Here’s something …

I’ve been noodling around the discover function of WordPress today, and this little beauty of a post made my day.  Just the kind of thing for Little Friday Eve, so I thought I’d share.

 

Jess and Graham’s aging Rhodesian Ridgeback, Bromley, has been a difficult dog to get close to: “she’s a miserable, loveless creature with no need to please anyone.” But after a bone cancer scare, they finally figure out how to love her.

via What We Don’t Eat — Discover

Home Planning

It’s been three months in my new place … but you wouldn’t know it to look at the amount of boxes that are still strewn around.  My old apartment doesn’t work in my new home — the furniture is wrong and the rooms are much bigger (or taller, at least – 20ft. ceilings sound good in theory, but in practice … it can seem cavernous).  Pinterest is no help, because I don’t have an extra $82,000 burning a hole in my pocket to buy any of the furniture there, nor do I have access to my own woodshop and paint studio to do any of those DIY projects.  Still, I’m hooked.  Between Pinterest and Justina Blakeney, I’m down one rabbit hole of beauty after the other!

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This, above,  from Stephen di Donato, is my biggest inspiration.  Completely impractical (Russell Jenkins + Peanutbutter = no white couches.  Ever.)  Justina Blakeney’s pillows, and that blue couch, though, might just solve all my problems.  Click on any of the images to go to her site.  You won’t be sorry!!

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My Atom is Your Atom

For, every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. — Walt Whitman

I’ve been working on a piece of writing for a presentation at an upcoming branding conference.  I’m still working it out, but the presentation is going to be about witness marks.  Typically, these marks are made by a repair or crafts-person so that the next repair- or crafts-person who comes along will know that a particular piece of equipment goes in a particular space.  Largely they’re used in things like automotive manufacturing and in clockworks.  And, they can be accidental, or caused by the natural wear that comes with use.  The words “witness mark” make me feel … I don’t know? Nostalgic?  A little melancholy?  I’m not exactly sure how to name that feeling.   There is something about the idea of there being a physical, tangible trace of the hands that were there first that gives me goosebumps.

Anyway, I’m working on writing that presentation (but not very hard since the deadline is weeks away) and in looking for good source and reference material, I keep finding myself falling down internet rabbit hole after internet rabbit hole.  The good news is since the deadline is a ways out, I can spend some time exploring before I really get down to work.  The fruits of today’s exploration can be found here.

I don’t know why, but I found myself more than a little misty-eyed as I watched several of the videos.  Maybe it was the surprise at finding they weren’t the hokey cheese-fest I’d expected. Maybe I forgot how I loved Walt Whitman when I was younger.  Maybe (just maaaaaaaaaayyyyybe) I miss the south a little, teeny, tiny bit.

Probably all three.

 

 

 

This Gem

It’s worth taking the 5 – 10 minutes it’ll take you to give this one a read.  Really.  Click here, or on the image below to read.  See you on Little Friday Eve!

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Cookies

I saw this on kottke.org and thought I would share, if for no other reason than that I might remember it, too.  (This is an excerpt from a 2012 Michael Lewis made at Princeton University’s Commencement exercises.)

I now live in Berkeley, California. A few years ago, just a few blocks from my home, a pair of researchers in the Cal psychology department staged an experiment. They began by grabbing students, as lab rats. Then they broke the students into teams, segregated by sex. Three men, or three women, per team. Then they put these teams of three into a room, and arbitrarily assigned one of the three to act as leader. Then they gave them some complicated moral problem to solve: say what should be done about academic cheating, or how to regulate drinking on campus.

Exactly 30 minutes into the problem-solving the researchers interrupted each group. They entered the room bearing a plate of cookies. Four cookies. The team consisted of three people, but there were these four cookies. Every team member obviously got one cookie, but that left a fourth cookie, just sitting there. It should have been awkward. But it wasn’t. With incredible consistency the person arbitrarily appointed leader of the group grabbed the fourth cookie, and ate it. Not only ate it, but ate it with gusto: lips smacking, mouth open, drool at the corners of their mouths. In the end all that was left of the extra cookie were crumbs on the leader’s shirt.

This leader had performed no special task. He had no special virtue. He’d been chosen at random, 30 minutes earlier. His status was nothing but luck. But it still left him with the sense that the cookie should be his.

This experiment helps to explain Wall Street bonuses and CEO pay, and I’m sure lots of other human behavior. But it also is relevant to new graduates of Princeton University. In a general sort of way you have been appointed the leader of the group. Your appointment may not be entirely arbitrary. But you must sense its arbitrary aspect: you are the lucky few. Lucky in your parents, lucky in your country, lucky that a place like Princeton exists that can take in lucky people, introduce them to other lucky people, and increase their chances of becoming even luckier. Lucky that you live in the richest society the world has ever seen, in a time when no one actually expects you to sacrifice your interests to anything.

All of you have been faced with the extra cookie. All of you will be faced with many more of them. In time you will find it easy to assume that you deserve the extra cookie. For all I know, you may. But you’ll be happier, and the world will be better off, if you at least pretend that you don’t.

Post-Lent

My total Lenten score was ….

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It could have been better.  More often than I would have liked, I used moving as an excuse, when I could have used it as a reason to REALLY put in more effort.  The 8 promises I made, however, remain on my daily to-do list, and I plan to keep after them as a way of life and not just something I did for 40 days.  That was the goal, after all!

World Poetry Day

It’s today!  Did you know?  I didn’t.

I’m sure I’m forgiven for my oversight, as I was changing batteries to prevent beeps in the night. (See what I did there?) I’ll share two, if that’s okay.  This one, my perennial favorite which I’m not sure why I like so much, but I just do.  I sometimes recite it to myself before I go to sleep and you’ve seen it here before:

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Chills, I tell you.  Then this one, shared by my Facebook friend, Lottie:

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Nature and being outside, moving, walking, thinking are  on my mind right now, I suppose.  It’s been a while since I had a good soul-clearing walk, and now that I’m about to start working again, I don’t see an opportunity for walking — really walking — in the near term.  I am, however, looking for little walks to keep me centered and moving forward (literally and figuratively). May the road rise up to meet all of us!