Rooms

There is a big difference between what I do onstage and what I do in my private life.  

I don't put my living room on magazine pages.

~ Annie Lennox

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I was looking at Craigslist the other day and I saw an ad for some "leaving room furniture."  It got me to thinking about perception and how we create realities in our minds about space.  I guess the person posting the ad had always envisioned the main room of the house as a room from which people leave.  I wonder if that had an impact on his or her interactions with others.  Was the person always focused on the departure?  Maybe some kind of abandonment mentality?  It was very interesting to me.

While there may be some sad implications for the person focused on the "leaving" part of any interaction, I do think it is better than calling a room a "coming room."  Though "arrival chamber" has a nice ring to it.

Bridge

The grave is but a covered bridge leading from light to light through a brief darkness.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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People deal with change differently.  I know this is not profound.  Much of what I say is probably more common and made even more common by my reiterating it.

But think about this...  Two people - once friends perhaps, or relatives - have a conflict.  There is a rift.  There is distance created that they have problems overcoming.  And one person feels it is done and there is no going back.  He burns the bridge between the two of them.  The other person, however, feels that time heals all wounds and that what happened is simply water under the bridge.

If the second person develops her perspective first and communicates it with the first person, then the bridge need not be burned.  If, however, the first person makes his choice first and the bridge is burned, then there is no bridge for the water to go under.  Water under a burning bridge, as it were, is too little too later.  And water under a burning bridge cannot put out the fire.

Throw into the mix a third person who is bungee jumping off the bridge and you have tremendous chaos.  Comedy or tragedy or just bungee.

Magic

Magic is believing in yourself. 

If you can do that, you can make anything happen.

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



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I vaguely remember that perhaps I have used this image before.  If I had it in front of me, I would spin it so it could tell me if I've used it.  I don't.

Anyway, the other day I was walking across campus.  It was a beautiful day.  Lots of students were lying on the grass or studying outside with friends or playing frisbee. 

I passed two young men engrossed in conversation.  This is what I overheard, ""I was initially calling him a magician, but he's not really a magician."

That's all I heard.  I wonder what "he" really is.  Some possibilities:

* A wizard
* A Magic Eraser®
* A flower pot
* A tea pot
* His roommate
* A dog
* A calendar
* A coffee table book on staplers

Some magical mysteries are meant to remain just that, I suppose.  Like where thunder and babies come from.

Creativity

(art by Andy Magee)

To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.

~ Joseph Chilton Pearce

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I write my blog posts when the spirit hits me.  I have found that I can't just sit down and blog on a whim.  I can try, but if I'm not in the right mood, I won't come up with much.  But when I AM in the mood, I can fly through and write a lot of blogs all at once.  

In my haste, however, I find that I sometimes make errors.  I don't always catch them until after the blog is posted.  When I notice them, I go back and correct them.  I'm sure there are some I have missed.  I'd rather have errors and get caught up in the wave of creativity than never make a mistake and not know the feeling of riding ideas and inspiration.

Basically, my blog entries examined individually are something less than the set of entries as a whole.  Each piece can be dissected and examined, but I think you miss some of its meaning if you look at it in isolation from the other entries.  Mistakes happen and mistakes make contribution.  They aren't necessarily bad things.  Well, except maybe in a dissertation. Then you need to fix those suckers!

But I digress...

So, if you encounter a blog entry with an error, either it is a good entry or there is a good one coming.  Okay?  And if you encounter a blog entry with no errors, it is a good entry or there is a good one coming.  Okay?

Education

Live as if you were to die tomorrow.

Learn as if you were to live forever.

~ Mohandas Gandhi

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Me:  Maddie, I think I'm actually going to finish my Ph.D. this spring.

Maddie:  Really?  That's good.  What's next?  A master's degree?

Me:  No.  Ph.D. is the end unless I study something different.

Maddie:  What does a Ph.D. mean?  What can you do with it that you can't do now?

Me:  (pause)  Um, I can apply for some jobs I couldn't before.  (pause)  And I can teach at a university.

(long pause)

Maddie:  It seems like you should get to do more than that after all that work.

(longer pause)

Me:  (quietly)  Yeah.

Support

 

Truth stands, even if there be no public support.

It is self-sustained.

~ Mahatma Gandhi

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The other day I got to have lunch with my friend Terry.  He was celebrating my successful dissertation defense with me.  We talked about our doctoral experiences and the challenges we overcame and the support that we had through our processes.

