This is Club Awesome.
There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader’s hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books.
Five shows I remember watching at my grandparents’ house every day with my little sister after school while we waited for mom to come home from work:
Stop trying to fill your head with science — for to fill your heart with love is enough.
Richard P. Feynman
Not that I ever play the lottery, because I don’t, but if I did, and if I won, here are the first five people I’d call:
“A good film is when the price of the dinner, the theatre admission and the babysitter were worth it.”
I like this photo of my mom because I have to believe she liked it. It shows her as an adult and in probably the best shape of her life. Her only complaint, I bet, would be that my sister and I are not in it, and so it is not a true representation of her because we were her whole life.
She died on August 12th, 2012, which was two years ago. I remember collapsing to the ground before I even hung up the phone. To the end, to the very moment before I received the call, I believed that I would get to talk to her again; I believed with all my heart and clung desperately and unashamedly to the hope that everything would be all right. So I guess I am really not as smart as you might think.
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Sometimes you don’t know if you’re Caesar about to cross the Rubicon or Captain Queeg cutting your own tow line.
You eventually learn that true priorities are like arms; if you think you have more than a couple, you’re either lying or crazy.
My five favorite weeks of the year:
You can’t keep blaming yourself. Just blame yourself once, and move on.