How can one creature be simultaneously exquisitely beautiful and perfectly ridiculous?
I'm grateful for him.
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So, like you do, I was clipping photos out of a life hacking post that was filled with advertising and spam, because some of these hacks really are great when I noticed something peculiar about this one.
Yes, using bread clips to label & organize your power cords is brilliant. However, look at what's written on these four particular clips:
* Mouse (that's fine)
* Power (still perfectly normal)
* Hot tub (curious)
* Life support (now we descend into madness)
What exactly is going on here? As I figure it, a terminally ill girl, who is HOOKED TO LIFE SUPPORT has been helped into a HOT TUB by a well-meaning, supportive, but ultimately possessed-of-poor-judgment boyfriend.
Being the plucky, take-charge sort of guy he is, he's going to run her life support computer from INSIDE THE HOT TUB.
This can't possibly end well. But you never know, I mean, look how organized the guy is, right?
One of the reasons I wanted to start this blog was to make an organic, non-pushy-in-your-face way to promote my books.
That little beauty there is the sales performance of Concerning Littleton in the last 30 days. Check out the spike yesterday, the same day as this blog went live.
Now I know that you can't read too much into statistics. The causality of an inferred statistic can be a logical fallacy, like how eating more ice cream makes it more likely you'll drown. (That's because people eat more ice cream in the summer, and also swim more, too.). As Mark Twain said, "there are lies, damn lies, and statistics."
Still, I can't help but marvel at the surge.
So I have this close friend, S. ...
She and I have been super close, for ages. In lots of ways, we're the same. We both love music, have many of the same friends, and when we spend time together, we delight in one another's company.
Like me, she's insanely busy. She's in school doing something insanely demanding.
Unlike me, she LOVES Facebook.
Me, not so much.
I could go on at length about why I don't like it, and why she does, but neither thing matters.
Because being right doesn't matter. Being right, and $3.50 won't buy you jack squat at a Starbucks. In their own way, everyone is right, about everything.
I'm a mixture of politically liberal, on social issues, and conservative, on financial ones. (Even there though, I don't fit the mold of a democrat, or a libertarian.) I feel individually about individual issues. Which makes sense, seeing as how I'm an individual.
There's a really big difference between fact and opinion. Try dividing by zero, or making up a nice rhyming couplet that ends in the word silver, if you think otherwise. I'm not talking about disagreement over fact. It's that opinion thing, that's on my mind.
I really do mean it when I say that every opinion everyone has is absolutely, 100% right. People's opinions are informed by a myriad of factors, including experience, temperament, education, and fear. There's a zen story I love about how it's possible that all these opinions are right, this one.
That's why, I even though I really do loathe Facebook, I sure do love my friend.
Slowly but surely my house is becoming a home.