I said, "You know, I actually found Facebook to be a place where I got a lot of support.  Sometimes it was positive comments on my posts about my progress.  Other times it was just seeing that someone else posted, 'I can't believe I'm in the library on a Saturday night working on a literature review,' and I would be relieved it wasn't just me."

He said, "That's great.  Of course in my day we didn't have Facebook, we just had carrier pigeons."

I then went on for about ten minutes about this story I had heard on NPR over the weekend about carrier pigeons in World War II and how they are monogamous.  And then I realized that communication is very, very important during your dissertation - and we all find our own way to access it and use it and figure out who is on our support team. 

And also that I might listen to too much NPR.

Artistry

Good is a product of the ethical and spiritual artistry of individuals; it cannot be mass produced.

~ William Rotsler

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I love going to antique or salvage or retro or whatever you want to call them stores.  There are so many interesting items.  They are snapshots of our cultural past.  When I see family photos, it makes me sad.  It makes me feel like - as a society - we have an obligation to get those photos back to family members of that set of ancestors.  I feel like anyone else possessing them would not value them in the way that family members would.  Which may not be the case.  Not everyone feels about photos (or families, for that matter) in ways that would inspire them to retain those kinds of artifacts.

But there are other things in these stores, too.  Some people call these other types of items "folk art."  They are things made not by famous artisans, but by everyday people.  Things maybe anyone could create given time and inspiration and the materials involved.  The chair above is one of those items.  And how we value those types of items varies.  Some people are drawn to them while to others think these kinds of things are just a joke.

Again, the chair above is a good example of this.  When I saw the chair, I knew I wanted a photo of it.  I wasn't sure what the story or the blog entry about it would be.  I just knew there was something there.  And I didn't have to wait long for the story to present itself.  This is what I overheard shortly after taking the picture...

Man:  Duct tape chair?

Woman:  No.

That pretty much exemplifies how we differently value folk arts.  (pause)  And duct tape.

Sky

I am not a teacher, but an awakener.

~ Robert Frost

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The other day Pamela shared something with us about classroom expectations.  A professor was trying to teach a student about respect and shared that not every rule can be spelled out explicitly - while it may not be stated, it would be inappropriate for someone to burst out into showtunes in the middle of class.

 

Debra responded, "I'm a little sad about the no showtunes policy."

So then I started a list of what I think some really good "middle of class showtune outbursts" might be.  Here is my list:

 

“Making Things Up Again,” The Book of Mormon

“My Big Mistake,” The Will Rogers Follies

“Defying Gravity” from Wicked (mainly for physics or Aero E classes)

“A Trip to the Library,” from She Loves Me

“My Friend, the Dictionary,” The 25^th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

 

“Bidin’ My Time,” Crazy for You

“I’m Here,” from The Color Purple (especially during attendance-taking)

“One Day More,” from Les Miserables (in asking for an extension on a term paper or other assignment) – also, same context, “Another Day,” from Rent.

“The Book Report,” From You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown

“Say a Prayer,” from Memphis (during final exams)

“What Do you Do with a B.A. in English?” Avenue Q

“Best that You Can Do,” The Boy From Oz

“Too Much Exposition,” Urinetown

“Be Prepared,” The Lion King

“When I Write,” Cyrano

“I’m Not that Smart,” The 25^th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

“How Long Must This Go On?” Beauty and the Beast

 

I'm sure there are more.  And I am not trying to encourage people to do this.  I am just suggesting that if someone were to choose to do this, I hope s/he would make a good and appropriate song selection.



Dawn

 

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.

~ William Arthur Ward 

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When I was a little kid my favorite song was "Delta Dawn" by Tanya Tucker.  When Erik was a little kid his favorite song was "Hit the Road Jack" by Ray Charles.  That is probably why, when we got rabbits we named them Dawn and Tanya and Tucker and Delta and Ray and Charles and Jack.

Okay, that didn't really happen.  Our rabbits were named Snoopy and Linus.  At some point, they did hit the road when they - allegedly - went to "live on a farm." 

Sunday

 Do not let Sunday be taken from you.  If your soul has no Sunday it becomes an orphan.

~ Albert Schweitzer

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I like Sundays.  Today, as I write this, it is Sunday.  It is cloudy and foggy out. A good day for thinking.

I have found that there are more reflective and philosophical Facebook postings on Sundays than many other days of the week.  Trying to gear up for the work to come, I suppose.  Or maybe people just have time to be reflective on Sundays that they don't have time to be reflective at other times.

