Last week, the NFL: Bad Lip Reading video took the majority vote.
Would love to hear which of these is your favorite. Vote below in the comments!
25Jan, 2013
I don’t know how science could have missed it all these years, but there has been a miracle drug under it’s nose. My research indicates a surprisingly well-known drug called aplacebo has been showing very consistent results on any number of ailments.
Sadly, aplacebo has not shown dramatic results in one category, compared to drugs using more complex names, but the magic lies in it’s ability to make small increases in literally thousands of categories.
While Advil may have a 47% success rate helping people suffering from a headache, aplacebo has only 27%. Sounds dim, right? Not exactly. Because advil does nothing for acne, while aplacebo has a 15% positive affect. Aplacebo has also…
Last year I moved out of my really nice condo into a really nice apartment. But it was too nice. It had a view of Mt. Hood, access to the river, and all the stuff you’d find in a Bed Bath & Beyond catalog. I noticed something, though. None of it made me happy. I thought I’d downsized my life but I hadn’t really downsized enough. The rent was still uncomfortably high and stuff was just too nice.
When it came time to do some work across the country, I decided to really go for it.
I moved everything I owned into a…
There is a funny cartoon of a group of people mingling at a party. Above each of their heads is a thought bubble that reads, “I wonder what they are thinking of me?”
This silly cartoon sheds light on the fact that, for the most part, people aren’t thinking about you. They are thinking about themselves.
This is frustrating, but it should also be liberating.
We all know humans can be quite…
22Jan, 2013
This evening I read a wonderful sermon by Martin Luther King Jr. about unfulfilled dreams. I’d not read the sermon before but was especially moved by the topic. The topic was unfulfilled dreams.
It’s a powerful idea, isn’t it. The phrase “unfulfilled dreams” has a lonely tone, as though life were supposed to be something life isn’t.
In the sermon, Dr. King spoke of Gandhi’s desire to unite India but…
21Jan, 2013
Every time we have an inauguration here in the States, I remember that book by Douglas Coupland called Life After God. It’s a wonderful little book of loosely connected short stories about life in our current, western, spiritual vacuum.
In one of the latter stories, Coupland’s character is in New York on business (down from Vancouver, BC) and hears about the inauguration gearing up in DC. He visits, marveling at the crowd and the pomp and circumstance. If you’ve ever attended an inauguration, it’s truly a remarkable scene. Perhaps the closest we can come to feeling a remnant of Rome. Or ancient Greece.
Coupland’s character gives plenty of thought to…
20Jan, 2013
We’re changing the way we approach our Sunday Morning Music posts. For the next several months, these posts will be authored by artists so you can get a glimpse into what inspires them. We hope you enjoy today’s post from our friend, Katie Herzig.
Good morning! Last week, the boy and the puddle took the majority vote.
Would love to hear which of these is your favorite….
“We first make our habits, then our habits make us.” -Poet John Dryden
I heard a story about a man named Eugene Pauly – E.P. Because of permanent brain damage, E.P. has no short-term memory. He doesn’t know where his own kitchen is. When you ask him, he just shrugs. But twenty minutes later, he gets off the couch and gets a drink from the refrigerator. He can’t explain it. E.P. takes a daily walk around the neighborhood – and when asked which house is his, he doesn’t know. However, when he gets to his driveway, he always finds the right house and goes inside.
Why? According to research from Duke University, more than 40% of our…
I have always loved a perch, a high place from which to look out at the world.
The earliest perch I remember was the top bunk of a bed my father made for me. There I could watch for imagined bad guys and from my vantage point, keep myself and my small herd of stuffed animals safe from harm. And then one summer, after watching the movie Swiss Family Robinson, my dad built a tree house for my sister and me. Nestled high in the branches of a walnut tree with its small porch overlooking our farm, it too was a place to keep watch.
In my teens, my roost was at the crest of a small mountain in my hometown of Montreat, North Carolina. There, hidden in the crevasse between two boulders, I could observe the…
