I had a great post all set out for you guys, interesting and fascinating (I hope!) but my computer seems to have eaten it. So instead I’ll share an Indian fable, sort of like Aesop. This story will tell you a good deal about my own philosophy.
Once upon a time there was a great king who wanted to know the source of all wisdom. He summoned all of his sages together and ordered them to sum up the human condition in one sentence. He promised riches and wealth to whoever did so.
The sages hunted and searched and looked through all their research books. They asked each other, quarreled over it, and tried to make stuff up. They could come up with nothing.
Finally the day came to state their findings. One by one the sages would come forth and begin to wax eloquent but the king would send them away, reminding them of the one sentence rule.
At the end the king was growing frustrated. Finally his last and best minister came forward. The king looked at him and said, “Have you come up with a way to sum up the human condition in one sentence?”
And the minister said "I believe I have, your Majesty. It is simply this: This too shall pass.
And the king and the courtiers and the entire court realized he was right. For whatever is happening to you, be it good or bad, there is always one common denominator:
that’s a good philosophy to embrace in general, in theory anyway. Doesn’t always work in practice.
I have to go back to work today. waaahhh. as it is I’m going to be late (not because I’m in here, but this ain’t helping) I wish I could earn my salary (and keep my benefits) staying home in my pj’s.
and since when did the dinky little airport a mile from me start in with full sized jets*? They used to serve only small planes, Sesnas and 2 seaters and the like. Now it sounds like a full sized airport. NOISY. on regular intervals. They can’t grow much bigger tho, the surrounding real estate is all built up commercial.
*probably small military planes, altho what they’re doing here is beyond me.
Is THAT where that phrase comes from? I’m bad at knowing things like that - the origin of words and phrases. Like that - there’s a word for the origin of words and ohrases and it’s not coming to me now…
Ok, off to work.
Well Done! Hope your computer doesn’t spit out your original, even more fascinating post on the carpet like a hairball, as one of the cats did around here last night.
I immediately thought of the George Harrison album of a similar title as the moral of the story. Good one, mika.
I have to write a self-evaluation this week so I can be ready for my semi-annual review. Of course, it’s been sitting on my desk for a week, and I haven’t touched it yet. I hat those things.
You know, a couple of years ago, when I was in the middle of a long distance relationship, I had to go to my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah ceremony, but I was missing my girlfriend something fierce, and so I was somewhat depressed and not very communicative. My great-aunt, with whom I’ve always been friendly but never very close, came over to me and said exactly that. It didn’t make everything all sunshine and happiness right away, but it helped, enough for me to join in the festivities. To this day those words have stuck with me, to the point where I was even toying with making them the title of a novel.
So, major props to that minister, eh?
I spent most of last night working on my final paper for my philosophy class. As with last time, it took until I started writing it for the direction and scope of the paper to finally come together, but now that it has I’m very pleased with it, and I think it will turn out well. I just have to find time to finish the darn thing.
For this week’s puns, it’s time for us all to do as our mothers told us. Yes, that’s right, we’re going to eat our Vegetables (and like it):
Etymology. But what I have yet to hear is the etymology of eytmology.
Hey, does anyone else get so used to the order of songs on their iPod that when one finishs, you begin anticipating the next one before it starts- even if you aren’t listening to your iPod? For me, “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” makes me start humming “St. Stephen” (Grateful Dead).
oh, absolutely. In fact, I still anticipate the next song from a mix tape I made in 1979 - Billy Joel’s Barracuda to Joni Mitchell’s Twisted
anyway, it’s the reason I now have the iPod on ‘shuffle’.
Hmm… and here I thought cannibals ate French Fries when they wanted their veggies.
Good OP Mika! It’s a good philosophy to adopt. My other philosophy, which carries me well through work is:
It all pays the same.
I’m much better when I remember that. Actually though, some stuff pays more, like when I have to do all this traveling around the country stuff. I make more money when I do that plus get all expenses paid. So, that’s good, too.
This morning I am [del]torturing[/del] testing somebody. I guess I better get back and see how the poor fella’s doing.
Oh my goodness, the MMP is barely open and already with the bad puns. :rolleyes:
I do not have an ipod so I cannot relate. I am, however, now reading a new Beatles biography by Bob Spitz. It’s very interesting but I don’t have a clue how accurate it is. I always knew the stuff published about them at the time was was a lot of rubbish but a couple of them aren’t around anymore to refute any of his details. Still, a good read.
Hey, what’s everybody paying for gas? I filled up on the way home Friday night and it was $2.95 for the middle grade. Here we go again. :mad:
It’s not your fault we’re uncultured.
Happy Monday, everybody! Or, as I’m more likely to say, urrrrgggghhhh. I’m so tired. But, as Mika so beautifully pointed out, this too shall pass.
Friday night, Roomie and I watched Brokeback Mountain. Well done, not so big on the laughs. We did a little making fun for the first half, but eventually we were so depressed all we could do was watch and wait for it to be over. Then we watched Breakfast on Pluto, which seemed hilariously funny in comparison, though it probably wasn’t. Both good movies, though.
Saturday was my co-worker’s wedding, where I had to get up and sing in gasp a Catholic church. I didn’t screw up, God didn’t smite me, and everyone spent the rest of the night praising me, so that was pretty cool.
Yesterday was Roomie’s birthday, and we went into New York to see the new production of Sweeney Todd, because who doesn’t love a musical about murder and cannibalism? It was awesome, totally different than any other version I’ve seen, and well worth the trip. We had very close seats, just out of spitting range, and I got a souvenir apron that says “Mrs. Lovett’s Meat Pies” and has a bloody handprint on it. Cool.
And then a friend stopped by for the night on a long road trip, and we stayed up too damn late.