And does it really count as reflection if you just see something someone else posted and then re-post it?  I would argue that it does if you engage with it.  There is existing knowledge out there that we can benefit from sharing.  Is a Facebook post knowledge?  Sure. Why wouldn't it be?  Maybe it is weighted differently than other types of knowledge.  Still, though, I think it can be of value.

My point is, I like Sundays.

Bridge

Let every man praise the bridge that carries him over.

~ English Proverb

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I love bridges.  I think it is because they are shortcuts, and who doesn't love a shortcut?  And they usually are over something interesting - water, a canyon, something like that.  And they help you get from here to there.

A bridge is a great symbol for connecting things.  And that saying about "don't burn your bridges" that is a good saying.  Because if you burn a bridge, you destroy your connection.  I think it's okay, though, to tell some people that a bridge is closed if you need some distance from them.  You can always open it again later.

Godjuice

(art by Andy Magee)

It is not all bad, this getting old, ripening.  After the fruit has got its growth it should juice up and mellow.  God forbid I should live long enough to ferment and rot and fall to the ground in a squash.

~ Josh Billings

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I think that if there was such a thing as Godjuice it would taste like grape juice.  And it would cause you to be able to fly.  It would also make you all-knowing.  I suppose it could be a like a cider from the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge.  Which might not necessarily be a good thing.  Be careful what you wish for.  And also be careful what you drink.

Self

 To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

~ e. e. cummings

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We were talking about the song "Give me Everything" by Pitbull featuring Ne-Yo, Afrojack and Nayer.  Leslie said, "I'm all for enjoying tonight, but I'd kind of like to know you first."

I'm not sure that would work as a title.  It's kind of long.  I guess the label could list it as, "I'm All for Enjoying Tonight (But I'd Kind of Like to Know your First)."  They do that sometimes.

Fortunately, when it comes to the actual writing of the song, there are lots of words to rhyme with "first" like: knackwurst, interspersed, unreimbursed,and William Randolph Hearst.

Streets

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.  

Great works are often born on a street corner 

or in a restaurant's revolving door.

~ Albert Camus

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The other day a friend posted a thing on Facebook.  Actually, that happens a lot.  That my friends post things on Facebook.  But I digress.

Anyway, it read, "Gonna rock down to..."  then it had a photo of a sign which read, "Electric Ave. Closed."  And then it said, "well, damn..."  I thought that was hilarious.  And then the song "Electric Avenue" was in my head for the next two days.

I would love it if Electric Avenue ended in a cul-de-sac.  Then there could be a sign on Electric Avenue which would read, "No Outlet."

It really doesn't take too much to amuse me.  It doesn't even take real things to amuse me.

Happiness

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.

~ John Barrymore

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I think that if we are open to it, we can encounter happiness almost anywhere.  If you aren't looking to be happy, though, you won't be.  That's almost a guarantee, I think.  If you assume things are bad and people are mean-spirited, that's what you'll find.  Life can be a self-fulfilling prophecy that way.

If, however, you are willing to be receptive to kindness and miracles and the amazing wonders in life, you will find those instead.

The other day I encountered Joy in a check-out line.  (pause)  That doesn't really have anything to do with this blog.  I just was in line and then my friend Joy got in line behind me.

Craft

We are all apprentices in a craft where no on ever becomes a master.

~ Ernest Hemingway

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I like thinking teambuilders.  I don't like teambuilders that require you to touch other people, but engaging mentally with others is okay to me.

For example, there is an exercise called "Life Craft."  In it, you have a list of about 12 people at a craft show.  You have to determine which people you let into the bomb shelter you've made.  There is only room for 6 people.  You have to make decisions based on what you know about each person.  I don't remember all the specifics, but I'll try to recollect the descriptors.

Alice - makes snowmen out of cotton balls                  Amber - Uses pages from old books to make origami
Alan - creates SPAM sculptures                                 Alfred - Paints Batman on coconuts
Ardyss - glass blower                                                 Abrahaim - whittles sticks into Lincoln Logs
Axel - paints farm scenes on old saws                         Arvid - does dry flower arrangements
Azriel - does paint-by-number pictures of kittens         Aphid - draws sad clowns
Andora - makes sweaters                                           Alex - draws happy clowns

The point is not to choose the "best" or "worst" people to let into the craft show bomb shelter.  The point is to see how the team works together to make decisions.  Plus it's clear that Aphid and Alex are the worst people to let in the bomb shelter.

Wait.  It might be called the "Bomb Shelter" exercise.  Or the "Life Raft" exercise.  Or the "Life Boat" exercise.  What it is NOT called is "The Human Knot."

