That's not exactly the truest thing I've ever said. Danielle, some day she will pass him.
Last night's Globetrekker was about D.C., a trip to Mount Vernon revealed that our first president is believed to have read over a thousand books. It seems like an admirable number given his other obligations.
I had a good tie-in for this otherwise useless information. It involved the need for health benefits and the movie Office Space, and to a much lesser degree wrapping up our recording for a little while.
Danielle read a bit of Michael Pollan's new book aloud to me. One of his pieces of advice is to not eat anything that your great-grandmother wouldn't recognize. I'm not sure if it was his illustration, or Danielle's, but we talked about gogurt (yogurt in a squeeze tube, for those of you not familiar). The book is In Defense of Food if you're interested.
Sometimes I think I would be better suited emotionally for a slower time.
I want satisfaction, I want to know that the work I do benefits my family and my community. I want simple pleasures, but I also want real experiences.
I'm not sure how it happens, I suppose it's different for everyone, but I really think that we Americans are caught up in trading experiences for tangibles. I mean, what do so many people give up so that they can live in 3600 square foot houses? What could have been had instead of the off-white master bedroom suite with a love seat and two over stuffed chairs?
Is there a word for having a fear of regrets?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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