miller's crossing

I strongly recommend the article "Is Happiness Catching?" from Sunday's New York Times Magazine. Science reporter Clive Thompson looks at the research of Nicholas Christakis and James Fowler, who are finding that behaviors like quitting smoking, becoming obese and being happy might be passed around through our social networks.

“You can’t be happy all the time,” Gallagher tells me, “but you can pretty much focus all the time. That’s about as good as it gets.”

That's Winifred Gallagher, author of the new book on attention Rapt talking to writer Sam Anderson in his great essay for New York Magazine "In Defense of Distraction". Check it out.

Headache, pressure around the eyes, plugged ears, sore throat, aching teeth, blurry vision, fatigue, brain fog.... I might just have a sinus infection. Springtime allergies and too much booze over the weekend seem to be making everything worse. I haven't been on antibiotics in over six years. I think I'm ready for them now.

Check out new pictures from my weekend trip.

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"I've visited this place in a dream," I remarked to my companion as we explored old military bunkers at Fort Worden on the Olympic Peninsula. It should've felt more profound. But really, I think I was just overstating things.

I'm trying to float. There is much that is fluid in my life these days -- home, work, friends, attractions, even identity. And my sense is that I simply have to accept not knowing and be okay with it. One definition of float that resonated with my current state is "to be suspended freely in a liquid or gas."

When I met you in the restaurant

You could tell I was no debutante

You asked me what's my pleasure

A movie or a measure?

I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

Dreaming is free

I don't want to live on charity

Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?

Reel to reel is living rarity

People stop and stare at me

We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming

Feet feet, walking a two mile

Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile

I never met him, I'll never forget him

--Blondie, "Dreaming"

New fall photos....

Wet. Wet. Wet.

Bam! ... If it isn't the end of summer....

Cold rain.

Blah....