HAIKU #64
Nice guys finish last
But in any race that counts
Mean guys don't finish
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
In today's hyperconnected world with all its distractions, I fear it's not just our playlists but our minds that are on Shuffle.
A person's day—and a person's life—should be fueled by all the thought, intention, and inspiration that go into a great album. The kind you listen to again and again. Instead we're too often adopting the mindset of mainstream radio DJs: bouncing from one thing to the next, hoping to amuse, to stimulate, to kill time without leaving ourselves anything of much substance to ponder or push us to greater heights.
Sure, we sometimes stumble upon something of value, but how often do we bother to internalize these things and take them with us, giving them the time which truly valuable things require to burrow beneath the surface and affect us—to really change us—in a long-lasting and positive way?
It seems to me that a well-lived life has a kind of cumulative quality to it. It is constructed through the process of not just finding good things, but embracing them, examining them and revisiting their goodness regularly while building upon that goodness with ever-more-advanced, ever-more-elusive and nuanced sources of goodness which require the integrity of the previously-embraced goodness to hold them in place, to serve as their foundation.
In this sense, a well-lived life can be thought of as a castle. It is built up and made strong not with rocks, but with all the good things we have the discipline and foresight to carry with us and rediscover with greater depth throughout the years. These are the things that will enhance and fortify our lives—and even themselves and each other—in extraordinary and unforeseen ways if only we allow them the necessary time and breathing room to do so.
But instead of building castles we're skipping stones. Instead of cherishing what's good and patiently learning to unlock all of its hidden and mysterious possibilities, we merely applaud good things for the briefest of moments before tossing them aside to wander off aimlessly on our merry, multitasking way.
When in the presence of something truly good, we should pause and say, "This is good. What can I do with it?" Instead we say, "That was good. What else is there?"
A person's day—and a person's life—should be fueled by all the thought, intention, and inspiration that go into a great album. The kind you listen to again and again. Instead we're too often adopting the mindset of mainstream radio DJs: bouncing from one thing to the next, hoping to amuse, to stimulate, to kill time without leaving ourselves anything of much substance to ponder or push us to greater heights.
Sure, we sometimes stumble upon something of value, but how often do we bother to internalize these things and take them with us, giving them the time which truly valuable things require to burrow beneath the surface and affect us—to really change us—in a long-lasting and positive way?
It seems to me that a well-lived life has a kind of cumulative quality to it. It is constructed through the process of not just finding good things, but embracing them, examining them and revisiting their goodness regularly while building upon that goodness with ever-more-advanced, ever-more-elusive and nuanced sources of goodness which require the integrity of the previously-embraced goodness to hold them in place, to serve as their foundation.
In this sense, a well-lived life can be thought of as a castle. It is built up and made strong not with rocks, but with all the good things we have the discipline and foresight to carry with us and rediscover with greater depth throughout the years. These are the things that will enhance and fortify our lives—and even themselves and each other—in extraordinary and unforeseen ways if only we allow them the necessary time and breathing room to do so.
But instead of building castles we're skipping stones. Instead of cherishing what's good and patiently learning to unlock all of its hidden and mysterious possibilities, we merely applaud good things for the briefest of moments before tossing them aside to wander off aimlessly on our merry, multitasking way.
When in the presence of something truly good, we should pause and say, "This is good. What can I do with it?" Instead we say, "That was good. What else is there?"
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 10
Hello. My name is German Hezzelneck. I am dance star. Biggest in world. And when I not dancing, I like chew on Peanut and Pretzel M&M. I mix together. Is good. And I no gain the weight because I make so much dancing. Whole world in love with universal language of dancing? Okay. Whole world in love with Peanut and Pretzel M&M? Wow! Truly I am grateful.
Peanut and Pretzel M&M. Is good.
Hello. My name is German Hezzelneck. I am dance star. Biggest in world. And when I not dancing, I like chew on Peanut and Pretzel M&M. I mix together. Is good. And I no gain the weight because I make so much dancing. Whole world in love with universal language of dancing? Okay. Whole world in love with Peanut and Pretzel M&M? Wow! Truly I am grateful.
Peanut and Pretzel M&M. Is good.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
ENDORSEMENT 9
Howdy. I'm a cowboy. If you don't believe me, just measure my hat or smell my horse. Nope, you can't fake a cowboy. I'm a true American original. Just like Gold Peak Tea. With its home-brewed taste and mountain-quality freshness, Gold Peak Tea is about as American as a bald eagle playing baseball with an apple pie. And that's almost as American as a cowboy.
Gold Peak Tea. A true American original.
Howdy. I'm a cowboy. If you don't believe me, just measure my hat or smell my horse. Nope, you can't fake a cowboy. I'm a true American original. Just like Gold Peak Tea. With its home-brewed taste and mountain-quality freshness, Gold Peak Tea is about as American as a bald eagle playing baseball with an apple pie. And that's almost as American as a cowboy.
Gold Peak Tea. A true American original.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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