In December of 2008 Brian Hartenstein and family left America for an adventurous life overseas to live and work throughout Asia, raising three daughters with a sense of wonder and awe at the possibility of the world. It is now 2016 and the adventure continues back home in Oregon. This blog remains as a time capsule to that period. Thank you so much to all our friends around the world. Please stay in touch. We miss you all!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Mad Men "Carousel" Moments at Fisherman's Wharf San Francisco
technology is a glittering lure. But
there is a rare occasion when the public can be engaged on a level beyond flash…
if they have a sentimental bond with the product.” -Don Draper, The Wheel
Unplugged the phone. Turned the answer machine off. Didn't check the email or texts. Just put my head down and lived the full life of a father for these girls.
told me the most important idea in advertising is ‘new.’ It creates an itch. You simply put your product in there as a
kind of calamine lotion.” -Don Draper,
Skipped stones, taped kites together out of newspaper, ran up and down those funny piano stairs playing chopsticks that sounded like a Beethoven Sonata. Threw back our heads and laughed.
“He also talked
about a deeper bond with a product: nostalgia.
It’s delicate, but potent.” -Don
Draper, The Wheel
I didn't miss a thing. I saw and felt and understood every second of it.
“Teddy told me
that in Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more
powerful than memory alone.” -Don
Draper, The Wheel
Nothing was missed. Nothing slipped through my fingers. These days were drained tight like the juice from a fiercely squeezed fruit. We drank it all down.
devise isn’t a space ship, it’s a time machine.
It goes backwards, forwards. It
takes us to a place where we ache to go again.
It’s not called a wheel, it’s called a carousel. It lets us travel the way a child
travels. Round and around, and back home
again. To a place where we now we are
loved.” -Don Draper, The Wheel
Then at night, when the little hotel room is dark and quiet, I stand over the bed watching. I am the guardian in the door that will not cower. I am the angel overhead that prays for you. Playing these memories again and again in my head, remembering...burning these days into stone and skin. I am so happy. I've never been more happy.