Think of all you would have missed if not for the journey, and know that the true worth of your travels lies not in where you come to be at journey's end, but in who you come to be ALONG THE WAY.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
New Job !!!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
CREMA Coffee House
CREMA Coffee House has been a Denver hot-spot for a while on upper Larimer (between LoDo and Five Points), but our friend, Jon Power (formerly of Olivea and Root Down), has recently designed a menu and begun serving breakfast and lunch as well! We were delighted to patronize Crema this morning for breakfast. The coffee is prepared French Press style, and it was about as exquisite as I have ever had, EVER. The breakfast/lunch menu offers simple, creative, gourmet and affordable options. You must check it out!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Phases of Happiness
In Gretchen Rubin's book, The Happiness Project, she proposes four stages of happiness to eke out the most from any experience:
1. Anticipation - talking, planning, dreaming, preparing, searching for background info on the net, looking at pictures of the proposed destination, what's called "rosy prospection"
2. Savoring - the moment as it unfolds, being present, pausing, looking around
3. Expressing - You can relive the experience as you tell people about it. Say it aloud. Express gratitude.
4. Remembering - through photographs, videos, reminiscing, memory book
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This blog mostly involves phase 3 and some 4. It brings me joy to express my happy experiences. It helps me not forget and causes me to be more present, more cognizant of sweet and precious moments.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Denver Now Recycles More than EVER!
Denver used to just recycle Plastics #1 & #2 whose openings were smaller than the whole container (basically bottles). I secretly used to hate seeing people put other types of containers in the recycling bins because I knew Denver was so strict, but now you can recycle all Plastics #1 - #7! Hooray!! Visit website: Denver Recycling
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Eats, Shoots, and Leaves
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
So, punctuation really does matter, even if it is only occasionally a matter of life and death.
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This is the story on the back of the book, Eats, Shoots and Leaves: the Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation, by Lynne Truss. I look forward to reading this when I get the chance. I was reminded of this book last night, when at church on the overhead screen, a line in a worship song stated, "its raining, its raining, its raining." And it admitedly distracted and disappointed me.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The New Book Club
March - Great Gatsby
April - Jane Eyre
May - Fahrenheit 451 ( I think)
July - Alice in Wonderland and Candide
August - Great Expectations
September - The Alchemist and The Awakening
And the marrow of the experience is: Responding to the novel in some creative, meaningful way (food, art, song, anything it inspires you to do), which you can share with the group when we meet. There's a blog for the Book Club on the right, but it is a bit outdated.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
For Whom the Bell Tolls
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
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John Donne wrote this while on what he thought was his death bed (it wasn't) as he had been struck by the plague. And he constantly heard the bells tolling for someone's funeral during those times. He was saying that it didn't matter whose funeral it was because we, mankind, are all the less with this man's passing.
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I think of this passage because our downstairs neighbor passed away last week. We came home on Friday to a terrible, all-encompassing stench and policemen all around the building. Of course we commented that it smelled like death, but you never think that it actually would be ... It wasn't until today that I discovered that our downstairs neighbor had passed away five days prior to being found. I just saw the lady in 204 on the rooftop on my birthday and we small talked a bit. And to think that in the past few days I had made a loud step and felt self-conscious about disturbing her downstairs, and I didn't even know that she had passed away...