As we get ready for 2014, let us reflect upon our actions and ask ourselves what we can do to improve our situations and assist others who, with a little encouragement, might do the same…
One of my nieces, Maggie, works volunteers for her university’s entertainment board.
Not too long ago, an actor from a popular American television show called “Parks and Recreation,” Nick Offerman, performed a comedy act at Maggie’s school.
Nick wanted a student to make fun of, someone easily embarrassed/intimidated.
Maggie’s fellow students volunteered her.
So, during Nick’s act, he asked for a student to step on stage.
“I’m looking for someone on Row 1…” Maggie thought it was neat he picked a row on which many of her entertainment board members sat.
“Seat A!” Maggie screamed “No!” in her thoughts. “Not me! Not in front of 4000 people, especially students I know! I’ll die!”
Her face as red as Santa’s cheeks after a few hundred million swigs of eggnog, Maggie reluctantly walked on stage, stumbling up the steps.
Nick motioned her to stand in front of him.
He stared at her with his humorously fierce look.
He held the mike in her face and asked her name.
“M…M…M…Ma…Maggie.”
“Well, Maggie, do you go to Appalachian?”
“Y…Y…Yes.”
“Uh-huh. I see. I want you to stay in school and do good.”
With that, he pushed her off the stage.
For weeks afterward, students came up to her and asked if she was the famous student who had been grilled by Nick Offerman. She was shocked people recognised her.
However, that’s not all the story.
It’s her job to make sure the entertainer’s green room is set up before the show and then cleaned up after the show is over.
Maggie went to the green room to throw away food and trash.
She heard a sound and turned to see Nick walking back in.
“Oh, I get it. You think you can just do anything now, huh? Stalking me, are you? Rummaging through my stuff and looking for something to steal?”
Maggie stammered. “No, no! I’m just throwing away old food. Really!”
Nick nodded. “Sure, sure. Here, take these.” He reached into the fridge and handed Maggie four Diet Coke cans. “Just so you know, I stuck this one up my butt so it’s got my DNA if you want to clone me.”
Maggie, her face again red as a rabid beet, looked shocked even if it was Nick’s sense of humour. He then signed her ticket and gave her an autographed picture.
Later, she was walking down the hall and heard someone whisper loudly, “Maggie…Maggie.”
She turned to see it was Nick.
He smiled. “You still following me around, are you? Seriously, be good. Seeya!”
Having never seen the TV show, I’m only familiar with the actor via osmosis, knowing him marginally as the Moustache Man. However, Maggie, more in the demographic for the target audience, knows a lot about him. In my day, Timothy Leary and G. Gordon Liddy were gods of the university entertainment circuit just as the likes of Andy Griffith and Bob Newhart were the entertainers in my parents’ school days.
Ever get the feeling someone can read your thoughts? That’s the feeling these 30 things give me – time to start believing!:
I read this post this morning and loved it! I don’t often share the work of others on the blog but this post was definitely ”share-worthy”. Creating a bucket list lifestyle encompasses treating yourself right and learning from your mistakes. This post is a great reflection of those lessons.
Is there one of these that you do often? Are there several? Let’s let the good things catch up.
Written by marcandangel

When you stop chasing the wrong things you give
the right things a chance to catch you.
As Maria Robinson once said, “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” Nothing could be closer to the truth. But before you can begin this process of transformation you have to stop doing the things that have been holding you back.
Here are some ideas to get you started:
In this house, where memory markers are stored, sits a lighted Christmas tree under which a modest number of gifts covered in decorative wrapping paper and topped with shiny bows marks a moment in the future, a few hours from now if random interruptions do not distract our family from agreed-upon meeting times here.
Do you faithfully promote the traditions of your ancestors, not questioning the reasons they chose for the habits we have setting aside family time to celebrate holidays?
Are you happy with the rhythms of life recognised by others?
In the past two years I have experienced changes to the patterns to which I’d grown accustomed, a few of the changes themselves repetitious changes to patterns earlier in my life, like familiar concentric waves I once formed bouncing back toward me.
We reap what we sow.
Karma will get you.
Reminders of the fish that got away, the paths not taken, the opportunity costs and risks associated with choices I made.
Because I have more than enough material goods in my life, my wants and needs in that regard are greatly diminished from when I was younger and driven to accumulate as a bizarre twist on the innate nesting, hunting and social climbing drilled into my head by a conspicuous consumption culture.
Share the wealth.
I only had 50 Christmas days with my father to work out the details of a family tradition that changed as our family changed, 50 more days than some. There were about 18,200 days which had no tradition tied to them that I could have spent with Dad learning about ancestral patterns.
In this house, my wife and my mother prepare food for our family Christmas dinner in a few hours, while my sister and her husband spend time with his family, my nieces and nephews spend time with their families.
On this day, people around the world, hundreds of millions of them, as the world turns, have set aside time with their families to repeat a pattern handed to them by their ancestors, a pattern that gives us a reason to share our wealth with each other.
Billions of us may or may not join in the celebration or don’t celebrate it for the same reason.
A week from now, our traditional calendar shows that a new year will begin on the 1st of January 2014.
I wonder if, on that day, I should move to a Martian calendar, no longer concerning myself with an Earth-centric one.
What about the other traditions handed down to me from my ancestors?
Points to ponder on Christmas Day…
I give thanks to all the workers who have given their time and talent to their jobs, from Walmart employees to police officers, for making the holiday season enjoyable, peaceful, and enriching.
I think it’s time we unplug the oil/petrol companies from the monopoly of market price fixing but I don’t know if I have all the facts.
In other words, if I have an oil well in Texas and supply petrol to gas stations in Tennessee, then I set my own prices at the pump, regardless of some arbitrary barrel price for crude oil that doesn’t reflect my economies of scale, right?
Same for corn, soybean, and other imaginary future prices…
It’s my supply-and-demand that puts food on the table because of my smart business practices, not at the whim of market speculators/manipulators who may not have me and my family/community’s best interest in their interest.
Sometimes, the simplistic viewpoint helps me make better decisions.
Hmm…
Attack is a word that needs a good adjective — verbal, military, viral, bacterial.
Let’s go in another direction, instead — the debate about Calvinism.
No, let’s go one better — the extended order of human cooperation (aka capitalism).