Being a tremendous fan of Lost, I was interested to see what he'd say about "the magic of mystery", and although I've already heard a lot of the points he makes before, he hits a few nails on the head. There is joy in the act of finding out for yourself, no matter what media you choose. For me, it's books, and going along for the ride each author has constructed. Or enjoying my episodes of Lost, even if I don't really know (or care) what's behind the curtain of this series, so to speak.
The story Abrams relates about his Super Mario days, particularly the final line, is worth the price of admission though.
So, I'm sitting at a colleague's desk today, working through the program flow of one of the excellent software products my company creates, when she tosses a stack of about 50 pages of paper into the trash. After a beat, I say "heh heh, you ARE going to recycle those...right??" to which she replies, "yah, OK hippie."
I was...horrified. That she felt that way about recycling, but also that she thought it was OK to actually choose NOT to recycle. Because you see - like everyone else at my company - she has HER OWN recycling bin, which is located IN HER CUBE, and is PROVIDED BY OUR COMPANY, and was LESS THAN 2 FEET AWAY when she chose to ditch her papers in the trash.
For goodness sake, people...if you're lucky enough to work for a company that actually cares about you & about the world and pays the money to recycle their paper, then all you need to do is get the paper into the right bin. Turn one foot to right. Look down. Ah, there it is.
My frustration level is rising...just like those darn seas of ours...wake up!!!!!!
Came across an interview with none other than Steven Tyler in an issue of Elle magazine last night (side note: I have no idea how I have a subscription to Elle magazine...it began arriving in my mailbox a little under a year ago, unbidden.)
The following quote is both hilarious & gross:
Elle: When you and Joe [Perry] competed for women, who won? ST: Well, we didn't compete, but we did share. And the crabs won.
Today is January 20, 2009 and we’re only about an hour away from swearing in Barack Obama as the 44th president of the United States of America (and of course, the inverse of that is that W is down to his last 60 minutes of the worst presidency I hope I will ever have to endure in my lifetime). It’s one of those moments where I, personally, tend not to say much – because what you end up saying is all cliché, it’s all been said before, it ends up sounding trite in the face of the actual, amazing, historic occasion we’re being confronted with today. But…screw it…I am EXCITED, I am HAPPY, I am HOPEFUL, I cannot wait to see what this man is going to do with the all the trust and goodwill that we as a nation are investing in him. As a leader, Obama seems intent on unifying the country, and as a people, I think we want to unify, to be lead, to persevere towards making all our lives better, to achieve new and positive things. It’s about damn time. And I cannot wait to get started…
And I’ll say again what I said on November 5th, 2008 – I could not be any happier that Barack Obama is the first president that my son will remember.
I recently saw a post in Being Savvy about creating a family motto...it sounded fairly hokey, until I read the post and realized we already have one that H. will whisper reverently at bedtime every time T. or I pick up a Dr. Suess book to read to him:
Today is gone Today was fun Tomorrow is another one Every day, from here to there, Funny things are everywhere