Last Saturday, I asked my 94-year-old mother what she had for breakfast. She paused and said with complete sincerity,"I forgot to remember." And honestly… I didn’t know whether to laugh, put it on a T-shirt, or adopt it as my personal life motto. At 94, she’s earned the right to forget a few things. Breakfast, lunch, or even a thought.It got me thinking...there’s a beautiful kind of freedom in forgetting to remember. Less stress, fewer worries, and a perfect built-in excuse for pretty much everything.
When I was young I did not drink coffee. As the years passed, I slowly developed an affinity for a cup of black coffee, which I nursed through the day at my desk .What's more, I loaded up on cups of black coffee (containing caffeine, a legal performance enhancing drug) before my marathons for an extra beneficial boost.
We were just seated in a restaurant at 20th Street and Tenth Avenue.“Hi Flo, hi Ben …. Steve, what are you doing in my neighborhood?” as he moved on to a nearby table.A familiar face but no quick recognition.
You set a password every 60 to 90 days. Then you have to re-set it. For security reasons of course. Its not easy to think of a good password, something you like, something you can remember. Then you think of one you really like, then you have to change it. And you cant re-use the password again, its basically gone from your rotation. This is the best technology we can come up with?
Do you give it? And if so, how?
Constructive criticism is not always easy to give.
I quite unexpectedly missed an event last week due to an unforeseen circumstance. I called the host the next day to more fully explain my absence and apologize. While on the phone we chatted about the event.
In discussing the event he mentioned an off-color comment one of the guests made. I quickly responded, “That’s offensive.” His response was “Is it though? Maybe she meant this. . . “ I told him that was a generous view of the comment.
In the last two weeks, my daughter made us proud again. A few months back, I shared how Marisa placed an op-ed and State Senator Toby Stavisky called me to advise she is sharing that commentary with her colleagues. Earlier this month, the legislation Marisa wrote in support of passed the State Legislature.
It's true, elephants know where to shop. In Thailand this week, one named Plai Biang Lek casually wandered into a grocery store. Surveillance and social media videos show the elephant strolling in, as if he had a shopping list, calmly stopping at the counter, and helping himself to nine bags of sweet rice crackers, a sandwich, and some dried bananas.
