less than 5 hours before a new decade starts. funny how we compress time into little groups that make it easier for us to wrap our minds around when in fact, time is but an illusion and this is all just one freakin' long day. really. on new years day, everyone takes a moment and thinks of what changes they'll make, what issues to address and for the first time all year, they take a breath. a deep breath. an honest-to-goodness breath. and you figure that's probably the only successful breath they'll have over the next 364 days. because there is stress and jobs and love and not love and families and births and deaths and groupons that get all jumbled up in this mix and you find yourself breathing in short, quick gasps. and i'm not talking just metaphorically.
so i plead you, my 4 faithful followers (and to those who secretly read these), breathe. and don't just do it tomorrow. allow yourself to take one long, strong, deep breath and hold it at least once a day. or start small and try it 3 times a week. mark it on your calendar, circle it, put a gold star next to it. what we do automatically every moment of our lives can have more impact when done with a sense of purpose.
and all the "life" you're dealing with won't seem so unmanageable. and maybe, just maybe, you'll get your taxes done early. or you'll decide to enroll in that bartending class you've been told you should do. or you'll allow yourself an extra 15 minutes in a warm bath. or you'll try that new indian place down the road you've always walked by, secretly wishing you just went in and got that gosh darn samosa!
point is, before you make lofty (and not-so-lofty) resolutions, remember the most important one (though not the easiest as you'd think). breathe.
and with that said, i wish you all a wonderful new year. as for me, i have 5 hours to stretch my diaphragm and prep myself for that first breath of 2011.
cheers,
matt
12.31.2010
12.28.2010
tuesdays with matty
tuesday. tuuuuesday. there's a 'liquid u' in that word. it's haunted me for 5 years now thanks to some foreign guy named lev learning to speak english - don't ask, don't tell.
oh wait, that doesn't exist anymore - dang! ok, so i should tell you. so this guy, lev, was finding his way through the pronounciation of our colorful language and for some reason the word 'tuesday' stuck out and when my esl teacher "friend" (seriously don't ask, don't tell) told me about him saying, 'tuuuuuuuesday' over and over, it just never left my brain. never has a day of the week infected my mind before (though when 'x-files' used to be on friday nights, that was a big deal...)
but i digress...
'tuesdays with morrie' was a sweet book. and a sappy movie starring jack lemmon. and i think i will borrow the conceit and bring all my faithful followers (now at 4!) portions of pansophy on a weekly basis. after all, what's the point of writing all this down if you, my dearies, can't take something away from it.
so here's my first worldly lesson that should be duly noted - when giving gifts to loved ones, it's always best to have partially used it yourself already. for example, my dear friend coog recently reminded me of a package i once sent her for her birthday. amongst the treasures she received was a mad libs book and as she flipped through the pages, she saw that i had already filled in some of the blanks. her initial reaction was, "matt, you gave me a half-used mad libs book that you probably found under your bed." and she was right, BUT, my counter argument was that i gave that used book to her (a plethora of adjectives, nouns and verbs already filling out fantastical sentences) in the hopes that she would finish the remaining blanks, so that we essentially worked on it together - our two minds would have created some amazingly funny one-liners, for sure, and, since she was living on the other side of the country, it would be like we were there side-by-side doling out words like 'munificent' or 'prismatic' or 'bum'. i mean, you get it, right? a sweet gesture under the umbrella of friendship.
well, needless to say, my following birthday i received a half-roll of toilet paper with a note attached: "happy birthday, matt! everytime you pillage and plunder the john, it will be like i'm right there, sharing the experience with you. and don't worry, you'll come across some used sections of tp, but think of them as adjectives and pronouns."
it truly was the best gift ever. clearly my lesson had reached through to her.
and i still have it. under my bed.
oh wait, that doesn't exist anymore - dang! ok, so i should tell you. so this guy, lev, was finding his way through the pronounciation of our colorful language and for some reason the word 'tuesday' stuck out and when my esl teacher "friend" (seriously don't ask, don't tell) told me about him saying, 'tuuuuuuuesday' over and over, it just never left my brain. never has a day of the week infected my mind before (though when 'x-files' used to be on friday nights, that was a big deal...)
but i digress...
'tuesdays with morrie' was a sweet book. and a sappy movie starring jack lemmon. and i think i will borrow the conceit and bring all my faithful followers (now at 4!) portions of pansophy on a weekly basis. after all, what's the point of writing all this down if you, my dearies, can't take something away from it.
so here's my first worldly lesson that should be duly noted - when giving gifts to loved ones, it's always best to have partially used it yourself already. for example, my dear friend coog recently reminded me of a package i once sent her for her birthday. amongst the treasures she received was a mad libs book and as she flipped through the pages, she saw that i had already filled in some of the blanks. her initial reaction was, "matt, you gave me a half-used mad libs book that you probably found under your bed." and she was right, BUT, my counter argument was that i gave that used book to her (a plethora of adjectives, nouns and verbs already filling out fantastical sentences) in the hopes that she would finish the remaining blanks, so that we essentially worked on it together - our two minds would have created some amazingly funny one-liners, for sure, and, since she was living on the other side of the country, it would be like we were there side-by-side doling out words like 'munificent' or 'prismatic' or 'bum'. i mean, you get it, right? a sweet gesture under the umbrella of friendship.
well, needless to say, my following birthday i received a half-roll of toilet paper with a note attached: "happy birthday, matt! everytime you pillage and plunder the john, it will be like i'm right there, sharing the experience with you. and don't worry, you'll come across some used sections of tp, but think of them as adjectives and pronouns."
it truly was the best gift ever. clearly my lesson had reached through to her.
and i still have it. under my bed.
12.27.2010
inception
ah yes, the miracle of birth. here it is, in its most beautiful, untouched manner - the blog. as i sit here, stranded in my house for multiple days by a raging blizzard, i'm overwhelmed by the millions of thoughts that go whizzing through my head. it's just all too much for one mind to handle.
so i created this. a b-log. and don't get me wrong, this is most definitely a b-log. i'm a b-celebrity, after all, so a b-log is only appropriate.
and in case you were wondering, i'm a b-celebrity because i was on "vampire diaries" for a multi-arc episode as a vengeful satyr.
but i digress. here's hoping this b-log lasts longer than a haagen daaz pint in my freezer.
welcome.
so i created this. a b-log. and don't get me wrong, this is most definitely a b-log. i'm a b-celebrity, after all, so a b-log is only appropriate.
and in case you were wondering, i'm a b-celebrity because i was on "vampire diaries" for a multi-arc episode as a vengeful satyr.
but i digress. here's hoping this b-log lasts longer than a haagen daaz pint in my freezer.
welcome.
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