“When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food, and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies with yourself.
--Tecumseh, Shawnee Chief
Are people stressed out, angry and disillusioned? Not the people I know, of course, but those nebulous someone’s out there. Well, drivers especially. They know where they’re going and are hell-bent to get there as fast as they can. Don’t slow down in front of them to read a road sign. Sorry, I don’t read as fast as I used to, or from as far away. They will zoom around me to make sure I get the message.
I wonder if most people are holding their emotional lid on, and any small infraction can set them off.
Traffic can do it. Around 5 o’clock here in Eugene the Beltline (The highway that connects one part of town with the other) is a constant stream of red tail lights. And getting on it is a major accomplishment. (Hello L.A.)
My daughter has been interviewing for a new job, and the interviewing process is a joke. She used to be a director of Pet Smart and as such, she conducted interviews and hired people. She wanted to get to know them. That was the purpose of the interview. Yesterday the interviewer simply read her a list of questions she could just as easily—easier—answered online. The interviewer was dullified. Sorry, mam, that your life is so crappy.
When I meet a happy server, I praise them to high heaven.
I guess it’s the dullified ones that need raising up, but to raise someone you must first meet them at their level. There’s the rub.
Okay guys, what do we do about this?
One suggestion I would offer if to get out from under the television.
Not one minute after I wrote the above sentence, the following information appeared in my mailbox. Courtesy of husband dear. Woo woo.
“So much insanity is being broadcast into our society that people are beginning to crack and turn on each other.” --Dylan Charles, Editor of Waking times.
The late Terence McKenna, Canadian, journalist, and filmmaker, pointed out that TV is a drug.
What else could persuade people spend an average of 5-7 hours a day sitting in front of the TV?
“You sit someone down in front of a TV set and turn it on. Twenty minutes later come back, sample their blood pressure, their eye movement rate, blood is pooling in their rear end, their breathing takes on a certain quality, the stare reflex sets in. They are thoroughly zoned on a drug.”
Obsessive and unexamined behavior in pursuit of a familiar stimulus is what drug addiction is about.
One point taken is that initially psychedelic drugs were meant to be consciousness-raising, to be a mirror. TV IS A BILLBOARD.
McKenna said his mother pressed a book on him when he was 12-years-old, and it changed the way he viewed the world. The book was the Art of Seeing by Aldous Huxley*. Huxley says to overcome bias, draw free-hand. (Interesting.) And go into nature and train the eye to see.
McKenna commented that the Vietnam war couldn’t be won by traditional means when it was broadcast into our living rooms. We could see it. We could hear the screams and see the maggots.
When war is read, as is often the traditional recording of it, it is made to sound heroic.
The media has sanitized recent wars, including deliberately not showing caskets being shipped home.
Okay, is TV good/bad/terrible or what?
It depends on what’s on TV.
If you want to be successful in your business, get on television.
Appear on Shark Tank and your sales will skyrocket.
Have a couple of interviewers talk about the Keto diet, and it becomes mainstream.
Used to be a book touted by Oprah became a runaway best seller. (Of course, I would love to have my book touted by Oprah, except I don’t want to appear on TV.)
Guess I’ll limp along.
All the coaches out there teaching you how to be rich could sum it up in one sentence.
Get on TV.
Good stuff is on TV, however, and this is hard for us to understand, TV has qualities that are shaping our values. (Doesn’t everything?)
However, values not questioned is mindless following.
I know we’re all in this soup together, except when it comes to sorting it all out, we’re on our own.
Lesson from the Buddha:
“Believe nothing. No matter where you read it, or who said it, even if I have said it unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.”
“We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end
We are the champions.”
-- Songwriter: Freddie Mercury
We Are the Champions lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
You can tell I saw the movie Bohemian Rhapsody. It ended with that song.
*At the age of 16, Huxley was stricken with an eye disease which left him in a state of near-blindness for many years thereafter. In 1939, in a state of exasperation, he began to practice the method of visual re-education evolved by Dr. W.H. Bates. Within two months he was reading without spectacles and without eyestrain. An enthusiastic convert, Huxley wrote this book, a homage to the Bates method and a serious challenge to the orthodox medical profession.
All others may be excused.
This excusal is something like my Catholic obstetrician of long ago who said the Catholic students learning to be doctors were excused from the contraceptive lecture.
Seth Godin says that everybody ought to blog. He’s not far off considering the number of bloggers out there. Godin blogs EVERY DAY. That’s hard to imagine producing at that level, but then he doesn’t follow the adage that a blog ought to be some 3,000 words long. Good for Godin. Sometimes his blog is only a few lines, sometimes 4 or 5 paragraphs. That’s my kind of blog, Say it, get to the point, and get off.
Someone caught me online the other day with a free Health book. Husband dear was listening to the audio for a while then abandoned me and it. I wanted to find out the catch. Thirty minutes later after (the doctor) told me, then retold me, then told me what he told me, I realized that his free book was signing up for a newsletter subscription. Of course, it was with auto-renew. Got ya!
Must we be tricked into buying something?
Offer me the book. I might buy it. But then an ongoing subscription would add up to a whole lot more money than a single purchase of a book, and people are reluctant to spend 20 bucks for a book. They will, however, spend $49.99 for a subscription that will go on and on. You figure.
This morning I learned via Godin that Amazon sells junk. Rats. Good old Amazon. They sell good stuff too, but it is more like buyer beware. The reason Amazon can sell junk is that they have no shelf space needed to advertise their wares. In a store, one must prove that their product is viable to gain a place on their shelf. After that it must sell, or it’s gone.
When I saw a Shark Tank where one of the sharks INVESTED in a pimple popper simulator, I was bowled over. The pimple popper site got something like a million clicks. Try to compete with that.
If I don’t sell 200 copies of my book, The Frog’s Song—coming out May 17, 2019, the publisher will drop me. Think I can do it?
Do you ever wonder what message you have to give? I remember and have quoted Richard Bach many times: “Here is a test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you’re alive, it isn’t.”
Tomorrow would be Martin Luther King Jr’s 90th birthday. It looks as though it will be celebrated on the 21st, the third Monday of the month—when my first born child was in school, somehow it used to fall on her birthday which would be today.
Shortly before King died, he talked about living until the age of 90. “You may be 38 years old, as I happen to be,” he said, “and one day some great opportunity stands before you and calls upon you to stand up for some great principle, some great issue, some great cause. You refuse to do it because you are afraid…well, you may go on to live until you are 90, but you are just as dead at 38 as you would be at 90.”
Here is an incredibly beautiful video and song, “Starry Starry Night.” Lyrics over Van Gogh paintings. A blog reader sent it in response to my last blog and comment about Vincent Van Gogh.
Time for a giggle. Let's not get too serious.
When I found this in my ebox, I almost choked: “Do not respond to this email, sadly; we are not able to respond to 1,000 emails a day.”