Thursday, January 7, 2016
Give a collection of "How Things Work" as a birthday present to a father/child and write a note to the father about the incomparable education he would be giving both in education and a connection between each other bonded by this knowledge. These tools of thought might even be passed down to the grandchildren as your child recalls to their children all the things you taught them(although the book did a lot of the heavy lifting.)
The edges of perception. Sci fi concepts
Blind spots in human consciousness.
Light spectrum vision.
Behind us
Where we don't care to look
Eachothers thoughts (can Christopher Nolan do a remake of that Mel Gibson movie?)
Details of memories
The future
One place at a time
One thought at a time
The "laws" or "theories" of the universe
Social structures
Parts vs whole/forest for trees
How Things Work
Chance
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Dorthy Parker
Fruitful
Monday, January 4, 2016
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Go to a Todd glass party in the summer with a Christmas tree in a box set it up. Bring in wrapped presents. ask before arriving the names of all the people who will be there, under the guise of being nervous. Make quick sticker labels with peoples names on it.
Gifts can be cheap simple thing that are entertaining in a party atmosphere but not cumbersome to the rest of the party
Nothings cozier than A Christmas tree plus it presents the context of giving and receiving presents.
Keep a Christmas tree in the Todd glass studio filled with presents, maybe there's even one under the tree for you!
My grandfather was always old. I look back now at being a kid when I thought my parents were old but in "reality" my parents were young. Why as young as I am now and I still feel spry! When I was a kid I thought my grandfather was old. Turns out I was right. He was old when I was born and he will remain old untill the day I die.
the 2nd oldest man on earth. Every time people ask him how he got to be so old he gives a ridiculous response that meanders to an unanswerable conclusion.
To what do you credit your incredible longevity?
"I always used dental floss."
"haha that's great. You kids at home pay close attention ya hear."
"so, seriously how did you get to be so old?"
"I always been a flosser, from day one. they used to laugh at me back when all I had to use was a piece of string I traded with the girl up the street, Claribel, for two blue eggs from our chicken Rosie who laid colored eggs, gods honest truth."
"So, you credit living so long to flossing? Were there any other secrets you might be able to share."
"I would floss every night before I went to bed and every morning when I woke up with that string and this was before floss was invented. people called me foolish. If i had patented the idea when i had it id be a millionaire!"
Is there anything anything more too it than dental floss? You see I'm terrified of dying and you seem to be the most experienced person at not dying so let me know your secrets. Don't keep them from me and all the other young people like a greedy old person. I know you know! Tell me! Tell me how to live longer!"
Jumps over table. Forces 2nd oldest man to plead uncle. (a simple task)
Oldest man pleads for clemency. Gives in on the condition that he will only tell the host and the host can't tell anyone else.
Host gives a big wink to the camera, says ok.
2nd Oldest man asks for a pen and paper. Thank you. Pulls out a decoder ring starts writing. Finishes note, passes the paper and the decoder ring across the table. Host starts to solve
"be sure to floss"
You no good scoundrel!
Hey, look over there.
What?
2nd Oldest man runs off
what if the oldest guy in the world knew the secret to longevity but wouldn't tell anyone. He thinks its funny but everyone else takes it serious.
Is there any non dental floss?
I genuinely asked my 100 year old great grandmother the question "how did you get to be so old?" and she genuinely gave me the answer "dental floss" and I never asked a follow-up question so now that is the answer
In a competition to laugh best
The oldest man in the world dies and the second oldest man in the would laughs last.
Ha ha! Everyone born before me is already dead. I outlasted em all. Ha ha. Hahaha. HAHAHA!!!!
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Cookie Monster
I came home from the grocery store and want to eat a cookie but there was a homeless guy on the corner and I didn't want to share or appear miserly
Monday, November 30, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
In line at target
In line at target thinking about how long lines don't bother me because there is usually enough stimulus to arouse a preoccuping train of thought, however i recognize that my patience is unique and the rest of this line is probably frustrated by its unusual length, although most likely only an additional minute or two out of someone's day, twice as long as one would usually expect. I observed the woman behind me, late 50's Eastern European, with a slight accent, wearing light jewelry, lets call her Babushka, was in particular distress. Through seemingly no provocation she shouted "this is too long, I give up."
"what does that mean you, 'give up'?" i replied with meek curiosity, fairly confidant i would receive no reply. she didn't seem to be talking to me, despite speaking in my direction, but rather addressing the store in general.
How does one "give up" in this situation. It isn't a war, you can't surrender with a white flag. Waiting in line is not really an activity, its not like you quit running or swimming, you're just standing in a line. Is that too hard? to be alone with your thoughts and nothing to do for a minute. Do you just place your stuff on the shelf with the magazines and walk past the cashier out the door? Doesn't she realize the amount of time she invested getting to this point? Driving to the store, finding her godiva chocolates, getting in line and waiting for, approximately thirty seconds, before making this formal declaration to the world her lack of perseverance. Is she on that tight of a schedule that she can't spare an extra two minutes of waiting? How could she afford time to even go to the store in the first place?
Unfortunately my curiosity was never satisfied as the lady who was currently getting checked out offered to pay for the ladies chocolate so that she could cut the line. The lady immediately accepted. But I spoke out, "don't do it, too frequently the squeaky wheel gets the grease. We are all waiting in line here, its an insignificant burden we all share when we go to stores." What was I doing, I was speaking up for a position that was not even my own, I was fine with waiting in line while she was clearly agitated.
Fortunatly, my plea was to no avail, the lady moved to the front of the line and swiftly walked off with her chocolate. I wondered if perhaps she had to go to the bathroom.
To diffuse the tension that probably only I felt in that moment, I attempted to strike up conversation with my fellow patriots of line suffrage. Behind me now was a swarthy ponytailed employee, lets call him Ignatious, who appeared to be on break or specifically inept at solving the particular line situation we were struggling under. Behind him was a father and his 4th grade son. The kid, lets call him Jacob, had both arms wrapped around some kind of nerf gun. I said, "hey, what kind of bullets does that nerf gun have? The ones that whistle or the ones that stick? Jacob was too timid to talk to a stranger so his dad, lets call him Kevin Smith, says, "Actually, these are the bullets that go in a clip."
Ignatious speaks up, "they actually discontinued the nerf with the whistle in favor of the clip method, and then optimized them so they fly farther, I have two ... And 4 interchangeable clips That i play zombies with my friends at school. The .... Is the best gun because it takes every size clip and has the best rapid fire mode."
Kevin smith gently chides, "Where do you keep your books?"
Ignatious unphazed replied, "In my bookbag, I can actually keep ...."
It was my turn in line, I abandoned Jacob and Kevin Smith to the nerd rambling of Ignatious.
I don't understand the motivations of people sometimes. You would think people would be more ashamed of being different, Its bad enough that you are wearing a game of thrones t-shirt, you don't need to prove to me that you know all the names of the characters. It reminds me of guys who go to the gym too much and so that they are unnecessarily large, and then on top of that they will flex to make themselves even bigger. I want to tell them that they need to do the opposite of flexing just so I can feel like we are both members of the same species. This is also my message to nerds, quit flexing. How about pretending you don't know for once and let a child be wrong about trivial minutia.