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It was an “obstacle” course—one that either earned you your diploma or forced you to change majors. It was offered once each year and taught by only one professor. I signed up. On the first day of class he laid out his plan. We would have regular homework assignments that would be discussed in class; he would give …[MORE] Most of us have been to a symphony at some time or other. We all know what it looks like, what it sounds like, how it’s done. Or do we? Things are not always what you expect them to be. Take a look at this fabulous video. Conductor Gustavo Dudamel leads a spectacular performance by the Venezuelan …[MORE] I had an interesting backgammon match today and I found in it several lessons I’d like to share. Even if you don’t know the game, hang in there with me. I think you’ll still appreciate the moral to the story. It was clear from the first roll of the dice that my opponent was a rank amateur. She had trouble …[MORE] A friend recently told me about an interesting podcast he’d heard. The subject was medical advances in the field of human longevity. The premise was that medical and technological advances would soon outpace the extended lifetimes they produced, potentially resulting in a human lifespan of a thousand years or more. In fact it was suggested …[MORE] Good news, everyone: I’m going to live forever! At least that’s the conclusion you might draw if you examined my behavior. I’m forever putting off the important stuff by occupying myself with the trivialities of life. Why pursue priorities when there are dishes to be washed and mail to be sorted? Now I’ll grant you that neither …[MORE] I’ve been on a decluttering campaign around my house. It’s been a relatively easy task when focused on closets, cabinets and drawers. It gets difficult, though, when it comes to the bookshelves. I’ve determined to weed out my book collection. I really do have far too many books and they are just gathering dust. The problem is that …[MORE] Stop me before I buy another gadget. Unlike a lot of women, I don’t accumulate dozens of pairs of unworn shoes. I don’t have a closet full of clothes that still bear tags. Only a small percentage of the books on my shelves are still unread. But if you look in my tool box—I mean my tool closet—you’ll …[MORE] Call me a Druid. Call me a pagan. Call me a tree hugger. I don’t care. I love trees. I don’t just mean that I enjoy looking at trees, or that I appreciate all they contribute to the health and well‑being of our world. I don’t just mean I enjoy their shade or the cool breezes they send my way. I mean that …[MORE] |
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