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Wednesday, September 11, 2013

9/11, North Dakota, and K.I.S.S.

September 11, 2013

I want you to take a moment and remember what you were doing 12 years ago today. What is your story? How did your story change that day?

Every year, with the exception of today, I showed the HBO documentary "In Memoriam" to my students. Every year each group of students were younger when they remembered the day. "I was in 3rd grade," "I was in 2nd grade" and so on. Most were too young to understand what happened. What am I saying? As if I understood? I still don't. There were a few things I remember clearly about doing that. One was that they appreciated that I showed them the film and most shared it with their parents. I remember I would cry every time I watched it and each year I would cry less and less. I also remember asking if they did anything in their other classes related to 9/11. Most of the answers were "no" or "they didn't even mention it." I was different. I believed it shouldn't be ignored or forgotten.

I am learning and changing daily. Sometimes it happens many times a day. The environment here is so alive and active. It is like a daycare. The energy is everywhere. I have been working with many different people to solve problems that this environment creates. I have decided I need to work on my own, on one thing and have a business partner who has the same goals. There are many simple ideas that just need action to be successful. Well, not only action. Money and action. I hear stories everyday in North Dakota about entrepreneurs who started with almost nothing and have built their business to a point of financial freedom. Again, these are simple ideas. I am going to share two business startups in Williston owned by women.

I met John today at the restaurant. He is a chef from Alaska. When I was paying for my kick ass salad he asked about me and what I was doing in North Dakota. When I mentioned I was heading to Williston, he said, "Really?" I said, "Why? You need a ride?" He replied, "Yeah. I'm outta here." I assumed it was the end of his shift. Apparently he quit. On the spot. That is what it's like here.

On our way to Williston, he told me he had another job as a taxi driver. He said the woman who he works for started a year ago with one car. Now she has grown to seven cars and a 14 passenger shuttle bus. She created a system, marketed it, and duplicated it. This is what every successful business does. Warren Buffet first did it with pinball machines. He bought a pinball machine for $25. When he made enough money, he invested in a second. Then a third until he had several streams of cash flow into his business. The owner of Mr. Kab in Williston did the same. 

Next up is Nyssa Grey, owner of Boomtown Babes Espresso. Here is an article from the Williston Herald. I know this chain is going to expand and be successful. If the owner chooses good locations, this will be a gold mine in oil country. I met the owner briefly on a visit and plan to pick her brain on details of her failures and success. She loves what she is doing and it shows.

After being out here, I also discovered a simple need that will help people who are living in RV campers. In the winter, it can get as low as -50F with the wind chill. The space under an RV or 5th wheel, needs to be protected or "skirted" to keep the pipes from freezing and help keep the camper warm. When Kelly and I built our house back in 2001, we used structural insulated panels or "SIPs." I thought that the panels can be used to skirt the thousands of campers out here that use very inefficient skirting techniques. It will be more efficient, more durable, and easy to install and maintain. I made a video and a Craigslist ad to have a web presence, help with SEO, and start to generate leads. I am sort of selling it before it exists. The product just needs to be fabricated. If you read the Tim Ferriss book "The 4 Hour Work Week," you understand this technique. If you have any interest in learning about starting a business in this connected society, read this book. 

Keep it simple, silly.

Until next time,

Ken

Sunday, September 8, 2013

North Dakota And The American Dream

Good evening. I am writing this from the Bakken Base Camp, near Alexander, ND. I have so much to talk about, it is mind numbing. I am amazed every day by something new as I meet the people here in North Dakota. I am learning new ways to create wealth. I am hearing stories from people, real American people, that are simply unbelievable. Tonight I am going to write about one person I met about two hours ago. His name is Trey.

I checked into the Bakken Base Camp yesterday. It is like a college dorm for men who work in the oil field for Goliath Industries, LLC. In North Dakota, and other places in the oil industry, it is called a "Man Camp." When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a guy carrying a guitar get into a vac truck. These are called "Supersuckers." That's a picture of an HDX. This is a very manly invention, to say the least. Moving on. 

I was excited to see a guitar! I got to my room and he was in the room next door to me. I asked him about his guitar. "It's an Ibanez." Nice. I strummed a few chords and started my unplanned interview. I love talking to people. Actually. Let me rephrase that. I love listening to people. I know I have said this before but everyone has a story. Everyone wants to tell their story to someone who will listen. I listen. It is something that I learned somewhere. Or maybe it's just in me. Look back at my Facebook updates and you will find one that says something like, "If you want to meet the most interesting person you've ever met, just talk to them." I would now add, "and listen."