Wind

Sometimes the beauty is easy.

Sometimes you don't have to try at all.

Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake.

Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

~ Ani Difranco

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I don't know that I agree with the idea that we want what we can't have or that the grass is always greener...  Sometimes I believe people really are happy and satisfied with what they have.  Sometimes when the wind blows, you really appreciate it.  Like on a hot day.  Or if you're flying a kite.

But other times, I guess it's true, you don't appreciate what you have.  Like when the wind blows over your Domino Rally set up just as you were about to knock down the first domino.  Or when the wind howls outside on a cold snowy evening after a series of cold, snowy evenings.  Or when you drop your ticket to the John Mellencamp concert on February 14th sometime in the 1980s and the wind blows your ticket probably all the way to Des Moines.  Or Indianola.

But then they let you in, anyway because your friend bought the tickets and she randomly has her credit card receipt even though she didn't bring her credit card.

Language

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

~ Henry David Thoreau

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Kids are smart and tricky.  I went out to visit my friends Laurie and Catrina about a year ago and was talking with their son, Jordan.  When I spent time with the kid, I realized he spoke Spanish, Hebrew, English, sign language and jibberish.  I couldn't really tell - when he was talking - when it was a real language.  I didn't even realize he spoke jibberish until late in the visit when Catrina pointed it out and encouraged him to stop.

Kids are smart.

And tricky.

Drinks

I like whiskey.  I always did, and that is why I never drink it.

~ Robert E. Lee

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I love airports.  At least once I'm at the correct gate and just waiting to board, I love them.  They are places where you can eavesdrop easily and hear the most amazing and interesting things.  Some people are stressed or angry or rude.  Others are funny or curious.  On a recent trip I overheard this...

Man:  (scrounging through a travel bag of snacks) Want to keep out chips?  Or you like pretzels.

Woman:  Yeah.  I like pretzels.

Man:  With your margarita.

Woman:  Yeah, pretzels with my margarita.

I've never had pretzels with a margarita.  But that is not really my point.

My point is that I think it's funny when old married couples (this couple appeared to be old and married) repeat one another.  He clearly knew her.  She wanted to affirm his knowledge of her.  

(pause)

Or maybe she just hoped he was going to pull a margarita out of that travel bag of snacks.

Peeps

Each violet peeps from its dwelling to gaze at the bright stars above.
~ Heinrich Heine

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This past Easter my mother took Peeps out of their packages, separated them and put them in a basket with chocolate eggs and the like.  Guess what happened?  That's right.  The peeps stuck to everything.

But you know, things like that are where brilliant ideas come from.  While the Peeps re-stuck to one another and to the foil on the chocolate eggs, the experience did give my mom a great idea.  Keep your eyes open for "Peephesive" in Walgreens soon.  It's not a very strong adhesive, but it's cute and adhesive enough for helping you pick up spilled chocolate eggs if they fall on the floor.  And it has multiple uses!  You can also use it if chocolate eggs spill on the table.  Or if chocolate eggs spill in a chair.

Trespassing

In less enlightened times the best way to impress women was to own a hot car.  But women wised up and realized it was better to buy their own hot cars so they wouldn't have to ride around with jerks.

~ Scott Adams

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Sally provides me a lot of wisdom.  Sometimes I don't realize how wise she is at the time.  Other times I do realize it.  That is probably true in most cases - you don't always realize or appreciate what you're learning in the moment, but you catch it later on.

The other day, though, I KNEW the wisdom I was getting.  I knew when Sally said:

"I think I don't like her.  I don't know I don't like her because I don't know her, but I think I don't like her."

Lesson learned: trust what you know, but also pay attention to what you think you know.

And, yes, I think it's hilarious a put a photo of my own car on this post.  It's not particularly hot, but I get to decide who rides in it!

Gambling

Don't gamble; take all your savings and buy some good stock 

and hold it till it goes up, then sell it.  If it don't go up, don't buy it.

~ Will Rogers

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I have no idea what the context of the following quote is.  It could have been a text message exchange with Leslie.  It could have been something that just popped into my head.  It could have been something I overheard part of and made up the other part.  Regardless, I think it communicates a lot about risk and connection and emotion.  Here it is:

I'm lost in the casino.  Come find me.  I'm next to the machine.  Come to where you hear the, "Ding-ding-ding."  
And the crying.

That kind of sums up Las Vegas, doesn't it?  Words that end in "ing?"  Gambling.  Ringing.  Playing.  Wedding.  Crying.  And other words that end in "ing."

