like the great Beatles song says, but love and taking the time to say so and sending it out in the world – maybe more important!
From a great newsletter I get from Robert Genn:
“Time is all you have. And you may find one day that you have less than you think.” (Randy Pausch)
Esoterica: Randy was upbeat and witty during his lecture, alternating between wisecracks and insights on computer science and engineering education. After doing a few push-ups on stage, he gave advice on building multi-disciplinary collaborations, working in groups and interacting with others, and offered inspirational life lessons. Speakers who followed up were in tears. CMU will celebrate Pausch’s impact on the world with a raised pedestrian bridge to connect the new Computer Science Building and the Center for the Arts, symbolizing the way Pausch linked disciplines. (my italics and bold)
Isn’t that last part great? My Aunt Eileen died last week and there was much discussion about how we lead our lives and the afterlife, but at the end, one thing we can do to remember someone is to try to be more like the good things we remember about them and do more to bridge between people and things in our lives. Randy Pausch never said to himself – we can’t do that because that department or program is different than the one I’m in. He said – we SHOULD do this because we’re both interested in the same thing and can work better together than we can apart. Seldom will that attitude be anything but better than our normal separatist notions.
Come together right now over me!
I started a new gallery page where I’ll throw any photos involving fabric and such that come along. Will be experimenting with uploading directly from phone so expect a lot of off-hand snaps.
Thanks to the NYTime’ Julia Heffernan for a fabulous look at the not so virtual intersection of relationship and technology:
I’m starting to think that Internet romances, including Mark Sanford’s, are not romances between people at all. They’re affairs with the Internet. Watch people who are newly in love, especially any kind of love that requires that the participants keep stealthy and apart, and they’re all over their iPhones and Palm Pres. It’s P.D.A. with P.D.A.’s. Romance seems to have become an online multiplayer fantasy-adventure game, no less thrilling than World of Warcraft, and open to all ages. Apparently you’re never too old to relish using special screen names to send cryptic messages on secret decoder devices.
Doing is the great thing. For if, resolutely, people do what is right, in time they come to like doing it. — John Ruskin
Yesterday I took three little pieces of gold to a place that buys gold in all its forms. The nice man looked at them, weighed them and made me an offer. I had already decided that unless the offer was something truly ridiculous, like $20, I was leaving without the three little pieces of old – a ring and two earrings* – and with a bit of anonymous cash.
And so I did.
I then went to a local quilt shop and plopped down that bit of cash and a bit of my own and went home with a nice pile of fabrics. My evening was putting them into the washer and dryer and untangling them and roughly folding them. That whole process is part of the work – not only for the preparation of the fabric but to become acquainted with the color and pattern and texture of it all.
It’s not like I really needed any fabric. Who does, LOL? Sometimes you need something to seed the mix and make it all new and interesting and something to pull out the old stuff into the new ideas. That’s what I was doing.
Bye bye three little pieces of metal. Hello new ideas.
* a ring and a set of earrings which qualified as the ugliest earrings I ever imagined seeing let alone receiving as a so-called gift. Even the gold buyer was puzzled by them but…. yeah. My only regret is that I didn’t photograph them first to show them to you.