While I was waiting for a call from Jon to finalize building plans, Trey and I started talking about North Dakota. I mentioned to him that I was here helping George build some structures to enclose water pump units that are used for fracking. (Click here for Wiki info on hydraulic fracturing.) is s He said "George is my dad. I'm actually George The Third. That's why they call me Trey," he replied in a thick Texan dialect. It was unreal. We laughed. 

He told me more about the Supersucker. The machine can be used to excavate land. It can pick up a rock about 8" in diameter. He said that during training, they showed videos of someone who got their arm sucked up the hose. Basically, all the blood in a person's body swells into the arm and then it comes off. I am pretty sure it is a fatal accident. They use it on oil rigs to clean out overflow pits. Trey is 22 years old and started working for Goliath right out of high school. Last year he made $110K. We talked about the business opportunities out here. It almost doesn't matter what you do. The American Dream is here in North Dakota. There are shortages of everything. Want to work at Walmart? No? Starting pay is $19.50 per hour. That's for an overnight stocker. I have met people from all over the world here. Plates from just about every state too. I am sure people fail out here too. It is not for everyone. 

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

Until next time.

Ken

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Father Forgets

I discovered this and wanted to share it for all parents and parents to be. I know I am guilty of criticizing. I am like you, human. Now that does not excuse it. But I want to be better. I want to help others be better. I want to be a better person, a better parent, and live a better life. This story of course goes for daughters as well as sons. Thanks for reading.
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Ken  

Father Forgets
"Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.  Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.
There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, “Goodbye, Daddy!” and I frowned, and said in reply, “Hold your shoulders back!”
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles.  There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your friends by marching you ahead of me to the house.  Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?  When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. 'What is it you want?' I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.  And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: 'He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!'
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much." 
-W. Livingston Larned

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Can you see me?


Can you see me?
The end of this blog could have happened yesterday. The picture above was taken about a minute after I avoided being hit by someone who couldn't see me. I know, right? I was walking with my bike on the sidewalk and there was a car about to leave the Family Video parking lot. He was taking a right onto Main Street so he was looking left, for an opening. I was going to walk in front of the car but decided not to.  I was looking at him and said out loud (to myself) "Do you see me?" I could see he didn't see me because we didn't make eye contact. I waited and he took off when the road was clear. 

I know this is common sense for some of you, but I believe that a lot of accidents with pedestrians, bikes, and motorcycles could be avoided if drivers payed attention and were aware of their surroundings on this more personal level. In my world, everyone would get their motorcycle license to better understand what it's like on a bike or motorcycle or as a pedestrian. 

I think the bigger lesson here is to not be invisible. Get noticed. Be seen. Do something that makes people think you are insane. Google Dean Karnanes. Here's his site: http://www.ultramarathonman.com/web/index-mobile.shtml
One of his accomplishments might seem impossible. 50 marathons, in all 50 states, in 50 days. Insane. 

Can you see me? Can you see yourself? Go out and change your world. 

Like, share, enjoy. 

Ken

Friday, July 5, 2013

Anniversary, Failure, Business

I know. It's been too long. Plans do not always go "according to plan" for me. I'm not going to dwell on it. Here is the latest "Make My Ex Famous" post. Thanks. Ken

Anniversary
We all have them. The ones we remember. The ones we forget. The good, bad, and the ugly. This past June 30th, 2013 marked what would have been mine and my ex's 13th Wedding Anniversary. Since the divorce was finalized on February 29th, 2008, it was a regular day, sort of. I really liked that date, 6/30/2000, and I could just ignore it but it is part of my past. Part of my history. Your past got you where you are today. Don't ignore it. Accept it and move on. I'm not going to slam anyone here. I don't think this is the place. I easily could be the place for some people, but not me. It has been a rough five years. I would not wish a divorce on anyone. It is far worse than anything I have been through. The reason I wanted to mention it is because of the anniversary, I had this dream that night and remembered what it was like being happy together. In this dream, we were nice to each other. It was a memory I wish I could have in real life. I hope to get back there. At least to a point where we understand each other. I do believe it is possible.


Failure
Failure is part of life and it is a part of business. Sure, I have failed at marriage. I guess you could say I failed as a teacher. I have failed in a lot of ways. While failure does have stigma and negative connotations, I believe failure should be embraced. It should be a stepping stone for improvement. It should be taught in school that it is okay to fail. Life is full more of failure than of success. We all have heard of how long it took to invent the light bulb or the airplane. Failure was part of the solution. One story that motivates me is the story of how Sylvester Stallone made "Rocky" a reality. Here is part one:


Here is a link to Tony Robbins retelling the story. I think Tony Robbins tells it a little better than Stallone does. You decide. How do you view failure?


