Friday, March 27, 2009
His name is Leo Babauta and his blog, ZenHabits.com is knocking them dead, folks. All the way from the island of Guam where I knew him and his family. The agents and publishers came looking for HIM! There was a bidding war for his first book The Power of Less. It's in it second printing and I suspect will make him rich and famous. It's just a little book, too--maybe 80 pages or so.
Well, what's he all about, pray tell? Why all the hoopla? It's about simplifying your life, getting along with less stuff. Shaking off the clutter that weighs you down, slows your mojo, sucks at your precious time, burns up your hard-earned cash. He's a how-to, self-improvement, no-nonsense get-rid-of-that-junk guru.
Want to write a novel? He'll tell you how he organized his time to do just that. Train for a marathon? Ditto. And need to spend more time with your family (Leo's thirty-four and has six--count'em--six kids)? Here's how. His lists of hints and methods are seemingly endless, from physical fitness to saving money.
And the last I heard, Opra's people were calling him. Hope we see him on the big show. He's the kind of guy who we love to see make it beyond our wildest dreams. You can go to his blog or get his latest idea on Twitter.com.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
So, there I was at the White House last night with my Nikon D40X just clicking away and later, when I looked at the pix, what to I espy? This telling photo of our pres with the ghost of Mr. Lincoln looking over his shoulder. In fact, it looks like Mr. Obama was gesturing back at the Great Man as I took this.
Wonder what Mr. Lincoln was whispering in Mr. Obama's ear? Don't let the turkeys get you down, Barack. Lincoln had to deal with his own ego-driven, knee-jerk haters, too. Was he our greatest president because of them or in spite of them? In any event, as I watched Mr. Obama perform, I was, as usual, impressed by the quick, easy intelligence of the man, by his deep knowledge of a myriad of complex issues, and the way he handled stupid/tough questions: Why had he waited two days after finding out about the AIG bonuses? Because "I like to know what I'm talking about before I speak." Rush, Sarah, Ann, and Laura--please listen up.
Yes, the Right side of the Body Politic continues it's spastic, antagonistic flapping at the Left as our Center-Left president coolly goes about his business. Can this be good for our national humour? The truth is this: The current crisis is unprecedented. No one knows what will work and what will not. But we need to ask our best minds to try to sort it out and do something and that's what Mr. Obama is doing. The whole deal is mind bending and brain warping in its complexity. Mistakes will be made. We elected him pretty decisively. We should be supporting him and hoping he gets it done.
Note: Okay, okay. I was not actually in the White House. Let's just say I had a seat way, way up in the balcony and a great telephoto lens.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
It is passing wonderful how bright sunlight can charm the soul. I wanted to dance my old feet out of the house and absorb this light into my bones. And so I did, at the expense, I suppose of my writing. Never mind. We can't be to obsessive about stuff. Need to allow for vagaries of mood and Mother Nature.
So, I went about doing those outdoor things a man might otherwise put off, despite wifely encouragement. I loaded the truck with bag after bag of lawn rakings and the frame of the old deck awning that's been lying around in the muck all winter. I took them to the dump and enjoyed the drive so much that afterwards I went out to the marina where we have rented a slip in preparation for the arrival of our new sailboat. The marina is just around the corner from the Chesapeake Bay, a body of water that, today with the sun full on its face, looked very fine indeed. Once there, I indulged my desire to just stand on the dock and look around, take in deep breaths of the cool, glowing air, and picture myself sailing in or sailing out.
Later, I blew my self out at the gym so that now, in addition to buzz from the perfect weather, I have that exquisite quivering muscle burn that makes one feel that one might just be able to live forever. Tomorrow I'll be back to face the empty pages that need to be filled with words woven into patterns that will delight the mind's ear. If I'm very lucky that will come as naturally and as simply as happiness came to me today.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
I'm home alone for a week writing, walking, reading and watching tv. I watched Vertigo and now, Analyse This--you know, the one with Billy Crystal and DeNiro, and I feel like writing like a mobster. Like all the pretty women in Long Island talk. The prettiest, most innocent prom queen sounds like a mobster up there. As for the Vertigo angle, it was a good movie--except did Mr. Stewart, pictured above, really just suspect the Kim Novak was not Kim Novak after Kim Novak got murdered? And did Kim Novak really think Mr. Steward didn't recognize her because her hair was a different color? And, did they fall desperately in love with each other in one day? Just wondering.
Last Friday night, for some reason, my right eye went bad on me. It's called Central Serous Chorioretinopathy. Fluid leaks in under the retina, detaches it, and leaves a big brown spot in the middle of your field of vision. Left eye is fine, but it's strange trying to read this way. The docs said it maybe caused by stress. Terry told them I was retired, that I lie around all day, and asked them if I should maybe take more naps. I suggested that I take just longer naps. In any event, I call my left eye Mr. Liberal. It thinks it can see things as they really are. I call my right eye Mr. Hannity, who sees the world through a brown smear. Talk about vertigo. The poor Republicans. The best they can do is Rush Limbaugh? Things have spiraled out of control for the Grand Old (Pity) Party.