“Because I am in the habit of asking myself what it is I want to do with this wild and precious life now every day. And sometimes the answer is as simple as making brownies and finishing a load of laundry. Or perhaps a very unpoetic go to Costco and peel the dried gum out of the car seat. But then again, the unpoetic answers are always balanced with the more beautiful ones.”—
*this. so much this. I feel like I spend so much of this life of mine waiting for something to happen, looking for the big stuff. Celebrating the big stuff. Today is for celebrating this wild and precious life, however you will.
“I have a manuscript—will you be my editor? My [mother’s brother’s best friend’s daughter’s childhood crush’s dog] has a manuscript, will you take a look at it? My dad, friend, grandpa, hairdresser etc is writing a book - can you help them get it published?”—
“Every workplace should have a store of booze. (We’re presuming your workplace is not a hospital or a day care center or a bus. Or a bar.) Mainly brown booze: Scotch and bourbon. Some good tequila. Also, some gin. All good to very good quality. (Vodka is nonessential. Neither is beer. If someone wants beer, he can start stocking the fridge with beer. If someone wants vodka, he should try gin.)”—
“Anyone who’s ever been on a roller coaster knows the feeling—the stomach-in-your-throat sensation that hits just as you plunge over a steep curve. Well, according to the Sacramento Bee, it’s not just a feeling. Scientists say your stomach, internal organs and the liquids coursing through your body actually move towards your head. It’s about as close as most of us will get to experiencing what astronauts go through.”—