March 26th is Purple Day, an international grassroots effort dedicated to increasing awareness about epilepsy worldwide. It was founded by a nine-year-old named Cassidy Megan in 2008, who I am now super fortunate to call a friend, and have as a sewing model for me for the women’s garments I design and make as a hobby. She is an amazing and amazingly classy activist, as not all activists are by any means, and it is a joy to watch her in this role, from formal events to informal weekly online sessions she hosts with her Mom to help support those wanting to reach out, share, learn, whatever. Some of the achievements by this phenomenal young woman is in the Wikipedia page for Purple Day, and the Purple Day website itself are just astounding, and I am wishing her, and all others who celebrate Purple Day, whether or not they have epilepsy, the best for the day and year to come!
Writing
Losing 11 to 20 Days to Sleep This Year Compared to Last
Last year, I spent 7.56 hours in bed each night. I don’t have a way to measure actual sleep time so time in bed was the closest thing to a sleep indicator I had. This year, I wanted to try and get it to at least 7.8 hours per night this year as part of my resolutions. So far, I’m doing well at 8.06 hours per night. However, anything based on time means time for something else is being sacrificed for it. But how much time am I talking about here, in the long run, rather than just a half hour per night? When I did the math, it was a little smack in the face, even though I don’t have any regret about it given sleep is the most important thing one can do for one’s health.
Coping with a Predeterministic Existence
What if everything you do won’t ever matter because all the outcomes were predetermined? What if everything everybody ever does won’t matter because all those outcomes were predetermined? What if everything that happens in the universe were predetermined? And not just our petty little lives. And what if those what if scenarios were real instead of hypothetical? Because it is scientifically plausible. What are you going to do to cope with it? Not believe it?
Thoughts about Shit… or Lack Thereof… Shit not Thoughts
Hmmm. I think that title could qualify as short modern poetry rather than a title or prose. But never mind that. I was thinking about shit today. Or rather lack of shit in my life. And especially compared to most other people’s lives. Which was where I got the idea for this post and its title. And just a warning, because shit is too much information (TMI) for some people, you might not want to read further unless you can tolerate shitty humour.
McBuddha, Fooda Buddha, or McFooda Buddha
He’s the most static eater I’ve ever seen, at least of McDonald’s meals with a hamburger, fries, and drink. I had previously referred to him as the food Buddhist on a few posts about regulars whose paths I cross in my frequented places. However, as those, like this one, was “warm-up” writing, not a lot of thought went into every detail. While observing him today at another chance path crossing, I thought up a few alternatives I liked better, and wondered which I should apply going forward in my mind, as I don’t anticipate writing about him again.
Digital Citizen 