You Have Only To Ask

Sometimes I feel I’m the only one left on the planet that appreciates that tingle you get when the gods lick your id. These celestial kisses wouldn’t even hit most people’s radar because they are taken for granted by a majority of the population. Mark Morford, one of my journalistic heroes, recently wrote about just such an experience. It’s comforting to know I’m not as alone as I think. Here’s the article:

http://feeds.sfgate.com/~r/sfgate/rss/feeds/morford/~3/115821779/article.cgi

Is it naïve to feel like a child just discovering the world even after 38 years of existence? Some might say so, but I love those moments of wonder. If I could reside in that state every second I would.

The first piece of art I see on my wall every morning is a quote from Albert Einstein that goes “There are two ways to live your life: one is to see nothing as a miracle, the other is to see everything as a miracle.”

Just last night I was busily proofreading a new college geography book for some extra cash, and I came across a sentence that gave me pause on what the proper grammar would be. I shifted slightly to my right, tapped a few keys on my Macbook (which was sitting patiently on the table, connected to nothing and everything at the same time—how Zen) and had the answer at my fingertips in a matter of seconds (which were calculated, recorded, and displayed by Google to remind me just how fast their techno spins). I’m no newb to the web or computers, but I am still awed that I can ask anything of Google and I am instantly offered roughly a bazillion answers. And I don’t even have to know how the choices appear, I just have to know how to ask.

But that’s really the trick to the whole universe isn’t it? :)