Leo Babauta recently summarized lessons he’s learned over ten years of publishing Zen Habits:
I love experience roundups like this. Some interesting insights:
“The pull of distractions and urges to buy things (to solve problems or give us pleasure) is incredibly strong. Consumerism pulls on us every day, every time we watch TV, read online, see friends or strangers using products … and results in us owning too man possessions and getting too deep in debt.”
“I experimented with giving up goals after being very focused on goals for years. It was liberating, and it turns out, you don’t just do nothing if you don’t have a goal. You get up and focus on what you care about.”
“The deeper I dive into mindfulness, the more I find that you can’t really work with anything important without it.”
Charming as all.
Out of every hundred people,
those who always know better:
Unsure of every step:
almost all the rest.
Ready to help,
if it doesn’t take long:
because they cannot be otherwise:
four — well, maybe five.
Able to admire without envy:
Led to error
by youth (which passes):
sixty, plus or minus.
Those not to be messed with:
Living in constant fear
of someone or something:
Capable of happiness:
twenty-some-odd at most.
turning savage in crowds:
more than half, for sure.
when forced by circumstances:
it’s better not to know,
not even approximately.
Wise in hindsight:
not many more
than wise in foresight.
Getting nothing out of life except things:
(though I would like to be wrong).
Balled up in pain
and without a flashlight in the dark:
eighty-three, sooner or later.
Those who are just:
quite a few, thirty-five.
But if it takes effort to understand:
Worthy of empathy:
one hundred out of one hundred —
a figure that has never varied yet.
— Wislawa Szymborska
(translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak)
I’m not pregnant anymore! Rum, come here so I can kiss you on the mouth.
Our rental in Mexico had a blender, so I made a boozle of fruity drinks. This one is creamy and delicious, and you problematically can’t taste the alcohol. I prefer Kraken Rum because it’s vanilla-y, but you can probably use whatever.
For three drinks, combine the following in a blender:
3 cups frozen mango
1/2 cup vanilla almond milk
3 shots Kraken Rum
Blend until smooth, and garnish with sweetened shaved coconut. Then go find a hammock.
Accomplishment of a lifetime: I Was a Black, Female Thru Hiker on the Appalachian Trail.
Speaking of explorers, did you see this piece in California Sunday about the private citizens who are building their own (feasible) rockets to Mars? Mars Madness: “You have this dream to do this really cool thing, but you always think in the beginning: It’s not for you. It’s not gonna happen …. Then one day you start to realize: It could be you.”
Useful: Neven’s simple checklist of things to remember when you launch a new project.
Tabletop Moonshine Still — Let’s get one and have moonshine parties when the moon is shiny.
Good price on this dress for your gallery show.
This story reminds me of how few disciplines have access to data scientists, and software designers and engineers. Serial Killers Should Fear This Algorithm
“Using Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests, MAP has tried to chase down data from the many municipalities and counties that weren’t supplying their murder data to the FBI, out of bureaucratic laziness, a lack of manpower, or perhaps just rank incompetence. MAP has already assembled case details on 638,454 homicides from 1980 through 2014, including 23,219 cases that hadn’t been reported to the FBI. This is the most complete list of case-level details of U.S. murders available anywhere, and the group’s website has open-sourced all of it.”
Cute, ultra-simple place cards from Oh Happy Day for our Shiny Moon parties.
I’ve historically been pretty meh on Disney, but Brad and his family are way into it. So, having two kids and not being a monster, I’ve decided to get all the way onboard. It’s too crap to be rolling your eyes while everyone around you is awake with wonder. Alllll riiiight, I can be joyful. Let’s do this!
Anyway, in the few times we’ve been, I found my thing. Subcultures. Disneyland has a bunch of happiness-based subcultures. They are amazing, and there are too many to count. I love them so much, I feel slightly hectic about it.
Anyway, three of the most interesting subcultures are: social clubs, superfans, and “bounders.”
Folks in Disney Social Clubs often travel in packs, and wear matching jackets or vests, like a ’50s-era biker gang whose members are all about cartoons.
Some of them cover their vests in enamel pins, sort of like what you’d see at political conventions. Lots of them also have Disney tattoos.
They’re usually (always?) locals who have annual Disneyland passes. If you’re not used to large groups of people with tattoos, I should say these folks are very, very nice. Imagine the kind of adults you know who might form a club based on their affection for an anthropomorphic mouse. They’re like that.
Some people who come to the park are into Disney cosplay. Sort of like little girls who show up to Disneyland in a full Elsa costume, except grownups.
Disney technically doesn’t allow grownups or teenagers into the park if they’re in costume — which means no wigs or props, nothing too spot on. They don’t want some rando coming in dressed as a grotty Captain Hook, because he wants to take photos with little kids. And legit on that, Disney. High fives.
Superfans get around this rule by dressing “referentially.” So they can’t be mistaken for an official Disney character, but they also can’t leave the park and bite into an apple without falling unconscious. As it were.
And here’s the one that really has my heart, “Disney Bounding.” Disney Bounders make a distinction between cosplay and being Disney Bound, as outlined in this video. They are rules followers whose love of Disney is too strong for them to stop wearing costumes to the park simply because they’ve reached adulthood. Allow me to sum up:
If you’re wearing an outfit that references a Disney character, but doesn’t read as a costume outside the park — or sometimes to half the people in the park — that’s Disney Bounding. It’s actually called “Bounding,” because be cool you guys.
These costumes are a little magical to me, because the best ones take an imaginary world and express it in a tangible way.
They’re a big wink to people who know to look for it, but you can still go out into the real world afterward without being like, “I AM WHIMSICAL! ACKNOWLEDGE MY WHIMSY.” Also, no one mistakes you for a pedophile, which? Favorable side effect. You can usually tell who these people are because they’re wearing color in unusual combinations.
Interesting, eh? I’m so into it.
Anyway, would you ever wear a Disneybound outfit if you were going to a park?
Sure, you say. You can think of no reasons not to. Shhhhhhhhhh. Wear this polkadot hair bow I got you. You look real cute.