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Chris Chelios in the sauna. On a bike. Was an actual thing. That people laughed along with. It did not dictate policy for a country.

I preferred it when it was the domain of wacky Hall of Fame defenseman stories.

YouTube video by Shatner Method Human Empathy & Interconnectedness - Joseph Campbell - 1986

To be revisited once a year.

“… a metaphysical realization, which is that you and that other are one, that you are two aspects of the one life, and that your apparent separateness is but an effect of the way we experience forms under the conditions of space and time.”

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Let’s go with that then.

Ah, humor, absurdity, sincere laughter of the sort that makes one snort.

I guess so.

Or we could just hate scroll instead. Set an hourglass and refresh the timelines of those we have petty grudges and grievances against. Screenshot their timelines. Make long threads about block lists.

I guess.

Not quite Oxford Comma levels of humor, but not far off.

Not to make a laughing matter out of terribly wonderful news.

But this is how my screen first shared that with me.

I mean, sure.

There is no other way work of artistic worth can be done. And the occasional success, to the striver, is worth everything. The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.

N.Y. Not Me.

Those memories entering like spikes moments in life. To borrow a phrase.

Noting the initials of the person next to you and suddenly the mind is a filigree of people and places long gone and the desperate need for Two Slices and a Coke, easily paid for with the spare quarters in your pocket.

Understandable.

Feel better soon.

🙇‍♂️

And it is so important for people with ALS in those final stages because there's so many things they want to tell you, and there's so many things they want to share with you. And without that technology, without that equipment, you lose that communication with your loved one whose mental faculties are 100% there, and they would like to tell you things. And one thing, my father was the caregiver for my mother for the last few years there and was there at her side all the time. And she no longer at the last stage could really type anything with her eyes. And my dad was always there. And the day before she passed, she typed out a sentence, two words, or three words, I adore you. And she passed away the next day and my dad always has that, is that my mother just mustered up the ability to type out on the technology, I adore you. And it was, I mean, to this day, it's one of the great, most magical things that my mother has ever been able. She could not type for months and then the last day she typed that out. From the sports reporter Tom Haberstroh.

From a sports podcast.

And those little moments in life when you tear up in public places.

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A redemptive arc is about as good as it gets in Act 4 or 5.

Good of you to have done so.

“For the survivor there has to be something to look forward to. Growing old, losing everything and everybody.”

Sunday Evening Bus Reflections.

That my wife passes through the place she was born with little more than a nod of acknowledgment and yet I’ve not seen mine in decades.

An easy and safely reflective thought to share when the actual and unyielding subject is the tragedy of dying first.

Some sky.

An easy gold medal. But the acting judge was biased.

Taking home the gold in the new biathlon trial event of Moguls and Awesomeness

Despite eating shit repeatedly in the mogul field.

In the category of Golf Videos While Stoned At Two In The Morning.

Has to be near the top.

Before Sunrise. There is also Before Sunset and Before Midnight.

Before Sunrise.

I agree with the Rotten Tomatoes assessment.

What I like best about this particularly old hotel in Shiga Kogen, where we have stayed several times a winter for many winters, is not that it’s always Christmas, nor the vintage wood skis along the walls, but that they simply hand us the key to same room when checking in and that’s that.

It has been exactly that.

I wonder if the tables at the Homemade Onigiri Summit have slightly rounded corners. With one side just a bit longer than the others.

The pleasing horizons of Valentine’s Day.

♥️ ❄️ 🎿 🐰 😞

The one day of the year to not be shy about the people and things you love.

Which is how all the others ought to be.

Valentine’s Day.

How inviting looking.

Reckon I’ll have to get on a Shinkansen to Nagano this morning to go play in it.

“Hopeful for Opening Day.”

(It’s not like they just had four months off to get that sort of thing checked out properly.”

Anyway.

Damn fine broth.

Almost wish I had a hangover to feel revived by it.

Two minutes from Koenji Station. Ordering by your smartphone, alas.

A simple counter. A mix of pop music.

But you are here for the broth.

Because life is not always filled with surprises.

Ha.

You should see the screenshot I fired off to our mutual friend Beanpod at 6:07 this morning.

There were curses then.

Ha.

I believe I have described a different bowl of noodles similarly. To keep a consistent narrative arc.

When that delightful slightly medicinal smell fills the air. Not sure it could cure the flu. But I wouldn’t doubt it either.

The Holy Fuckness that is a perfect bowl of noodles.