“Early on I made up my mind not to die of anything but old age. Stopped smoking because I was afraid of the cancer. Swore off booze because I was scared of driving my car into a tree. Gave up hunting because I was scared of blowing my own head off. Quit chasing trim because I was afraid of being murdered by a jealous husband. Shaved the odds, is what I set out to do. Missed out on a ton of fun, but that's all right. All my friends are planted in the ground and here I am!"
— Basket Case (Carl Hiaasen)
As our worlds get smaller, I'm reminded of these photos of the old Missouri Penitentiary (now empty and crumbling). The oldest west of the Mississippi.
What, I wonder, does someone confined to a small cell for many years or the rest of their life, think about limited confinement. More photos:
I use to joke that if I had nothing else to do for six months I might -- just might -- learn to play the ukulele. We'll see.
I don't think folks should worry about what happens with an extended shutdown of companies,
I think folks should worry about their employees coming back after realizing that they're finding their life's purpose isn't their job.
(also that many companies are overstaffed for the work they need to do).
Grandma's Camera (James Lileks)
The math doesn't work but this might be Steve Martin.
"Could it be that our purpose is to tell a story, and that the better lived a life is, the better the story that survives after you’re gone?"
"SquirtCheez has a long and illustrious history as a metaphor for the human experience. Homer called it the “nectar of fat and happy Olympian consumerism.” American colonial preacher Jonathan Edwards, in his most famous sermon, noted that SquirtCheez is the only source of sustenance that will explode upon being thrown into the flames of hell."
-- David Brazeal
Should read "now centered"
Red Button, Green Button (2 of 2)
But we find ourselves soaking in negative thoughts and — if we’re lucky — have a moment of awareness.
“Whoa. I must have hit the red button. A couple of times.”
All of which goes to explain why people report constantly hearing me muttering, “Green button, green button, green button.”
Red Button, Green Button (1 of 2)
Imagine having a couple of buttons on your desk. Let’s say, red and green. And every time you walked by you could press the red button for a negative/angry/fearful thought… or the green one for a positive/peaceful/uplifting thought. Wouldn’t last long, just a few seconds or a minute or two.
Why would you ever push the red button? You wouldn’t, not if you thought about it for a spit second. You’d wear that fucking green button out.
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