Make someone else happy Dave

Make someone else happy
Dave Winer’s post today about How to help peace reminded me of a couple of new age/old age aphorisms.

If you want to be happy – be happy.

    Most of us say “I’ll be happy when…” “I’ll be happy when I am wealthy” “I’ll be happy when I am healthy”

    More often it happens the other way round – decide to be happy and there’s a good chance that your enthusiasm and sense of self worth will make you attractice to prospective employers and you will be successfull.
    Decide to be happy and you won’t have the same reasons for self hate and self abuse and you will look after your body and be healthier.

and the other was:

    If you want to experience joy, make someone else feel joyful: if you want to feel happy, make someone else feel happy. etc etc

Celebrity, ageing, nostalgia, intimacy, …

Celebrity, ageing, nostalgia, intimacy, …

I’ve just been watching “The Sound of Music Children – After They Were Famous” on TV�and it had it all of the above (as well as having employed a good mate of mine as researcher).

Amazing to see those famous children as “fifty something”s.

It made me melancholy again thinking of my kids in fifty years time. What will the passage of time have done to the beautiful light shining from their faces, how will joy and sadness have sculpted their bodies, will their “scripts” have been happy or sad?

Make it “The British” and

Make it “The British” and I agree!
The English have long had a peculiar relationship to walking. “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride” strikes the right note of equestrian and motorised disdain. Yet “Shanks’s pony” has often been the chosen mount. Certain virtues attach to walking: fresh air intake, micro-gazing at flora and fauna, consumption of the landscape as an aesthetic experience. Whether in city or country, the English walker has often distinguished himself as a connoisseur of weather, atmosphere, and animate nature. John Gay and Jonathan Swift exquisitely catalogued urban filth a century before Charles Baudelaire invented the flaneur.

Radical Walking via wood s lot

Maybe it’s just me…. I’ve

Maybe it’s just me….
I’ve been looking after my youngest daughter (one year old) all day today and we had a great day on our own!

But for some inexplicable reason I ended up in tears, sobbing as I sat on a seat in the bathroom as she played in her bath.

Maybe it was her unconstrained glee at splashing so much that the whole bathroom ended up soaked. Maybe it was the complete trust and optimisim in her eyes which touched a nerve in my own psyche…reminded me of the small child inside of me.

Maybe it was just the feeling of loving someone so much….so much more than myself, so completely and utterly that I forgot myself……

Maybe I cried because of the sadness of holding onto myself so much of the time, protecting myself……maybe I was jealous?

Maybe it’s just me….

Maybe it’s just me….
I’ve been looking after my youngest daughter (one year old) all day today and we had a great day on our own!

But for some inexplicable reason I ended up in tears, sobbing as I sat on a seat in the bathroom as she played in her bath.

Maybe it was her unconstrained glee at splashing so much that the whole bathroom ended up soaked. Maybe it was the complete trust and optimisim in her eyes which touched a nerve in my own psyche…reminded me of the small child inside of me.

Maybe it was just the feeling of loving someone so much….so much more than myself, so completely and utterly that I forgot myself……

Maybe I cried because of the sadness of holding onto myself so much of the time, protecting myself……maybe I was jealous?

Google – good or bad?

Google – good or bad?
It does worry me a bit the prominence given to blogs by Google. I get a lot of searches for combinations of words in my blog (biker+ babes seems a favourite) which must send some people away very disappointed!

While it’s nice to get the hits the fact that my blog comes very high up in Google for more serious searches isn’t such a good thing. If it winds up with people genuinely looking for information being disappointed then that reflects badly on Google and on my blog.