Category Archives: Quote

Don’t Worry What People Think…

I suppose that an awareness of what people around us are thinking does drive at least a few of our decisions – for example, I get dressed each day – mostly so I will offend as few people as possible.  I also make an attempt to stay within the speed limit when I see a policeman, because I do care about what s/he might be thinking when or if they see me speeding.

For the most part, however, my decisions are driven by what I think is right, not necessarily by others.  This bumper sticker seems to drive that point home (unfortunately, I’m people – so I fall into this category too):

Enjoy!

Deja Vu with a Twist (of Sons)

“Do you believe in Deja vu?” – Didn’t you just ask me that?”  This is one of my favorite exchanges from my favorite movie: Groundhog day.

I experienced deja vu with a slight twist last night.

My 12 year old son and I went to Magic Mountain (here in SoCal) for a private party (my university rents the park one night each year for current students, alumni, friends, and etc. to mix).  One of the good things about going each year is that it is cheap (our tickets were $25) and the lines are short – really short – as in non-existant (attendance is about a quarter of a normal operating day).  We not only did not wait in line, but following several rides we were asked if we wanted to ride again.

About two hours into the evening, while driving the bumper cars, I was overwhelmed with this sense of deja vu – with a twist. 

(As background) On my 13th birthday, my dad took me to Magic Mountain (about a month after it opened).  There were few rides and (it seemed) fewer people, so on several rides we were asked if we wanted to ride again.  The bumper cars were our favorite ride of the day.

(Back to last night) It hit me while I was chasing my son around in the bumper cars (same location since opening day) as I saw him glance back at me with an absolute look of joy on his face… and I saw me – more than 35 years before as my dad chased me around in the same bumper cars, laughing like mad.

How great is that?

Bumper Cars at Magic Mountain

Bumper Cars at Magic Mountain

Another Favorite Ride of My Dad, My Son, and Me.

Another Favorite Ride of My Dad, My Son, and Me.

The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (Bad Opening Sentences to Imaginary Novels)

Since there has been such an underwhelming response to an earlier post (One Sentence Romance Novels for Those Who Don’t Like to Read Romance Novels), I thought you might not want to read entries in the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest – named for Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton, who penned the words (that Snoopy stole) “It was a dark and stormy night” to open his novel, Paul Clifford (1830).  The contest is for the best of the bad opening sentences to imaginary novels.

Here is this year’s winner:

Theirs was a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning rubber, and like the city their passion was open 24/7, steam rising from their bodies like slick streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through manhole covers stamped “Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J.”

You can read more here (or not).

Make Each Day Memorable

I have been thinking about my life and was reminded of a quote by Charles Dickens in Great Expectations:

“Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”

I try to be aware of the incredible series of choices I make each day and realize that to some extent I am bound to or by those choices – good or bad.  I try to make each day memorable.