This ain’t the barter system, baby. You want my future in six words? I make it to one hundred.
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This ain’t the barter system, baby. You want my future in six words? I make it to one hundred.
Dear friends and readers, I have had this questionnaire put to me: 1. What is your favorite beverage? 2. How many hours do you sleep at night? 3. What do you eat for breakfast? 4. Do you like to cook and why? 5. How do … Continue reading Do I really like questionnaires?
Back in May of 2011, I posted an infographic about how sitting is killing you. At the time, I was posting a couple times a week, averaging about 3-5 views a day (basically, nobody was reading my blog at the time); I wanted to blog, but … Continue reading What am I really excited about?
So right now, I’m donating plasma. I’m saving up for a new pair of work boots, which aren’t cheap! In other words, for the next forty minutes I am chained to this chaise by several feet of plastic tubing; but that doesn’t mean that I … Continue reading Do I really live in the lap of luxury?
What are we after?
Have I got any regrets? Sure, why not. I mean, I like to talk big about living life with no regrets, but who really does that, right? Who doesn’t look back on something and say, “man, if only I had handled that differently. If only … Continue reading Do I really need to say it again?
Do you ever float through life without noticing people? I’m like that much of the time. I don’t wonder about their lives, I don’t think about what their homes and families must be like, and most of the time I do not extrapolate from their … Continue reading Am I really that aloof?
I am a rock. And this is how I roll. For as long as I can remember, I have had a huge problem asking people for anything. When I was a kid, I remember whispering requests for Popsicles to my mother because I was embarrassed to ask; … Continue reading Do I really need anyone’s help?
Sometimes I sit back and think about the kind of things I might stand for if I were one of those super-rich dudes like Bill Gates. You know the type; they’re so wealthy and set up that they can just sit back and watch their … Continue reading Do I really have a cause?
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“Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity”
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
I have been thinking recently about how lucky I have been in my life. Then on a whim (and for something to write about here) I looked at the Wikipedia entry on the word and searched for some quotes about it. According to the Wikipedia article there is “prescriptive luck” which is good/bad stuff imposed on people and caused by outside entities such as spirits, gods, numerology, superstitious ritual, celestial mechanics or other inhuman influences and including things such as the Grace-of or Wrath-of-God for dyed-in-the-wool Christians. Then there is what they call “descriptive luck”, which is really just that – a casual description after-the-fact of something that was unexpected or improbable.
Although I often “…thank the gods, or whoever else is out there” for my good luck, I really don’t mean it very seriously. I find…
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