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Image by Steven Miller (I’ll be sorting through my pics when I get back)

Happy New Year everyone! Mexico is wonderful, as always, I’ll see you soon!

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Kuroshio Sea – 2nd largest aquarium tank in the world (Please don’t go by Barcelona) from Jon Rawlinson on Vimeo.

On a normal Wednesday, the Israeli newspaper Haaretz replaced its journalists with some of Isreal’s noted poets and writers. Here, from author Avri Herling, here is the most accurate financial report you’re ever likely to read in a newspaper paper:

“Everything’s okay. Everything’s like usual. Yesterday trading ended. Everything’s okay. The economists went to their homes, the laundry is drying on the lines, dinners are waiting in place… Dow Jones traded steadily and closed with 8,761 points, Nasdaq added 0.9% to a level of 1,860 points…. The guy from the shakshuka [an Israeli egg-and-tomato dish] shop raised his prices again….”

from Kottke.org

“I think his action captured peoples’ hearts everywhere, and when the moment came, his character defined the moment, rather than the moment defining him. ”

Something to think about, next time you’re carrying some groceries

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Go get ‘em, kid…

Also, If you can help me figure out why this makes me so hopeful, let me know.

“I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

“I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

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This is probably the second time my iPod has brought me scarily close to breaking down in tears at my desk. I would have taken a short walk if I could have pulled myself away from my headphones.

In any case, do yourself a favor:

The Moth – Franny’s Last Ride

“dude, i can see gain. it’s so cool. i can’t wait for the lens to be put in”
All hail western medicine!!!!!

“Oscar the Cat awakens from his nap, opening a single eye to survey his kingdom. From atop the desk in the doctor’s charting area, the cat peers down the two wings of the nursing home’s advanced dementia unit. All quiet on the western and eastern fronts. Slowly, he rises and extravagantly stretches his 2-year-old frame, first backward and then forward. He sits up and considers his next move.

In the distance, a resident approaches. It is Mrs. P., who has been living on the dementia unit’s third floor for 3 years now. She has long forgotten her family, even though they visit her almost daily. Moderately disheveled after eating her lunch, half of which she now wears on her shirt, Mrs. P. is taking one of her many aimless strolls to nowhere. She glides toward Oscar, pushing her walker and muttering to herself with complete disregard for her surroundings. Perturbed, Oscar watches her carefully and, as she walks by, lets out a gentle hiss, a rattlesnake-like warning that says “leave me alone.” She passes him without a glance and continues down the hallway. Oscar is relieved. It is not yet Mrs. P.’s time, and he wants nothing to do with her.

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I went to my little brother’s punk rock show tonight. He’s 16 already. damn. The show was amazing. A little punk rock cafe with vegan food and a skinny hard core guy walking around asking for gas money for the bands. It was a trip, like watching quantum leap. There was a little me, and little versions of some of the people I knew and know. I watched them awkwardly gossip, slam dance, and watch themselves as my little brother busted hardcore guitar solos. And there I was, invisible like Dr. Sam. The show ended, and after I told my brother how proud I was and that I loved him, and as I gunned out of the parking lot, I thought, if that was quantum leap, then what must I change, how can I fix things. There are things to fix. Right? I’m not so sure. I hit all greens and gunned the engine to 50, and I felt like actually they were ok, that all those kids will be just fine.