It's a nice place to visit, but - no.  No, it's not really a nice place to visit.  It's a sparkly place to visit, but like glitter, it kind of gets on you and you can't get it off.  Even when you think it's gone, a little speck of it will show up on you randomly days, weeks, or months later.  You never really get free of it.

Man, I really hate glitter.  And if "glittering" is a verb, I'm pretty sure it's a verb I don't ever want to do.  Or have done unto me.

Introductions

The key to growth is the introduction of higher

dimensions of consciousness into our awareness.

~ Lao Tzu

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Something I enjoy is a blueberry bagel with pineapple cream cheese.  I like it mainly because it tastes good to me.  However, the blue-purple (blurple?) of the blueberries combined with the yellow of the pineapple is really pretty.

I also like it because I don't think that the blueberry and the pineapple would have naturally encountered one another.  I don't think they grow in the same places.  It's kind of like when I put pineapple cream cheese on a blueberry bagel, I'm making the introduction.

Would I eat blueberry cream cheese on a pineapple bagel?  You bet I would.  I haven't ever had a pineapple bagel, but I bet it would be really, really good.  It would also be good with Canadian bacon.  Or regular bacon.  Or just by itself. 

Well, unless you accidentally tripled the amount of salt in the bagel.  Then it might not be that good at all.

To sum it up, I wouldn't like to be introduced as "The Bagel Lady."  I'd rather be called "Genius." 

Sky

We will not wait for the winds to quit blowing, 

we won't wait for the sky to turn blue.

~ Craig Fugate

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The first time I flew after I defended my dissertation, I was reading the in-flight magazine.  In it I saw a reference to Warren Bennis whom I had cited several times in my research.  I thought that was very strange.  First, I don't always read the in-flight magazine.  Second, I don't always read the entire in-flight magazine.  Third, what are the chances that someone in a dissertation about organizational development and a teaching and learning conference would be in the in-flight magazine?

Also, the name of the magazine is "Sky."  So I kept having "Warren Bennis in the Sky with Diamonds" going through my head.  When I try to think of the actual song, I think of "Judy in the Sky with Diamonds."  But then I realize that I think it's really "Judy in Disguise."  And then I realize it's "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."

Now John Lennon wrote the song.  It supposedly was a drug song since Lucy Sky Diamonds... LSD.  Later Elton John recorded it and it went to number one.  The thing I think people keep forgetting, though, is that if Elton John and John Lennon got married, Elton John's name could have possibly become "Elton John-Lennon."  Or "Reginald Dwight-Lennon."

So really, if you think about it, there is a lot of stuff to think about.

Fourtwenty

Plant the seed of desire in your mind and it forms a nucleus with power to attract to itself everything needed for its fulfillment.

~ Robert Collier 

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When I was a hall director a long time ago, I did a weekly newsletter.  One of the things I would do was to walk around and make comments in the newsletter about things I saw on students' doors or in their rooms.  One time I remember putting, room such-and-such's favorite time of day is 4:20.

I didn't know at the time that 4:20 had a drug connotation.  My staff told me.  I was embarrassed at first, but then was later told there weren't any other marijuana suspicion issues with that room.  Maybe they thought I was on to them. 

Heart

The way is not in the sky.  

The way is in the heart.

~ Buddha

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Sometimes I feel like my heart is very full.  Usually it is full of good things.  I have been sad, but  I'm not sure I would say that my heart has ever been full of grief.  I do believe my heart has been full of joy.  

I like the saying above by that great thinker and spiritual leader Buddha.  I do think the way is in the heart.  The way can be whatever you want it to be.  The way to live a good life.  The way to find happiness.  The way to whatever higher power you believe in - if you believe in one.

It is important there is more than that in the heart, though.  There is joy.  There is love.  Maybe those are synonyms for "the way," as well.  Another thing is that the groove is also in the heart. As shared by that great thinker and spiritual leader Deee Lite

Fog

All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, 

which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things 

seem grotesque and larger than they really are.

~ Karl Von Clausewitz

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The other day I was talking to Leslie and told her about relating a story to Sally.  I don't remember the details, but in telling Leslie what I told Sally I quoted something Leslie had said.

Leslie:  I didn't say that.

Me:  Are you sure?

Leslie:  Yes.  I think maybe you said that to yourself.

Me:  Really?

Leslie:  Yes, in your head.  I didn't say it.

