Do you really need all that?

How much do you need to live well? How much stuff? How much money? Do you really, when you think about it, have time to work so much just so you can get all that stuff? Do you need more money?

A new designer clock, a new computer, new coffee grinder, new car, new skies, new clothes, new toys, new, new, new. Do you need it? Do you even really want it?

Working eight hours a day is the norm. Wight hours every day, five days a week minimum. Add to that overtime, putting in those extra hours so your boss will value you even more, so she will see just what a busy little worker bee you are. And what do you work with? What is it that you spend all this time on? For what? For whom? Why? Is it worth it? Is it worth never getting that time back? Never ever being able to chose to spend it differently? Time is fleeting, sparse, and once it is gone, it is gone. So is it worth it? Are you valued? Are you valuing the time spent working? For real, or just for show? Do you just value feeling important? Running, stressed, to meetings, flashing your Rolex, in your new suit: or is what you do really meaningful? For whom?

Ask yourself; is it worth all that work, so you can buy all that stuff? Is it worth exchanging all that time for that bit of money? Or is there some other way you would rather spend your time, your life? Think about it. Question the status quo. Don’t just accept that this is the way the world works. Yes, everyone has jobs, 40 hours a week. Everyone is tired, few find real meaning at work, everyone works, everyone lives this way, everyone has stuff, needs more stuff. This is how it works, life. Everyone does it. Well, you are not everyone. Stop and question things. What do you want?

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Read This, July 25th, 2015

Sandra Bland. How scared she must have been. How brave she was. The printout of her arrest show so clearly the ludicrousness, the complete and utter wrongness of her arrest, her death.

Meanwhile, in Sweden… one discussion is never ending. The decision of the Swedish Academy to officially remove the old, tasteless, needless word negerboll from the official Swedish dictionary is causing a minor uproar. The word was used to mean a Swedish pastry like chocolate desert/candy. It is a round, chocolatey tasty desert that is especially popular with kids. Of course its name must be changed. Naturally. Needless to say. One would presume any modern being would agree. But not so. Puny and insipid and self-centered, obnoxious, even in the face of reason, even in response to patient explanations.

Back in the USA. 204 days in 2015 have passed so far. 204 shootings have taken place. When will Americans see the light? President Obama is frustrated by his inability to attain (any sane level) gun control: “It is the fact that the United States of America is the one advanced nation on earth in which we do not have sufficient common-sense, gun-safety laws. Even in the face of repeated mass killings.”

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So you don’t have to July 18, 2015

This is what I think you should read from last week, so that you know what’s up, and what is definitely not.

Fear mongering is on the rise, again. GMOs why do people fear them so? Where is the scientific basis? And Organic farming, who says it is all good? It may be, it may not be, but please do not accept it blindly. Because, you know, kale is not all that. Neither are fish oil pills, but we already knew that, right?

On the subject of “health”, Cross Fit, ever heard of it? I hadn’t, but everyone else has apparently. I call it crazy, but maybe that’s just me? I take my exercise in the form of leisurely strolls and really do not get the yearning for bodily perfection.

I miss the west coast and San Francisco, but sometimes not. I  felt a small earthquake in 2008 whilst living in the Sunset neighborhood of San Francisco. It was a surreal experience. I do not want to feel the real deal.

The diverse Internet, the Internet we must save?

In order to cut down on our kids screen time, we must cut down our own. Like that is going to happen. We are all to vested, and it is taking a toll on our kids, it really is.

If you have recently been rejected, don’t worry to much. Things can turn around.

I just bought Hanna Gadbans book, Min Jhad (My Jihad). It will be an interesting read. The book has already led to a pie throwing contest. What can we, and can we not say about Islam?

This has made the rounds over the years. Somehow I think many people didn’t really get it then, and they probably won’t now either. But for the rest of us, let’s shut down the computers and go play Yatzie with our kids! Yatzie is seriously underrated, btw, as is Backgammon, Uno, Memory….

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The Good Life

“The good life is when you get up in the morning and can’t wait to start all over again.”

Every morning my five year old son wakes and within seconds, after sitting up, opening his eyes, readjusting to light and figuring out where he is, he is set. Ready to go, to start his day. After all there is so much to do. So many things to explore, to play with, to understand. Time is precious. This he already knows intrinsically. Some evenings, when he has had a particularly full, exciting day and he is is happily tired and I can practically see his head spinning, he will cry and say ‘I don’t have time to go to bed. I hate sleeping. I need to play. I can’t wait until tomorrow’.

How I wish I still held that sentiment. Now a days, yes, I still look forward to so much, but mainly I am tired. So tired that all I cam wait for is to get to relax, to drift off into a deep, refreshing sleep. I want so much, I still have so many dreams for me, my life, my son, my family. Yet achieving them takes so much more effort and time. Age is a fucker. It slows you down, it makes you complacent and adjusted. Age, or Thyroid disease, or a combination. All I know is I wish dearly that I could say that I can not wait for another day, every day. Many days it holds true. But just as many, I am too tired to think.

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Certainty.

I read a thought provoking analysis of Penelope Trunk the other day. You know Penelope Trunk, the woman who has started several start ups and now has a popular eponymous blog in which she doles out advice as if it were the truth. She recently published an ill conceived piece regarding Sheryl Sandberg’s husband’s death. Yes, that Penelope Trunk.

Anyho, Penelope Trunk writes as if she knows, as if every single things she writes is clear and right and for sure. Many writers do this. According to the psychiatrist doing the analyzing this is one main trait of bipolar disorder.

I know little of that, other than the traits he describes are spot on for certain members of my family….But what strikes me most about the certainty encountered, the divison of all matters into camps, the dichotomy, the right vs. wrong, the good the bad the moral, the immoral, is that it seems to be the trademark of so many popular lifestyle blogs: the Minimalists, James Altucher, Tim Ferriss, juts to name a few. They Know, they are enlightened and the rest of us are not, but just follow and listen closely and we too can see the light.

I get that being outrageous sells, that taking things to the extreme lures readers. Yet I don’t get what attracts readers to this kind of reasoning. Why aren’t they a tad turned off? Don’t they want some humbleness, some questioning and seeking? For this I am sure of, I know precious little. I am daily uncertain to the degree that I can barely feed myself in case I chose incorrectly (maybe some other dish is tastier, healthier?) not to mention deciding what to do with my life. The uncertainty is killing me in some aspects. But the opposite seems even more frightening, closing all doors save for one option, one reality, one certainty, the knowledge that this road is right and all others not. How lonely, cold and uninteresting that seems to me.

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