I just watched a video of a bear vs monkey bicycle race and they collide and at first it looks like the bear is giving the monkey a hug because they are old circus friends but no he is eating him.
moderating comments on my company’s blog.
Maybe the modern version of introspection is the sum total of all those highly individualized choices that we make about the material content of our lives.
Malcolm Gladwell and other cultural mavens on how we shape ourselves through brands. (via explore-blog)
Reblogged from Explore
Just in from Qatar - Durham’s “Smoffice” takes global Chamber prize in the World Chambers Congress “Most Unconventional Economic Development Project” competition.
Heaven Is _____.
I’m not a religious person, but heaven came up twice this weekend.
The first, derived from the “party” “game” Cards Against Humanity. One of the cards was “72 virgins”. I never understood why someone would want to kill themselves in order to have the unverified “privilege” of “entertaining” 72 virgins. In the event there is an afterlife and you are greeted by 72 young (I’m assuming), frightened (I’m assuming), untrained girls, which one do you choose first? The most confident one?
“Hi I’m Tania. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you - err - I mean afterlife haha. Aw geez, I only had one line to memorize and I messed up! Anyways, where should we go? That cloud looks kwel!”
Gross.
The second instance of heaven came from a friend traveling overseas. I had previously told her I love people-watching and specifically people-watching at airports. She kindly let me know I would have thought I’d died and was “in heaven” at this particular airport, what with the variety of peoples passing through.
In my response I quoted Belinda Carlisle, in that my uncertainty of the afterlife (note: not a renouncement), leads me to believe “heaven” as an individual’s utopia may as well be a place on earth. I can’t possibly imagine something better than the best of what I already know to be true. Maybe my heaven is an airport.
Wilco and Billy Bragg’s Airline to Heaven pulls in my own LOST-ian flight approach to the afterlife:
Take that airline plane / It’ll take you home again / To your home behind the skies
Many other musicians have attempted to define heaven. You may see a theme:
Just met my new neighbor, a short old man, drinking a Natty Light. His car is parked outside on the sidewalk. I hope this is just because he’s moving in, not his actual parking space.
He said “Hosea donstr mine I govdethvdthba.”
“No,” I said. “It’s okay.”
It’s not.
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