“If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in the way in which our visual field has no limits.”
- Ludwig Wittgenstein
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
which is typical
and not just of modern life
mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you
how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
that comes true
and it simply must not be able to happen
in a world where you are possible
nothing can go wrong for us, tell me
- Frank O’Hara 
This doctor, Dr. Lustig, is so cool. He is trying to teach kids and their parents how to eat on a budget AND eat healthy. Healthy living starts in the family! It is wise to make a distinction between good sugar and bad sugar. Good sugar is naturally occurring and there is a proportional amount of fiber to slow the sugar’s absorption, so that you don’t get a sugar high with its subsequent crash.
On a less inspiring note, Dr. Lustig outlines the menu of the national school breakfast program: Fruit Loops and orange juice. 25% of school-age children are enrolled in this program. While eating breakfast is good and the program (assumedly) well-intentioned, the spike in blood sugar might actually really impede learning. When they get the sugar crash from these 11 teaspoons of added sugar (!!!) they will feel lethargic and perhaps have trouble focusing. These poor kids. It’s time for a culture shift, people! How can we keep cost down while providing healthy breakfasts to 25% of the school age population? I question I intend to think on today!
Find the article here.
Yes, they are alive and can have those colors,
But I, in my soul, am alive too.
I feel I must sing and dance, to tell
Of this in a way, that knowing you may be drawn to me.
And I sing amid despair and isolation
Of the chance to know you, to sing of me
Which are you. You see,
You hold me up to the light in a way
I should never have expected, or suspected, perhaps
Because you always tell me I am you,
And right. The great spruces loom.
I am yours to die with, to desire.
I cannot ever think of me, I desire you
For a room in which the chairs ever
Have their backs turned to the light
Inflicted on the stone and paths, the real trees
That seem to shine at me through a lattice toward you.
If the wild light of this January day is true
I pledge me to be truthful unto you
Whom I cannot ever stop remembering.
Remembering to forgive. Remember to pass beyond you into the day
On the wings of the secret you will never know.
Taking me from myself, in the path
Which the pastel girth of the day has assigned to me.
I prefer “you” in the plural, I want “you”
You must come to me, all golden and pale
Like the dew and the air.
And then I start getting this feeling of exaltation.
- John Ashbery, my blessing in disguise
"I suppose that to know a thing is to see it from all sides."
- Moody, “The Luminaries” by Eleanor Catton