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Archive for January, 2009

Sorry, it appears that Twitter is in fact detrimental to my blogging — Facebook isn’t helping either.

I hope to make amends; in the meantime, please enjoy this timely musical interlude.

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Birds and planes

Just wondering. Why can’t airplane manufacturers put some sort of screen over the front of engines to keep birds from being sucked into them at the absolute worst possible moment?

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Law of Nature

This is so true! Here’s my real life proof:

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Happy birthday to me!

No, not really. My birthday is actually months away. But you wouldn’t know it from my gmail account, which is chock full of emails wishing me a happy birthday, and while I’m at it, here’s 10% off whatever they are selling.

Yep, I lie when I fill in my birthday on any non-essential website that asks. It’s easiest to always use January 1st as the date, and I choose a year just based on how I feel. Sometimes it’s my year, sometimes it’s my sister’s, sometimes I go nutty and make myself several years younger.

Anyways, it’s not my birthday, but it is a new year, and I have high hopes for this one. However, given the economic climate among other things, this Zen story seems to me to be something well worth keeping in mind:

A farmer had a horse but one day, the horse ran
away and so the farmer and his son had to plow
their fields themselves. Their neighbors said, “Oh,
what bad luck that your horse ran away!” But the
farmer replied, “Bad luck, good luck, who knows?”

The next week, the horse returned to the farm,
bringing a herd of wild horses with him. “What
wonderful luck!” cried the neighbors, but the farmer
responded, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows?”

Then, the farmer’s son was thrown as he tried to
ride one of the wild horses, and he broke his
leg. “Ah, such bad luck,” sympathized the neighbors.
Once again, the farmer responded, “Bad luck,
good luck, who knows?”

A short time later, the ruler of the country
recruited all young men to join his army for battle.
The son, with his broken leg, was left at home.
“What good luck that your son was not forced into
battle!” celebrated the neighbors. And the farmer
remarked, “Good luck, bad luck, who knows?”

A very happy new year to you and yours!

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