But who wouldn’t?

Where Do You
Find the Time?

BY Jessica Francis Kane

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It’s occasionally been found in speeding taxis and Paris hotel rooms. Alpine meadows and mourning doves are rich in it, though can be hard to find. Forget about fountains and rainbows, they’re myths. Rarely it falls from geese flying north. Sometimes sunlight on water contains trace amounts. Check in the attic and under the peonies, but it moves fast and is hard to catch. Now and then it has been stolen from babies sleeping on airplanes. From girls reading in parks. From headlines and editorials. If you never take a water aerobics class, you’ll have more time than some. Give up all hope, and you might get a little more. Say no. Smile. Read. Read even when you should be sleeping. That time counts double. I-95 is a gold mine, though you’ll have to fight others for the time found there. Take the bus. Follow the river. Don’t be afraid to be late. Read poetry. Poetry gives time back, but most people don’t know it. Never watch television. Movies are fine. Documentaries are better. Sometimes, read novels in translation. Just consider it. Don’t remodel your kitchen. Don’t remodel anything. Don’t even think about it! Hire a babysitter, or not. Make do. Let your spouse help. Stay calm. Go to New York. Leave New York. Again, never take a water aerobics class. Don’t get a dog. Decorate minimally, including holidays. Maintain no position on Halloween costumes or children’s birthday parties. Use gift bags. Shop rarely. Spot clean. Keep a notebook. Copy. Borrow. Mimic. Steal. Never offer to be class parent. Volunteer elsewhere, if you must. Do not scrapbook. Avoid cooking. Bake once in a while. Rewrite, repeat. Listen to music. Have a drink.

If you do all this, one day you might find a package on your doorstep. Open it carefully. Inside will be time, tied in bundles of a thousand, smelling of jasmine. Congratulations! It’s all yours. Now hide it well.

From McSweeneys.

I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.  It is my personal approach that creates the climate.  It is my daily mood that makes the weather.  I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.  I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration; I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.  In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person humanized or de-humanized.  If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.  If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832)

China has a dwarf theme park. Full story here…New York Times.

I personally think this is no different than Hollywood dwarf’s making a living capitalizing on their physical uniqueness. I think sometimes we get a bit over zealous with the politically correctness in this country. Is it better for people to make an honest living using their strength (physical appearance differences) and catering to peoples natural curiosity, or is it better to pretend there is nothing wrong with them putting them into a situation where they can’t physically do the same things most people can, limiting their ability to support themselves?

I’d be the first in line to see a bearded lady, Siamese twins, a man with two penis’s and a girl with 8 legs. I would.

Now..I do have a history of being incredibly lucky when it comes to finding lost things..but ..Ok. I went to the park today and lost my house key ..again. Only this time I realized it before I got home. So..being the optimist I am..and being related to “reach in a muddy river and pull out a bike pedal” Wayne I headed back to look for it. I start retracing my steps and a lady says..”are you looking for this?” and shows me a ratty ball. “no. my hou….” and she says..”oh, this?” and reaches down by her foot and pulls up my key. Oh yes.

But then..she says..

“I found another key exactly like this a few months ago..I still have it at home.”

Same lady found both of my keys.

Thank you Beth in the park with Boo and Lily.

We are all joined to each other by invisible strings. Not just the people we know and love. Even strangers who live in different lands. We kid ourselves that events occur in isolation. We think our thoughts don’t change anyone’s mood – and that our actions will change nobody else’s life than our own. But though we can pull some strings more easily than others – and though we may try to stop our own strings from being pulled – we are connected.

Jonathon Cainer

I used to call this the undercurrent of consciousness..I think it’s true. Not just on an emotional level..but on a intellectual level, and maybe even some sort of unseen physical level..once you get into investigating synapsis and neurons and other things that are tough for me to understand. Not as unrelated as this might seem..but I just saw Avatar..which seems to weave a lot of American Indian and Eastern Indian beliefs, fantasy aesthetics and left wing politics into some strange concoction of 3-D multi-million dollar imax’ness. I didn’t think I was going to like it much..but I feel for the 3-d hook..and I dug it. Interesting..and visually compelling. It’s still your standard Hollywood shallow throw all the expensive effects in and no one will notice the bad script or cheesy lines or over acting kinda piece..but still. Go see. In the theater. With the glasses on an imax screen..don’t gyp yourself. (and watch this trailer in the HD version..yum)

U900. Adorable. Seriously. Can Japanese art/culture be ANY cuter?

Yeah. You few that have deligently kept on checking for new content..thank you. You have been quite patient. My world got a little hectic for awhile. Both physically, mentally, emotionally. The end of last year really wrapped up in a way that made me question my track. Or lack of track. Or being off track track. 2009 was not my best year. In fact, it could really be called my worst year. A year filled with highs and lows that were previously unimaginable. I questioned everything. I stripped everything down to the bone and tried some new stuff. A lot of stuff that wasn’t right. Some that was. Some that was, but wasn’t the right time. 2010 is off to a great start though.  I’ve spent the last 6 weeks really working my ass off 16, 18 hour days for days and days at a time. And it feels great. I feel good. Tired. But super stoked about the future.

Posts might be a bit further between, but hopefully they will be worth it.

Got to see my current favorites at the Bluebird the other night. They did not disappoint. God. Geeks can be so damn hot.