Why It’s More Important Than Ever to Ignore the News. John Zeratsky of Time Dorks makes the case for minimizing the time spent reading the news, yet remaining informed and increasing the time available to actually do something about the news. Interestingly, John doesn’t mention the mental health aspects of limiting news consumption.
Parking in the garage, Suzi and I took the stairs down and headed opposite directions, though both to work. She crossed the road and I walked to Max. I arrived at an empty station and pulled out my camera.
A few months ago, in the midst of a smokey week, I took a picture from the same stop.
This morning, our phones beeped and we discovered Jamison had sent us our traditional first day of school pictures. We’re so proud!
I wonder how many more years I’ll get to do this. Not too many more, I’d bet.
After a fun Monday at work, Melissa and Jamison took me to Cannon Beach. We got there about 15 minutes before sunset.
With Ashley, Melissa, Jamison, and Mousse inviting me to a hike in Forest Park, the day’s plans were clear. We hiked up the Ridge Trail from the south end of St. Johns Bridge. After our hike, we visited Cathedral Park.
Last Saturday and yesterday, Suzi and I visited Cannon Beach — twice. It was glorious!
On Saturday, we went with Ashley, Kevin and family.
Yesterday, we arrived later afternoon, visited Insomnia, and walked to the rock. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the water so far out. And it was warm! Normally, the water is so cold that my ankles ache immediately upon stepping into the water. This time, wading was no problem.
After eating, we took our chairs out onto the beach and watched the sun set while people walked and cartwheeled by.
A parade brings out a lot of people, great for taking pictures. It was a good parade!
I reached a milestone yesterday: I donated my 24th pint of blood — 3 gallons!1 I used to have a rule: no talking about needles while I’m driving.2 We want to keep the driver conscious. I decided my fear of needles wasn’t optimal and decided to donate blood to get over it.
If you want to donate blood, too, but think you might want a donor buddy, feel free to contact me. We can do this!
Entering Director Park, I paused to look up.
Collections are cool. We find all sorts of things, label them, and put them in small, square boxes. Rocks, stamps, coins, galaxies. Along the way we learn geology, geography, history, cosmology.
We also learn classification, taxonomy. We get better at putting things in small, square boxes.
Sedimentary, igneous, metamorphic. Definitive, commemorative, special. Mint, used. Spiral, bar, irregular, barred spiral, lenticular, peculiar.
What do we do when reality is more complex than our taxonomy? What if we collect colors and discover the rainbow is a continuum?
Some might say, get more small, square boxes. And maybe that’s okay as long as we recognize that small, square boxes can’t fully capture reality. That small, square boxes can’t change reality. That small, square boxes can’t change a rainbow.