And I realized she was probably right.  I probably did reformulate what had happened so it flowed better or made a more interesting story.  I am sure I do that sometimes.  It sounds like something I would do.  Of course, I'm not sure if I got the above interaction down exactly right, either.  I think I have a fictional memory.

Everynight

Life is too short to have anything but delusional notions about yourself.

~ Gene Simmons

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As I have gotten older, not only have I realized that I cannot rock and roll all night and party every day, but I don't want to rock and roll all night and party every day.  I don't even want to rock and roll every other night and party two days a week.

When I get even older, I might enjoy rocking (chair) and rolling (wheelchair) every day if I need it.  But not all night.  I believe I will continue to want to potty every day.

Salt

A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.

~ Angela Carter

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How come salt and pepper got to be privileged over other spices, herbs and seasonings?  What is it that makes that such a special dichotomy?  And why only two?  What if there were three?  Or seven?  I think this speaks to the simplicity of American life.  Salt to preserve (or persevere which you get by rearranging the letters in preserve) and pepper to spice things up, but not too much.  That's the way we are here, I guess.  Or the way we were when the first salt and pepper shakers were created by that home accoutrement couple the Shakers.  Salt and Pepper. 

Not really.  I think the first salt and pepper shakers were created by the same guy who created the Mason jar.  Mr. Mason.  Can't remember, but I think Perry was his first name.  

Perry Mason.  Pepper - the character from Police Woman.  I am having a combination of TV flashbacks and kitchenry daydreams.  Which is ironic since we didn't even have a TV in our kitchen when I was growing up.  We had a Victrola, though.  No, wait.  I'm thinking of Velveeta.  Like that kids' story, The Velveeta Rabbit.

(pause)

Sometimes my mind takes a little walk on its own and I'm not always quite sure where we're headed.  It's a fun adventure as long as we always come back home again.

Beginnings

It's one of nature's ways that we often feel closer to distant generations 

than to the generation immediately preceding us.

~ Igor Stravinsky

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The other day Leslie and I were somewhere and we overheard a young woman say to another young woman, "The way my grandparents met is an unfortunate story."  I thought that would make an EXCELLENT opening line to a novel.

And it reminded me of the time I heard my Grandma Boettcher tell about how she met my Grandpa Boettcher.  She said, "Oh, my friend at the time, she didn't like that I dated your grandpa at all.  He drove by in his car and offered me a ride and I said yes.  She was so angry about that." 

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, because she was dating your grandpa at the time," my grandmother replied.

Grandparents

Never have children, only grandchildren.

~ Gore Vidal

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My grandparents lived on a farm near Rake, Iowa for most of my kid years.  I loved being there.  I didn't love going there because it was a long drive (like 3 hours or something!!) and I used to get car sick.

Anyway, a while ago when I drove there, I told Leslie the farm was about "two miles" from town.  When I got there, my guess is that the farm was about 1/4 mile from town now.  It WAS 2 miles when I was a kid, however.  Well, if you use the "Kid Leg Length Conversion Chart," that is.

Fashion

Humility and knowledge in poor clothes excel pride and ignorance in costly attire.

~ William Penn

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People put too much emphasis on clothing.  I mean, I'm all for preventing nudity in most cases, but does it matter so much what one wears?  Little kids wearing mismatched clothes are great.  Grown up kids wearing mismatched clothes are criticized or mocked.  Why is matching better?  I don't know, but 'round here it seems to matter.  Okay and it matters to me sometimes, too.  Sometimes I wonder what people where thinking when they got dressed when I see someone mismatched (usually myself walking past a display window).

I think that they should make a line of clothing for older women called "Grannymals."  They would be like Garanimals, but for oldsters - matching made easy.  Although a lot of grannies can be fashionable without ready-matched apparel.  There might be a more urgent need for "Grampymals," but it doesn't sound as much like "Garanimals."

Humor

The problem with having a sense of humor is often that 

people you use it on aren't in a very good mood.

~ Lou Holtz

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Leslie worries that sometimes I post everything she says and that it might cast her in a negative light.  I don't think so at all.  One time our friend Eleanor shared that her friend, Nora Ephron told a story about Eleanor that Eleanor didn't necessarily appreciate Nora sharing.  Nora's response was, "Everything is copy."

I wish I could live and write that way, but sometimes I don't.  Sometimes I let things go even if I know they are interesting or hilarious.  I try to be sensitive to others.  If there is something questionable, I ask the person if I can share it.  The following is just one example of how sensitive I can be.

Me:  Please can I post that moderately offensive thing you said?

