Start worrying

In an article I read over the weekend, the author was trying to make sense of her pessimism. Why, she wondered, her glass was always half-empty.

Among other things, she thought that it had something to do with the fact that she came from a family of East European Jews who immigrated to the United States after escaping from a Nazi concentration camp in Poland. They were never able to quite shake off the experience (not that one can blame them). They were always prepared for the worst, always ready for live the screw things up for them just any minute now. Rather than trying to get rid of their worries, however, they embraced them. And turned pessimism into a life-credo. Her family’s favorite joke:

Jewish Telegram:
Start worrying. Details to follow.

Have a great week y’all.

Brains! We didn't steal them!

You know how sometimes you see something small or weird and kind of shrug it off and don't really make much of it. And then somebody else sort of mentions it in passing and you go like DUDE!!! I TOTALLY SAW THAT TOO!...

OK...so, we are in Thessaloniki for the weekend, taking a walk along the street that runs along the edge of the sea. We see a group of people on the other side of the street, three old guys sitting on a park bench and about six ladies running toward them, each of them holding one green thing in each hand.


We've never seen these things before and don't know what they are. Neither, apparently, do these ladies. As we approach them, one of them shouts (in Bulgarian): They fell from the tree! We don't know what they are, but they're free! We didn't steal them!

?????!!?!?!??!!!?!?

We come back and are checking out our dear friend Elena's photostream on flickr, because we know she'd just spent the weekend in D.C. Guess what SHE found?!


She titled them BRAINS.

I am not religious but things like this definitely make me think that there must be some kind of an energy out there that connects us all. And that IT has some pretty fuckin' awesome sense of humor.

Photos by Prof. Grady and Elena
Original story by Prof. Grady

The mind of women

Seinfeld: I know I will never be able to understand how a woman can take boiling hot wax, pour it on her upper thigh and rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.

via my friend Ayesha, from Bahrain who totally rocks!