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I wonder where the term “vegetable” came from, to describe comatose people?

 Why not fruit?  Maybe because fruit describes crazy people,  and they still have brain function.

Maybe because no one eats them?

Happy Holidays!

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Your 10,000th day

samreich:

Use Wolfram Alpha and search for your birthday + 10,000 days to figure out when your 10,000th day on Earth will be.  You’ll be 27 and a half.

Mine is December 8th, 2011.

 Apparently, “You + Me” doesn’t equal Love.  Maine.  The answer in Maine.

Jim Henson’s Workshop

Yesterday we spent part of the afternoon at a traveling exhibit featuring Jim Henson’s many creations.  It is absolutely impossible to be in the same room as a muppet and not smile!  I hadn’t watched scenes from Sesame Street or Fraggle Rock since I was a kid, but I found myself laughing and loving those creatures all over again.

More than anything else, I think I’m realizing that Jim Henson was a brilliant man with an incredible imagination.  As a kid, you watch the puppets on TV, but never think about the creative process behind them.  Seeing the pages of his doodles and drawings was fantastic.  It’s too bad he’s not here to continue to share his gift with the world.  I’m sure he would’ve only gotten better with time.

I was impressed with Henson’s sense of responsibility.  He saw television as a way to brighten the lives of children and adults alike.  He was putting out quality material, never sacrificing content.  He was an incredible man, and I can’t wait to share him with my kids one day.

A profession by any other name…

…just doesn’t sound as good!  There’s something sexy about the word “writer”.  Something about being able to tell a story, and tell it well.  It could be deep, revealing the soul.  Quirky and unique.  Short and sweet, it doesn’t matter.  Any time I hear someone’s a writer it makes it easier to Love them, even if I don’t know them.  If I think of myself as a writer, it makes it easier to Love myself.

Two thoughts

Yesterday, watching the new Indiana Jones movie, two thoughts occured to me:

• For years film making has followed the precident that it’s okay for the bad guys to miss wide open shots from less than 30 feet.  This must stop.  I say put two in Indy’s chest and send a message - Russians found a shooting range.
• If the whole crystal-skull-mayan-calendar-2012 thing is true, I kind of got the shaft.  I mean, I may only live to be 28?  I feel even worse for my little brother.  I would have much rather caught the head-end of the next rebirth cycle and been a caveman in the new world.

Graduation

So… I’m graduating from college in 7 short hours (bed time anyone?).

 I realized a few things:

• I couldn’t tie a tie before tonight.
• YouTube is a shitty place to learn how to tie a tie.
• I need longer ties (I’m tall)

• My greatest academic semester was junior year, when my fiancee was in France. I didn’t see her for nearly 6 months.
• I drank more that semester than any other point in my life.
• My fantastic grades (and creative writing) came at a time when my Love was gone, and I was a semi-alcoholic.  I’m going to claim it was the alcohol, because I don’t want to rely on loneliness for good writing.

• I’m not exactly ready to leave college.