Leslie:  No!  You have to be int he right mood to get my humor.  And some people are really religious.

Me:  "Religious" isn't really a mood.

See?  I didn't blog what she said.  I'm all kinds of sensitive to the wishes of others.

Mail

If you want something, it will elude you.  If you do not want something, you will get ten of it in the mail.

~ Anna Quindlen

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Leslie and I don't necessarily agree on what God is.  Which is okay.  I think God can be whatever each person wants.  In my case, God has an excellent sense of humor.  Look at some of the people around you and you will know that it is true.

God also plays pranks.  The other day I had a horrible day at work.  I came home and a letter I had written wasn't picked up by the mail carrier.  This happens more than infrequently at my house.  The mail carrier doesn't pick up the mail.  Or doesn't get picked up until VERY late (like after 7 p.m.).

I was angry.  I opened the mailbox to see if there was delivered mail and the carrier just left my outgoing letter.  There was no mail delivered.  And when I opened the mailbox, my letter fell down the crack between my front step and the house.  It is irretrievable.  Unless I remove the front step.  Or burn down the house.  Neither of which is my plan.

I'm sure it seemed like a funny joke to God.  The chances of it falling just so were pretty miniscule.  But it happened.

It didn't make my day get any better, but I did think, "Michelle, if that's the worst thing that happens to you today, your life isn't all that bad."

So, even when God plays pranks, there are lessons to be learned if we are open to learning them.  In this case, the lesson is clear.  I need to move to a different house.

Mail

Every once in a while someone will mail me a single popcorn kernel that didn't pop.  I'll get out a fresh kernel, tape it to a piece of paper and mail it back.

~ Orville Redenbacher

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I have the same house number as someone's office at the College of Veterinary Medicine.  Sometimes I get mail that is stuff like this.  For a second I get all excited - I'm not sure why.  I have neither space nor desire for baby chicks.  I guess it's just that it's mail very out of the ordinary for me.

My usual mail consists of bills or ads or Dwell magazine or Bon Appetit magazine or The Oxford American magazine or order forms for baby monkeys.

Town

I spent a year in that town one Sunday.

~ George Burns

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In Ames there is a store called "Drug Town."  Not just in Ames.  Those stores are other places, too.  In addition to drugs, they have magazines, greeting cards, candles, ISU merchandise, and other miscellany.  I like Drug Town.

However, if there was a community named "Drug Town" I would not want to live there.  I'm guessing it would have a pretty bad reputation.  That said, I also wouldn't want to live in "Funky Town."  I don't think I'm funky enough to fit in.

Life

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light.  Life is the wind and rain and the thunder in the sky.  Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

~ Seneca

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I kind of like telling other people what to do.  Well, maybe not what to do, but what to think.  Well, not exactly what to think, but I like to give them things to think about.  To ask questions.  To help them find their own answers.  We each have our own answers.  Sometimes it's just tough to cut through the muck and find them.

I would like to get paid to be a life skills coach.  "Don't be a dumbass.  There's your life skills tip of the day."  That's the kind of wisdom I would impart.

(pause)

I probably wouldn't get paid much.

Travel

A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at just such a speed...  it feels an impulsion... this is the place to go now.  But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.

~ Richard Bach

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Traveling is fun for me.  And I like flying.  I like airports.  Well, if I'm not too rushed, I like airports.  It is the best place to eavesdrop because people are loud there.  You hear about their travels, their families, their business.  You learn a lot about their dispositions in the few moments (or hours) you share with them.

On my last trip, I was sitting next to the phone charging station, which meant I was sitting near privileged people.  Which, many people who are able to fly are privileged to begin with.  Anyway, I was next to a not very nice woman and her boyfriend.  He must have said, "I'm sorry," at least twenty times in the half hour or forty-five minutes we were there.  Maybe more than that.  At one point I overheard the following...

Him:  I'll go get you Chapstick from that Body Shop.

Her:  Okay.  I'm just going to sit here and eat chocolate and read.

Now, that would be pretty funny except neither of them laughed.  And he did go get her Chapstick.  And she did sit there and eat chocolate and read.  I shan't judge their relationship, though.  If they are happy, that is good.

Of course maybe she had a lip issue and that is why she was sort of rude to him.  And maybe once she got her Chapstick she became a very nice person.  I don't know because I was listening to This American Life by the time he got back.

Roadtrip

If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.

~ Lewis Carroll

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I love road trips.  I like to drive and see what there is to see and take my time and make stops when I see interesting things.  And there are interesting things all over the place.  And beautiful things.  Funny and curious things.  Even sorta scary things.  And I enjoy almost all of them.

