Cracked

After thirty-five years I managed to break something: a rib. Ironically I walked around for a day and half before realizing something was amiss; this injury only became apparent when I looked in the mirror and noticed the sudden asymmetry between the right and left ribcage. Well, the reflection and plus the unusual discomfort I had sleeping. A trip to the doctor and some X-rays verified my suspicion.

The injury happened during a training a Krav Maga training exercise. And honestly, I learned so much during that particular class if it wasn’t for the constant aching pain, I’d say being sidelined for a month while the ribs heal is a worthwhile trade-off.

Next time I’ll be ready when my training partner brings the fury. . .

Overload

Phillip Dick would have loved this: a research project dedicated to unraveling why certain people remember everything they’ve ever seen and done–including an impeccable recall about historical events which occurred during their lifetime.

Gifted people who can not forget. Sounds like a bit of a curse to me. And like all exceptional people, there’s a non-fiction book about the experience for sale:

Last Lecture

Let’s say you had pancreatic cancer and less than six months to live. Forecasting what I might do in such a situation is unthinkable–at least on a Monday morning–but if I displayed 1/10 the courage and class of Randy Pausch, I would be proud.

Rand wrote the Last Lecture. And it’s a good thing he did.

Watch it on youtube.com.

Read a pdf transcript of the lecture.

There’s some very powerful ideas in his oration, including:

” . . . experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.”

” . . . brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something.”