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Distracted Thinking…

If you’ve ever seen a ship in a bottle (that is done well) it lends itself to the curiosity as to how did the artisan get that ship into the bottle?  While the truth of the matter is rather simple (it was assembled inside the bottle, which is a talent unto itself), the actuality of my point is this: Why is it SO important for us to know how it was done, instead of appreciating the fact it was done and done well?

Who cares HOW? Just enjoy!

I’ve got one of those personalities that tends to wonder (and wander) about things that are pretty much useless tidbits of information.  For example, I wonder about “Firsts”:

  • What was the first person to eat lobster thinking?  Lobster is usually not a shoreline critter, isn’t exactly pretty to look at, and doesn’t seem to be overly thrilled about being dropped into a of of boiling water. So what kind of person was it that decided on this course (pun intended) of action?


  • Cashew nuts are wrapped in a shell that is poisonous. Who was the first guy to discover the nut inside the shell?  Probably not the first guy that actually bit the shell, obviously, but there are some hardcore people out there that would fight through the poison just to prove there’s a nut.


  • Think about the cup of coffee you’ve enjoyed (or are still enjoying).  That coffee has been through quite a process.  The beans were grown, picked at a certain time of year, roasted at a particular temperature for a specific amount of time, then they are ground up, hot water is passed through them, and voila….you cuppa joe is born.  Who was the first person to think up THAT process.


  • I also read about a particularly rare and delicious coffee that takes an even more bizarre journey. First, the beans are eaten by a particular goat and the outer shell is digested.  The actual bean is pooped out by the goat, and that bean is harvested from said poo, to begin its roasting and water adventure.  Who was desperate enough for a cup of coffee so as to dig through goat poo to get the beans?


  • The person who figured out that copper wire was a good conductor of electricity; I can see them in a lab (complete with lots of buzzing electrical thingies) running up to the lab tech with the ends of two copper wires.  “Here, hold these for a second.” Dash back, crank the handle on the generator, and the smell of roasting lab tech hair fills the room, and the Don King hairstyle is born.

I remember as a child, and YES I was once a child, asking all sorts of questions trying to figure out “why?” and being told by many a frustrated (and longsuffering) adult that I should really spend more time appreciating the inventions instead of constantly trying to figure out why or how.  This is true up to a point, I believe.  We do need to appreciate the things of life we enjoy, for we do take them for granted far too often.  Yet if we are satisfied and become complacent, then there can be no discovery or invention.

Imagine if the Neanderthals were satisfied roaming about the countryside fire free and clothing free.  Gnawing on bits and branches they find lying about.  What would we be doing right now? 

Ponder, appreciate, and seek!

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Mental Flotsam

I awoke this morning, much the same way as every other workday morning, with great physical violence and verbal abuse being directed upon my alarm clock.  Then came the slow realization, once again, that the coffee pot has not yet been purchased that will bring the steaming nectar of elixir heaven to my bedside.  Thus, with immense effort, I pushed myself upright and toddled off toward the kitchen.  At some point in my sojourn, I apparently opened my eyes (most likely to avoid breaking a toe or some other useful bone by tripping of the odd piece of furniture), and that, in and of itself, proved my mental faculties were still functioning somewhat.

While waiting for the Keurig to stop hissing at me, a few thoughts floated through the open window of my mind:

  • No matter how fast the invention, it never seems to be fast enough.  The Keurig is fast. Much faster than my drip coffeemaker, yet I still find myself almost apoplectic waiting for the coffee to finish.  Computers are ever faster, but we insist they’re not fast enough.
  • Why did we decide to participate in the Human Race. Will there be prizes? How do you know if you win? Isn’t the “finish line” pretty much a downer for the living?
  • If we’re so genetically close to monkeys, why aren’t there more Orangutan Ice Cream Shoppes?
  • Every part of my body has been sunburned at some point, and you may stop laughing now, EXCEPT for the palms of my hands. How did that happen?
  • Why is it that the Mission of Star Trek’s Enterprise was “to go where no man had gone before” yet their GPS (aka Computerella) always knew where to take them?
  • We get upset when someone has the nerve to fart in the elevator, yet fish swim around in their collective waste all the time without complaint (and we swim right along with them in the stew).
  • How does Kermit the Frog know it’s not easy being green?  Has he ever tried being aqua?

At this point the burning sensation in my hand told me that perhaps I should have placed a cup beneath the spout.  The second attempt, if the lesson has been properly learned, usually goes much smoother.  

This, in turn, sparked another round of mental detritus:

  • Since yawns are so contagious, wouldn’t it be fun to catch a speaker’s attention and just start yawning?  
  • How can you know when I’m having a mid-life crises? Do you know when I reach the mid-point?
  • I figure time must be relative because every clock I see has a different time on it.
  • Cigar smoking is frowned upon, but smoked salmon is encouraged?
  •  Why do some put so much time, energy and effort into looking good, then get offended when people look?

Such is the mental flotsam that tends to bounce about the recesses of emptiness between my ears.  And now, here I am at my desk pondering such things.

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Well Now…

YOU are inspiring to someone!

Eyes creaked open as the alarm rudely screamed its skin shredding shrillness!  After several vile words, some thoughts what were far from kind, and a smidgen of violence, the noise ceased and I had a moment to contemplate whether or not to take a sick day or not.  But I’m not exactly ill…..just unmotivated.  Why is that? 

I managed to accost the coffee pot, and having retrieved the soothing elixir, toddled off to the shower for my daily ritual (yes, I shower daily…..most of the time…..whether I need it or not).  Drove to the office, after having dressed, so you can stop snickering, and was still feeling unmotivated.  Nothing I could truly set my finger on, just a general feeling of BLAH-ness.  I began to ponder this, as my mind is wont to do. 

Did I get enough sleep? Yes, functionally speaking. 

Did I get enough coffee?  Working on that part, it’s an all day process of careful balance. 

And then, as I was walking across the parking lot, I saw it…a flower growing through the pavement.  “What’s the big deal about that?” Glad you asked, think about how heavy asphalt is.  Now imagine how much sunlight makes it through.  Imagine how much water rushes through.  And yet, this flower still made its way to the surface and shared with me its beauty. 

That is inspiring to me.  In spite of all that may lie against me, to still bring out some spark of wonder is inspiring and motivating.

Or it could be that I just need more coffee!

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