Emissions have nothing to do with burrito night
Poor Kermit. He has had a tough time being green - just like me.
What Do You Think about When Running?
Recently, I started reading What I Talk about When I Talk about Running by Haruki Murakami, the Japanese novelist. The book is about how running informs Murakami's writing and how writing informs his running. If you are a runner or a writer, or both, you will enjoy the insights that he provides, which are part running thoughts, part writing thoughts, and part philosophical musings on both. But at one point near the beginning of the book, he mentions that people often ask him what he thinks about as he runs. He says, "I don't have a clue." Of course, he says, if it's cold outside, he is thinking about that, or if he's sad, he might think about sadness, or if he's happy, he might think about happiness. But, overall, he says, "I don't think much of anything worth mentioning."He just runs in a void; more precisely, he runs "to acquire a void." This sounds to me as if he uses running as a form of meditation, a moving meditation where he tries to stay in the moment and not really think at all.
Remembering pieces of history
Most objects can perform a function or purpose, but only a rare few can serve as a portal into the past. What if a piece of fabric could take you back in time?
