Here’s to thirty years of pleasantness.
First Kiss (creator asked 20 strangers to kiss for the first time)
This makes me unbelievably happy.
|—||Inside the Barista Class by Molly Osberg in The Awl.|
|—||Jonathan Lebed: Stock Manipulator, SEC Nemesis — And 15 in the NYT in 2001. It’s a classic Michael Lewis narrative longform piece, and full of little anti-authoritarian gems like this one. Darn youths!|
In my entire week with the Dalai Lama, every conceivable question had been asked—except this one. People had been afraid to ask the one—the really big—question. There was a brief, stunned silence at the table.
The Dalai Lama answered immediately. “The meaning of life is happiness.” He raised his finger, leaning forward, focusing on her as if she were the only person in the world. “Hard question is not, ‘What is meaning of life?’ That is easy question to answer! No, hard question is what make happiness. Money? Big house? Accomplishment? Friends? Or …” He paused. “Compassion and good heart? This is question all human beings must try to answer: What make true happiness?” He gave this last question a peculiar emphasis and then fell silent, gazing at her with a smile.
|—||The Dalai Lama goes skiing, in Slate.|
I skateboarded a lot when I was younger, and maybe part of that was because I’d known my dad to get kicked out of my brother’s hockey games for arguing with the ref. Mostly, though, I think I enjoyed it because it was one of the only activities where us kids could do things without adult supervision. We were competitive with one another. We would hunt down spots and improvise constantly. We had fun, without anyone to tell us how ‘fun’ should look.
I remember skating down a street one day and seeing a girl from my class lean out of the window of her parent’s minivan, wave and say hello, before it sped off towards her softball practice. I felt a little sorry for her.