dilletantism, romanticism, charlatanism
It occurred to me today, that no one wins at the game of life.
No one can escape their eventual fate.
So, why play?
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Maybe I don’t get it...
Is this a profitable venture?
Now, I’ll admit, I’m using men’s shampoo. However, I found it on the shelf at Big Lots, so I figured maybe it was being phased out because product wasn't moving.
Follow my thoughts for a second. Many guys I know have short hair, like me. So, if I buy a 64 oz. bottle of shampoo... and use a dollop about the size of a dime (or a nickel) every day... it’s still going to be months before I get through the bottle and need to get another.
Women generally have a lot more hair, and conceivably use a lot more shampoo... so the big bottles last maybe six weeks... tops?
And men generally aren’t picky about the shampoo they use. When I’m in a woman’s shower, I’ll even occasionally pick one that smells nice.
So, I’m just curious how successful men’s shampoo truly is...
I Love the Winter Weather...
I’m in a rut. This morning, on the drive to work, I was thinking about what I do. About starting over. Wondering how to start over. Is it possible?
Steve Jobs is credited with saying this:
“When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: ‘If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.’ It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been ‘no’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.”
I’m there. I know I need to change something.
During and after university, I chose a path that was easy. I do what I’m good at, but not necessarily something I enjoy. Now I feel like I’m trapped against a glass ceiling and that I’m sitting on the sidelines watching my dreams die.
I don’t want my dreams to die. I don’t want to accept that “the world needs ditch diggers too.”
But where do I find the confidence to take the leap of faith?
Where?
Christmas Eve/Sarajevo 12/24
Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.
Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.”
Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor... I am Pagliacci.”
Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.
Shamelessly stolen from The Watchmen and Alan Moore.