I have zero recollection of the last time that I took a nap. Let’s just say it’s been years since I have intentionally grabbed some shuteye in the early afternoon. I’m certainly up for a twenty to thirty-minute recharge after lunch sometime though, much like Jim and Pam Halpert who found a cozy spot surrounded by boxes of paper in the office warehouse. Or George Costanza, who hired Jerry’s carpenter friend to modify his office desk for slumber inside Yankee Stadium. True to form – and the laziness of his character no doubt – George retreated to his wooden cave shortly after arriving to work and greeting his boss, Mr. Wilhelm.
“Show me how to live.” The words rang in my ears this morning as I meditated on the life of the late Chris Cornell, the lead vocalist for Audioslave and Soundgarden. Sadly, Cornell ended his life in May, and his friend Chester Bennington, the lead vocalist for Linkin Park who performed at Cornell’s funeral, did the same in July. In spite of never knowing artists personally, there’s always a sense of loss that accompanies the death of a musician that we like. Perhaps its rooted in finality, the cessation of the possibility of receiving new music again. We have what they released – which is wonderful and to be treasured – but nothing more will come.
“I think as I understand Parley, the idea is to create an atmosphere of collaboration and to bring disparate parties together who might not meet each other and might not know that they can work together in something.” This, according to Dianna Cohen, co-founder of the Plastic Pollution Coalition, is what will facilitate more environmentally conscious people – and companies. For Cohen, it’s identifying the amount of plastic we use and finding creative ways to reduce consumption and the corresponding waste.
Al Borland, typically on the receiving end of Tim Taylor’s insults during Tool Time segments, always manages to handle Tim’s equipment gaffes and his corresponding painful grunts with a measure of grace. He maintains his poise with a reserved, stoic pride that is unflappable. Al is indeed an admirable character on the now syndicated Home Improvement (1991-1999), and the chemistry that he has with is co-host Tim is side-splitting at every encounter. In watching old episodes once again, I’ve noticed that Al has a tendency to bring two fingers to his head as he and Tim salute various tools or rooms of the house (e.g. chainsaws, magnets, the bathroom, and the kitchen).
In the enduring words of acclaimed novelist J.R.R. Tolkien, “Not all those who wander are lost.” Penned as part of a poem to describe Aragorn in The Lord of the Rings, this phrase still transcends the most magnificent English literature about Middle-earth. As a distance runner, I am prone to wandering and getting lost, though the former doesn’t always cause the latter. In fact, like other like-minded runners, I tend to consistently revisit the same routes time and again for the sake of convenience and familiarity. But as familiarity tends to breed contempt, returning to the same loop or out-and-back course is surely a precursor to boredom and stagnation.