The original plan for this blog envisioned a string of thoughtful, well-crafted essays that speak about my life experience. Instead, dear reader, must endure a barrage short snippets – such as this one -that capture fleeting thoughts and lack any kind of depth. I am, after all, the generation that grew up on Sesame Street. I blame my parents for giving birth to me during the Seventies.
One of the first things I learned how to cook: scrambled eggs. One of the last things I learned to cook correctly: scrambled eggs. I can eventually get things right – it just takes thirty-five years or so.
NPR (yes, I’m an NPR listener) aired a story on Mark Zuckerberg and the future of Facebook today and it caused me to think: this thirty-one year-old boy (he’s fourteen years younger me and addressed his shareholders wearing a t-shirt, I think I can get away with that comment) has made BILLIONS and changed American society forever. I wonder if anyone has ever counted up how many lives he has ruined in the process?
Speaking of NPR, I heard an interview with a Taoist scholar a couple of days ago. I was busy driving the down the street and wasn’t listening that close so I may have not gotten the full gist of what he was saying, but the concept he laid down that got my attention was this: this world is full people and their problems running into other people and their problems. That’s so true.
My favorite breakfast? Anything that Ms. Boss makes. Barring that, a truly good morning starts with coffee and toast made from homemade bread and butter. Since bread is incompatible with my current lifestyle, a simple smoothie will have to do.