and now you wanna say you see through me
but what you wanna see ain't your memories of me"
-- Los Angeles, Counting Crows
I have been waiting for a "new Counting Crows" album for a long time. Just a few more days to wait.
When I was in Darjeeling last month I ended up in a tea shop called Nathmulls. The staff at Nathmulls did a really fantastic job at helping me pick some teas that were really superb.
I usually have trouble when I buy tea because there are simply too many choices. My favorite local tea shop in Minnesota is great about letting you smell tea, but it's very hard to correlate a smell and the taste of a tea. Nathmulls helpful staff helped me narrow down my choices to a few basic varieties and then let me try a range of teas for each variety. For instance, I knew wanted a white tea. They made four or five cups of white tea and let me sample them. The samples were expertly made, hot and steeped for exactly the right amount of time. I still had difficulty picking my favorite, since each batch had at least two great teas in it. In the end I bought a lot more tea than I expected. It doesn't matter how you measure it -- dollars, rupees, grams or ounces -- it was more than I expected. When I got back to my room I actually wondered if it was going to fit in my backpack for the journey home.
Since I've gotten home, I have still been drinking mostly coffee even though I bought all this amazing tea. It's not because I love coffee more or because I need the heavier stimulant dose of coffee. I've been drinking coffee for the immediate gratification that I can get by walking down the hallway and pressing a button. With tea, I walk down the hallway, press a button and then wait for the tea to steep.
The waiting is the real problem.
Lately I imagine I'm too busy to wait for tea. I'm too busy to watch the clock and make sure I steep the tea the correct amount of time. I'm too busy to sit and smell the tea as it develops that sweet scent.
This is why I need to switch back to tea. Waiting is an important discipline. Taking a minute or two to engage in a brief ritual, like brewing tea, is the kind of mental practice that actually makes you capable of accomplishing more. It's tempting to think that staying busy is the best way to accomplish more, but real accomplishment may require avoiding the urgent in favor of the important. Making time for your ideas to brew and ferment can only lead to more clarity and purpose.
So is it coffee, tea or me? I think the answer is switching to tea means a better me.
Being married to a Finn I can say I find this worthy of study as well.
If you don't recognize this man you probably have not been watching enough TV lately. This is Nick Arrojo, who is famous due to his role as supporting cast on Jeannie's favorite TV show "What Not to Wear". If you aren't familiar
with this show it is a one of those reality make over shows. Basically a victim participates in the show has all their clothes thrown out and they get to spend $5,000 on a new wardrobe. The show features everything you might expect including the stars, Stacy & Clinton, who mock the victim's previous clothing choices and provide guidance for spending the $5,000.
Nick visited the Mall of America recently as part of a store opening event. Jeannie stood in line for an autograph as well as a mini hair consultation.
Ethen Zuckerman posted some great notes on his talk, "The Cute Cat Theory Talk" at Etech. On the days when I let my cynicism subscription lapse I like the idea that unfettered access to publications and publishing tools will really turn this world around for the better.
I never played D&D growing up, but probably should have. One of the inventors, Gary Gygax passed away recently. This cartoon from xkcd.com seemed a fitting memorial.
I had been in Darjeeling for days and hadn't seen any sign of the mountains surrounding the village. The next morning I was going to Tiger Hill to see the sunrise. I had been told I had a 20% chance of seeing Kanchenjunga, the third highest peak in the world from the vantage point on the hill. I had to leave the hotel around 5:00 so I slept fitfully. When I finally fell asleep the wild dogs started having a territorial dispute nearby. The dogs were so loud, it may have well been in my bathroom. I drifted back off to sleep, afraid I would miss my alarm. At 4:30 the absurdly loud phone in the hotel started ringing. No one answered it. It would stop for a minute or two and then start again. There was no going back to sleep at this point. I padded upstairs and downstairs to see if I could find the staff. There was no one to be found, at least not without barging in to their private living quarters. I went back to my room and got ready for my excursion ignoring both the phone and the banging on the front door. By the time I was ready to go the night man at the hotel was shuffling around. He led me out through an auxiliary door that led through an alley barely big enough for me to walk through. My taxi driver, the source of the phone calls and insistent banging was ready to go.
We made our way to Tiger Hill. It was still pitch black when we arrived. He asked me which ticket I wanted. There was both "Deluxe" and "Super-Deluxe" to choose from as well as the no frill just park your car ticket. "Super-Deluxe" was the third story view of the sunrise, which meant you were higher than other guests and you had comfortable couches and heaters. At approximately $2 it seemed like a bargain to me. I climbed the icy stairs to "Super-Deluxe". It was disconcerting. I had never been in a room with 20+ saffron couches. It reminded me of a modern art exhibit. The room was cold, but it was out of the wind and there was an array of electric heaters on one end. I found a seat and waited for other to arrive. Other tourists started to shuffle in and each of them seems to bring a backpack full of complaints with them. "Why was it so cold." "The windows aren't optically pure enough." "The couches are run down." After a few minutes of chatting with a couple and noticing someone had taken my couch for their own, I decided I was in the wrong place. If I went to the parking lot level the view was exactly the same and I probably wouldn't have to listen to people complain.
I went to the parking lot and I didn't regret the choice. The people were friendlier, the view was the same and I didn't have to listen to people complain about the heaters.
In life as well as on Tiger Hill, I have learned more about truth, beauty, sacrifice and hospitality from the people in the "parking lot" than I have from the people in "Super-Deluxe."
I came to the conclusion that my people are generally not in "Super Deluxe" -- although thankfully some of us get to visit it once in a while.
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