it was a moment i will forever remember. while playing with my 2 year old grandbaby, i watched her face, as she suddenly pointed to herself, and turned to me with a shocked and joyful face, full of pride and unbridled amazement, only to announce, “i is me!, i is me!, i is me!” some adults never attain this level of self-awareness and so funny to watch a baby have an epiphany.
driving into work with my carpool, we fell into our happy and familiar pattern of chatting about 642 subjects, all of them connected in some obscure way, laughing, drinking coffee, and for some reason, forgetting, (more than we normally do) what we were talking about due to the onset of a case of extreme short term memory loss, – oh, but of course, it suddenly hit me – we must be running low on carbs! we were clearly calling on our reserve tanks, with carb levels teetering dangerously on the edge of empty.
someone really should invent a gauge that would be even more important than the one that currently exists to show where you stand with your gasoline level – to best support the greater good, and in order to maintain a level of personal and world peace, and to get things done, it is imperative to create a low-carb gauge asap! perhaps if cinnamon raisin bagels and pringles and ranch flavored doritos had been invented in time, many wars and crazy decisions would have never happened and many very important things never forgotten.
overheard while working at drama camp, conversation between two 8 year olds sitting next to me:
‘my mom just got dumped.’ his friend asked, ‘what is dumped?’ He said, “broken up with. it’s okay, he was younger and a personal trainer. she had 3 men though.” i didn’t know exactly what to say so the best i could come up with was, ‘maybe he’s not the right man.’ they both just looked at me without responding and began talking about who was going to play peter pan.
as we sat having coffee and catching up on our lives, my friend shared where she had just been. as she was pulling out of the local resale furniture store, her car filled with all kinds of wonderful new treasures for her home, she got a voicemail. it was from her husband who said, ‘i see you.’ it seems he was also at the same store, though as she was leaving, he was just arriving, there to drop off a carload of wonderful old treasures from their home.
‘Aboard ship there’s a danger in having too much of anything for then one is bound to have too little of something else. ‘ – Mutiny on the Bounty
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,200 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.
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happy new year to everyone who spends their life trying to somehow make the world a better place, including those engaged in the mysterious and exciting world of genetics.
one may assume that these bright souls are born with the gift of extraordinary brilliance and purpose, all at the expense of some other area of their humanity, such as a sense of humor. in reality, this could not be further from the truth. while their comedic approach to life may not be easily apparent, all it takes is a glance at the mark they leave on their work to see their strong sense of whimsy.
after listening to a recent npr interview with one such geneticist/scientist/self-proclaimed ‘nerd’ and hearing him discuss names assigned to individual genes and their mutations, it’s clear this group has found a way to do their research, stretch their intelligent ironic imaginations, and leave their legacies – all while embracing a sense of play in its truest form.
A RANDOM SAMPLING OF SOME OF MY FAVORITES:
INDY – I’m Not Dead Yet (makes mutant flies live twice as long – inspired by Monty Python’s ‘Holy Grail’
i thank you for this on so many levels.