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May the Fourth

My company invited us to share our Star Wars collectibles in honor of the day.

A colleague brought several pieces from his extensive collection.  I took this picture then later learned that he made most of these pieces.  Impressive!


A Tin of Chocolate

Several years ago I began using tins to use for organizing the ephemera of life:  pushpins, cotton balls, hair ties, razor cartridges.  

As these things can, the act purchasing one led to the purchase of another, and soon I had amassed quite a collection.  They grace a variety of nooks and surfaces including inside my bathroom cabinet and on my bedside table.

This is a fun find added several weeks ago to my collection.  It’s not particularly rare, but the price was perfect.  As yet I haven’t determined the contents it will store, so it sits on a table next to the bathroom sink where I can enjoy looking at it while I brush my teeth.

Weekend Motion

Time reports a new study originally published in JAMA which finds weekend warrior style workouts can be nearly as beneficial as more frequent exercise.  One doesn’t need to exercise four times a week, for example, to reap some benefit from exercise.  The trick:  exercising for a total of 150 minutes.

This study reminded me of another, also published by JAMA, finding that even 10 minutes of exercise per day is beneficial.  Focusing on people who were previously sedentary, results included improved cardiovascular health and weight loss.

This is encouraging for those who, like myself, are short on time during the week and eager to banish the lethargy of middle age.


We are born into love and joy.

We are raised by those who do the best they know to do.

We become independent and experience bliss and grief, and all things between.

When we die, we cease to exist.  But the memory of us may echo in someone’s mind.

While we are here, it’s a bonus if we can improve humanity’s existence, even incrementally.

Be brave.  Be humble.  Love someone.  Help another.  Prosper.


There are times for standing still and times to run wild and free.  Always, inevitably, there is that vast space in between.  

Some stamp and whinny there, as if bound by rope.  They strain to be free from the unseen shackles.  

Others pace and worry and seek differentiation, reassurance.  They whirl in a panic, troubled and confused by the swirl and an unheard dissonance.

And yet others do what most do, and connect themselves – immerse themselves – in the flow, the river, of human experience.