When I was a little kid I used to get car sick.  So did Erik.  That made road trips not so much fun.  I remember we had a little bag of special toys that we only played with when we were going on car trips - usually to visit my grandparents in Rake, IA.  I remember that if I ever saw that special stuff when I was at home, I would get queasy.

I think that my parents were trying to create a bag of fun that would make our car trips go more quickly since we were kind of whiny about the car sick thing.  Instead they created a bag of nausea triggers.  Oh well, you can't win them all.  I do however know some people who can whine them all.  They're buckets of joy, let me assure you.

Sticks

There are only two mantras, yum and yuck.  Mine is yum.

~ Tom Robbins

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I like this art.  It is made out of a whole bunch of Popsicle sticks.  It reminds me of summer.  It reminds me of color and sweetness and cool in the midst of heat.

I wonder why there aren't things called Momsicles.  Seems like they could exist.  Why not?  It would be interesting to see how they would be different.  Would they have different flavors?  Different colors?  I could almost guarantee that they would have a different shape.

Wind

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it.

~ Winston Churchill

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I really wish people wouldn't post, "Like this puppy if you are in favor of animal adoption." Or "Like this quote if you are against cancer in children."  Or "Like this rainbow if you are in favor of unicorns."  I appreciate even less when people post, "If you don't share this post in three seconds with 1.2 million people, you are going to face huge personal failure and tragedy next Thursday."

Why do they do that?  I'm all for awareness and activism, but is my liking a puppy really going to help the animals in the world?  And THREATENING me with person harm?!  What kind of philanthropic work is that?

I do realize that posting something on Facebook is a really super easy way of pretending to be engaged or involved, but make it your own business.  Don't bully me into blindly following along like some kind of sheep or groupthink zombie.  That isn't the way the change the world.

Please share this blog post with everyone you know if you agree.  And if you disagree, you are wrong and bound to face a lot of difficulty in life.

(pause)

You had to know something like that was coming, right?

Temperance

Temperance is a tree which has for its root very little contentment, 

and for its fruit calm and peace.

~ Buddha

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I recently watched Ken Burns' documentary on prohibition.  It was amazing.  It talked about all of the social issues of the time - not just the bootleggers and the gangsters.  It talked about women's issues and children's issues and issues of immigration and families and education and so on and so forth.

I learned that public water fountains were a result of the temperance movement.  Who knew?  I never thought about why we had public water fountains.  I like learning things.

It is interesting that temperance means moderation, but is associated with prohibition.  I think a lesson learned is that all things in moderation might be more successful than prohibition.  People want what they cannot have - or so popular wisdom would have us believe.  

I don't know that that is always true, though.  I am pretty sure I can't have the ruby slippers from the Wizard of Oz or smallpox or be the Prime Minister of Antarctica, but I don't want those things. 

Cereal

Like religion, politics and family planning, 

cereal is not a topic to be brought up in public.  

It's too controversial.

~ Erma Bombeck

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I like how they have different cereals for different holidays.  Lucky charms for St. Patrick's Day, Trix for Easter, Count Chocula & Frankenberry & Booberry for Halloween and Alpha Bits for September 8th.

Pranks

The trick is not how much pain you feel, but how much joy you feel.

~ Erica Jong

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I love April Fool's Day.  This year I'm not at work, so I may not play pranks on too many people.  We had a discussion at work the other day when Tiffany and Abby were trying to figure out pranks to play on Joe.  They had hidden some tuna in his office, but were trying to come up with other ideas.  

I like it when people get into prank battles.  Because then I can help both sides and watch the action play out without being at risk.  I can even play pranks and someone else gets blamed.  Once you get labeled a prankster, you are destined to be blamed for all kinds of things.  

Like when Sally blamed me for blasting the volume on her radio.  I never did that.  I just always set her radio to NPR.  Or when Heather thought I rearranged the furniture in her office.  I didn't do that.  Or when my parents though I rearranged the labels on the canned goods and replaced the jelly filling in a doughnut with mustard.  Okay, I guess I did those things.

I think my favorite joke to play was when we used to visit my grandparents' farm and my brother and cousin would want to play and hide and seek.  I have always been an excellent hider (except in that recurring dream I have where robbers break into our home and I hide under a coffee table.  Stupid!).  Anyway, I think I liked hiding from Erik and Tamara because not only was it fun to see them get frustrated, but it also helped me develop an important life skill.  You never know when you might need to evade capture.