your wife (okay… not mine, so much), or husband, or whatever will read it, and nobody else will. then you’ll have, like, one hundred readers a month (according to WordPress that’s about average), and you’ll be like, Why, God, did I start a blog? I hate blogging! Blogging sucks. then you’ll stop blogging because your blog only confirms your deepest fear about yourself, about life, about humanity:

nobody cares what you have to say, or do.

essentially, you have to express an intelligent opinion (facts help) in an interesting way about stuff people care about. maybe that’s Wikileaks. perhaps urban farming. but, you have to write about what you genuinely care about, not some drivel that you think other people will care about.

blogging reality: whatever you think potential readers will or should care about, they won’t. and, whatever you think they won’t care about, they likely will. the latter part of that thinking is possibly the key, here. we, that collective (the what?) we, don’t understand how important everyone, everywhere, really is. so, we don’t value ourselves enough to work daily to be change agents or interesting. well… I do. I take enormous (calculated) risks each and every day.

more on that last bit, later.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork 

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You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

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