throwback thursday: my first journal entry

Revisiting my first journal entry, I imagine my mother telling me, “write about what you did that day” because that is exactly what I did. I was eight. [spelling/grammar errors incorporated]

Today I went to school and I was the second preson [person] there. My friend named Laura. She was the first preson there. Then other people came and we got to go in the classroom. First we did our journals. Then we went home some of my brother[s] staed [stayed] at school me and nick and isa went to 7-eleven and got some cokes. Then we went to drop Nick off at school. Then we went to treget [Target] and then we went to school again to pick Joe, Cha, Nick. then we went home and afiter [after] a cupall [couple] mins Rose went to pick Pat at school. Then I did my homework and it was very easy homework then my mom called john and mom said how boot [about] you come over and eat dinner with us. then we went to sleep good night

My first diary had a lock on it. Very secure, very awesome, no big deal. I must have lost the key somewhere along the way because it looks as though years later I just ripped off the lock.

Also, the level of detail in my journal entries doesn’t seem to get any better in my first years of journaling. About six months later, I wrote:

Today was an O.K. day because frist I did not feel good and then Nick pushes me and I hert my foot. But some of the day was good because it was cool.

What was cool exactly? That’s for my 10 year old self to know and my much older self to … never remember.

Previous throwback thursdays: diary of a ten year old | portraits

tallest man on earth – love is all

[ here come the tears | but like always, I let them go | just let them go ]

sunflower

If you’re a fan of peanut butter [whether this kind or that], might I recommend Trader Joe’s Sunflower Seed Butter. It’ll knock your socks off!

throwback thursday: portraits

Growing up we had paintings on our walls. They made it into the newspaper and I happened to find the newspaper.

my younger sister (right) and I reading

my brother playing some basketball

jason mraz – i won’t give up

imagine.

“Imagine” is a new Lego campaign by Hamburg advertising agency Jung von Matt.

Do you recognize these cartoon characters?

Sycamore SF

I’ve been wanting to try The Sycamore in the Mission since I heard about it opening. I finally had a chance to stop in for brunch. The place is a lot smaller than I expected, but we sat down quickly. The food was delicious; the atmosphere was laid back and fun; I loved it.

Stumbling on Happiness

I just finished reading the book Stumbling on Happiness by Harvard psychologist Daniel Gilbert. It’s an easy read and a good one if you’re into psychology, the way we act and why we act the way we do. He describes the faults of imagination that causes us to falsely predict our futures. We see what we want to see – “brain and the eye may have a contractual relationship in which the brain has agreed to believe what the eye sees, but in return the eye has agreed to look for what the brain wants.”

He suggest ways to more accurately predict how we’ll feel when we move to another state or when we break up with our long-term boyfriend, as well as reasons for why we forgive our partners for cheating, but not for putting their shoes on the couch or why the line at the grocery store always slows down the moment we switch to it.

Might I recommend you check it out.

We insist on steering our boats because we think we have a pretty good idea of where we should go, but the truth is that much of our steering is in vain—not because the boat won’t respond, and not because we can’t find our destination, but because the future is fundamentally different than it appears through the prospectiscope.

We cannot feel good about an imaginary future when we are busy feeling bad about an actual present. But rather than recognizing that this is the inevitable result of the Reality First policy, we mistakenly assume that the future event is the cause of the unhappiness we feel when we think about it.

Variety is not only unnecessary—it can actually be costly.

The brain and the eye may have a contractual relationship in which the brain has agreed to believe what the eye sees, but in return the eye has agreed to look for what the brain wants.

We tend to remember the best of times and the worst of times instead of the most likely of times, the wealth of experience that young people admire does not always pay clear dividends.

The irony, of course, is that surrogation is a cheap and effective way to predict one’s future emotions, but because we don’t realize just how similar we all are, we reject this reliable method and rely instead on our imaginations, as flawed and fallible as they may be.

Our ability to project ourselves forward in time and experience events before they happen enables us to learn from mistakes without making them and to evaluate actions without taking them. If nature has given us a greater gift, no one has named it. And yet, as impressive as it is, our ability to simulate future selves and future circumstances is by no means perfect. When we imagine future circumstances, we fill in details that won’t really come to pass and leave out details that will. When we imagine future feelings, we find it impossible to ignore what we are feeling now and impossible to recognize how we will think about the things that happen later.

now that’s…

Christopher David Ryan

craigslist missed connection – march 17

Hi Kissie?

Hi K – m4w

I think you’re beautiful.

We do exists!

Tall Brunette on Market – m4w

Hi, we made eye contact on Market and Montgomery. Finally a tall sexy brunette in SF. I was the extra tall dark haired guy. I was in a rush to work, hopefully I will see you again

This is hilarious, babe-asaurus rex

You stole my heart then stole my glasses at the Cat Club – m4w – 28 (SOMA / south beach)

You: hot with short hair. If you were a president, you’d be babe-erham Lincoln. If you were a dinosaur, you’d be babe-ersauras Rex.
Me: tall dark and handsome with a rapist wit. I was wearing my bachelor outfit in colors of the flesh.
We had a great time, you touched my leg. I’d like to go out again and get my glasses back.
Meow, we met at the cat club.