Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Observation 4/21
If ever you feel that something is missing in your life, find a dog that loves you.
Which is to say, find almost any dog with big brown eyes.
Which is to say, find almost any dog with big brown eyes.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Observation 4/15
Art for the sake of art, or, even worse, art for the sake of pure rebellion is pointless and an insult to a society willing to indulge the artist.
Art is useless unless it makes us feel something. It doesn't matter where it comes from or what it looks like; if we connect with something, that is art. And true art is all that matters.
Art is useless unless it makes us feel something. It doesn't matter where it comes from or what it looks like; if we connect with something, that is art. And true art is all that matters.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Observation 4/13
There is something incredibly compelling about the Rule of 3.
Jokes often rely on the comic rule of three: a priest, a rabbi, and a nun walk into a bar. Rarely are they accompanied by a fourth Buddhist monk.
Our most powerful documents rely on three. Americans believe man has the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We never bothered to include in our version, say, the right to property.
We structure so much of our world around 3, too. There are three branches of government, our favorite movie franchises come in trilogies (can you think of a fourth movie that lived up to the original trilogy before it?)...it's interesting. What is this power that compels us to appreciate that which comes in threes? What makes it so poignant?
Schoolhouse Rock was completely right; three is a magic number.
Jokes often rely on the comic rule of three: a priest, a rabbi, and a nun walk into a bar. Rarely are they accompanied by a fourth Buddhist monk.
Our most powerful documents rely on three. Americans believe man has the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We never bothered to include in our version, say, the right to property.
We structure so much of our world around 3, too. There are three branches of government, our favorite movie franchises come in trilogies (can you think of a fourth movie that lived up to the original trilogy before it?)...it's interesting. What is this power that compels us to appreciate that which comes in threes? What makes it so poignant?
Schoolhouse Rock was completely right; three is a magic number.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Observation 4/10
I love God. I don't see how anyone couldn't. But He is not as delicious as chocolate-covered coconut.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Observation 4/1
Have you ever thought about how truly bizarre the sense of smell is?
Imagine an alien without the sense of smell coming to our planet and learning about it. Using the same organ that we use to exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide, even humans (one of the weakest species on the planet when it comes to smell) can distinguish, from hundreds of yards away, what is in their vicinity. We can tell from upstairs if it is cookies or bread baking in the oven. We can identify if the goo on our shoe is dog shit or just dirt. We can tell the past of a complete stranger (if the man on the elevator hasn't showered in a few days) and even the future of someone we've never met (an overly-perfumed woman is waiting for a man to come meet her). We can smell if rain is coming and if a person has been in a smoky bar.
Our sense of smell is more impressive than we give it credit for.
Imagine an alien without the sense of smell coming to our planet and learning about it. Using the same organ that we use to exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide, even humans (one of the weakest species on the planet when it comes to smell) can distinguish, from hundreds of yards away, what is in their vicinity. We can tell from upstairs if it is cookies or bread baking in the oven. We can identify if the goo on our shoe is dog shit or just dirt. We can tell the past of a complete stranger (if the man on the elevator hasn't showered in a few days) and even the future of someone we've never met (an overly-perfumed woman is waiting for a man to come meet her). We can smell if rain is coming and if a person has been in a smoky bar.
Our sense of smell is more impressive than we give it credit for.
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