Business
This makes me think back to my previous blog post, Opportunity. I mentioned opportunity and branding. I believe in business and the business opportunities the internet provides. I want to create and support businesses that helps people. A business that helps people get what they need and want. What I believe some people don't understand is that the purpose of business is to make money. That often puts an evil tone to the conversation, right? Even non-profits make money. They don't make a "profit." Or show a profit. Schools make money from property taxes, right? What do you do? Do you get paid for what you do? Chances are, you work for a place that makes money and pays you to do something that helps create that cash-flow. You also help other companies make money every time you "Like" or "Share" something on Facebook, Twitter, or YouTube. You probably don't get paid for it but you should and possibly in the future, you will. We are all walking billboards. What you post, wear, say, and do, is part of the unique brand that is YOU. I believe in people and I believe when people I know recommend something, I should at least check it out. It might not be for me. Or it could be life changing. Hopefully, for the good. The social media world is changing and it is here to stay. I endorse companies I believe in. Companies that are so good at what they do, other people want to be involved. I look forward to supporting and creating business that helps people.

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Ken

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Opportunity

I was inspired after reading something that lead me here. I am changing it up a little. I am going off my gut. My instinct. I changed the title to just one word "Opportunity." I'm not doing a video today. I am just writing. Direct from my mind to yours. I am still going to discuss three things. Continue reading.

Opportunity
Incase you haven't noticed, the internet and the way we use it and connect to it and with it is changing faster than we are. YouTube uploads 100 hours of video per minute, everyday. Think about that just for a second. It is mindblowing. There is a lot to look forward to like quadcopters, artificial intelligence, and 3D printing, but with that there is opportunity like never before. Why do we keep doing the same thing when there are these opportunities available? There is a world of infinite opportunity. Infinite possibilities. Just watch "What the Bleep Do We Know?" There are opportunities with Google products, Apple products, and YouTube. There are opportunities with Amazon, eBay, and Craigslist. There are opportunities with Facebook, Twitter, and Linkedin. There are opportunities to improve your life like no other time in human history. Endless possibilities. Do something. Create.

Your Brand
With this opportunity, you have the ability to stand out. I know, just like everyone else. I think it is more than that. You can like or not like anything you want. You can follow this blog or ignore it. Like it or dislike it. You can care or not care. All of this is part of your own personal brand. You define yourself by what you say and don't say, do and don't do, post and don't post, like and don't like. It is always changing. The power is incredible. Some people don't understand this power. Fuck. I don't understand it completely. Who does? How can you? I do have beliefs and theories about the power of your brand on the internet. I believe direct negative comments about other people do more damage than good. I believe your brand should be protected like your bank account. I believe your brand is more powerful than any other brand in the universe. Yes, the universe. You just don't know it yet.

The Future
I believe the future will have even more opportunity to make your own brand and share it with the world. Companies are fighting for your attention. They are fighting to be part of your personal brand. Coke, Cheerios, and Nike are only a few loyal brands that come to mind. The future will shift this. You will be the brand. I support and share what I believe has value. Am I occasionally wrong? No. Just kidding. Of course. I like and share what I believe could help someone, has value, or is simply funny. I want to make a living helping people get what they want out of life.  That is really it. Eventually this will all come together and I will be able to share my knowledge, skills, and ideas with more people. I want to create. I want to inspire. I want to enjoy life. 

The future is yours to create. The past is the past. Learn from it. Move forward. Be positive. Speak up. Make a statement. 

Create your own brand, your own opportunity, your own future.

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Thanks,
Ken Morris
sirromnek@gmail.com
1-920-624-2818

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Focus, Fun, Fat


Not a lot of text today. I will post a link to the video below. I think "Focus, Fun, Fat" will be a reoccurring motif on the "Make My Ex Famous" blog. 

FOCUS
I vaguely mentioned what I'll focusing on in the video. I am going to name names here. Click if you want for more information. Or leave a question in the comments.

1800FairOffer- Local Home buyer
AvedTrader- Real Estate Consulting
Schwag- Mountain Bike Store
Extreme Structures- Structural Insulated Panels Green Builder

FUN
For fun, I create fun where I go. Affect peoples' reality. Have fun.

FAT
I talk about my weight problem, how it affects me, and what I am going to do about it.

LINK

Thanks.

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Ken