“There are many points in your life when you would happily give up every convenience and technology invented over the last three centuries or so if only to go back to a time when it was perfectly reasonable to riot en masse against the wealthy and decapitate them in the public square. This is one of them.”—Mandatory Binding Arbitration | MetaFilter [XQUZYPHYR]
There’s a Zen story about a student who made a special point of keeping all the Buddhist precepts. Once, however, while walking at night, he stepped on something that made a squishing sound. He imagined that he must have stepped on an egg-bearing frog. Immediately he was filled with fear and regret, for the precepts include not killing. When he went to sleep that night he dreamed that hundreds of frogs came to him, demanding his life in exchange.
When morning came, he went back to the place the incident had occurred and found that he had stepped on an overripe eggplant. Suddenly his confusion stopped.
Ben is one of those maddeningly awesome people who can answer obtuse questions from weird people with ease. I am not sure I possess either the technical knowledge or the verbal prowess to describe the tech mastery he pulled off, but if I was really rich I’d pay him loads of money to make stuff every day.
“Australian Colloquialism for a woman’s pubic hair. Originated from the similarity in shape of a woman’s public hair to the shape of Australian Island State of Tasmania.”—Urban Dictionary: Map Of Tassie (Thanks to George Oates for educating me on this one)
Hilarity resides in the two classes of advice we’ve received from virtually every parental advice-giver whom we’ve encountered — and there have been many, even in the less than seven days we’ve now been parents. I mean, we’re talking well over 80% here.
The twin columns of supreme parental advice seem to go something like this:
"Despite whatever anyone else ever says to you, always do what feels right to you.”
"Now, without fail, be sure you do precisely what I’m about to tell you…”
It’s fun, and it’s totally sweet, and frankly it’s become a bit of a drinking game between Mad and me, waiting for the 1, and then bracing for the inevitable 2.
Clearly, this is a role of indescribably complex emotional engagement. To not share opinions on the stuff they feel most insanely strongly about in their life would both deny them a chance to discuss their favorite (and most hard-won) memories, as well as — what? — theoretically deprive us of The Empirically Best Advice Ever™. It’s win-win.
The whole thing is so sweet, but it is also very, very funny.
It’s a crazy ride, even after only six days on the road, but we’ve both been loving the contours of every turn so far. So very much.