Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Anyone who names their kid Rumi gets my support.
Yesterday, I was walking through Washington Square Park when I noticed a small boy and his mother selling cowboy supplies. “We’re saving up for a horse,” they told me.
The boy’s name was Rumi. After speaking with Rumi’s mother, I learned that Rumi has loved horses his entire life. He has horse themed shirts, toys, and backpacks. All those things are great. But Rumi’s biggest dream is to own a horse. “You can get one for $1000!” he told me. After a full afternoon of selling cowboy supplies, he’d raised $1. He seemed a little downtrodden by the afternoon’s results, but committed to his ultimate goal.
That night, I jumped on the phone with a couple of horse experts— not Rumi’s parents— who have special expertise regarding kids who want horses. These horse experts— not Rumi’s parents— told me that having a horse is super expensive. It’s just about impossible for normal parents, especially ones who live in a small NYC apartment, and who aren’t wealthy, to provide a horse for their child. Sometimes this can be quite heartbreaking.
So I thought of a plan. Let’s send Rumi on a Wild West Adventure! With the size of the HONY audience, it’d be quite a simple thing to do. I spent all last night making phone calls, and threw in $300 to get us started. Please consider tossing a few coins in the [cowboy] hat:
I saw this piece a few Sundays ago and haven’t been able to get Joe the Barber off my mind or out of my heart.
LOVE is all you need to make a family.
"People love Facebook. They really love it," Biz Stone wrote earlier this month. “My mother-in-law looks hypnotized when she decides to put in some Facebook time.”
She is not the only one. ComScore estimates Facebook eats up 11 percent of all the time spent online in the United States. Its users have been known to spend an average of 400 minutes a month on the site.
I know the hypnosis, as I’m sure you do, too. You start clicking through photos of your friends of friends and next thing you know an hour has gone by. It’s oddly soothing, but unsatisfying. Once the spell is broken, I feel like I’ve just wasted a bunch of time. But while it’s happening, I’m caught inside the machine, a human animated GIF: I. Just. Cannot. Stop.
Or maybe it’ll come on when I’m scrolling through tweets at night before bed. I’m not even clicking the links or responding to people. I’m just scrolling down, or worse, pulling down with my thumb, reloading, reloading.
Or sometimes, I get caught in the melancholy of Tumblr’s infinite scroll.
Are these experiences, as Stone would have it, love? The tech world generally measures how much you like a service by how much time you spend on it. So a lot of time equals love.
My own intuition is that this is not love. It’s something much more technologically specific that MIT anthropologist Natasha Schüll calls “the machine zone.”
Read more. [Image: Sarah Rich]
"Everything else falls away," Schüll says to Mars. "A sense of monetary value, time, space, even a sense of self is annihilated in the extreme form of this zone that you enter."
Too bad people don’t realize that the same thing happens when you meditate only it’s VASTLY more productive to the body, mind and spirit and therefore actually time well spent.
William Lyon Phelps
Someone special shared this with me today and I really needed to hear it. Big ups to the powers that be for constantly bringing me who and what I need and ridding me of who and what I don’t. I am humbled and grateful.
I absolutely LOVE the addition of the sax to this. Emma will die a thousand times when she hears it and will IMMEDIATELY grab hers to learn it.
However, without this:
"Wherever I go, whatever I do…I wonder where I am in my relationship to you…”
it is incomplete for me somehow. Forever and ALWAYS a favorite and I was overwhelmed that we got it in STL.
Happy birthday, J. K. Rowling! Celebrate with her fantastic Harvard commencement address on the value of failure – a fine addition to our ongoing archive of invaluable life advice. (via explore-blog)
I have loved this speech a long time and in ‘08, the last line was a beacon to me. But in 2013, this line resonates:
"I stopped pretending to myself to be anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me."
(Source: , via explore-blog)