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Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh it might be
March 1 but
WITH OR WITHOUT A MASK
we still might well be masquerading around
with who we think we are
but know we aren’t. . .
Isn’t that what the Pandemic did to us
just about three years ago
and even now we’re still
asking around and wondering. . .
but now there may be a whole other
m e a n i n g
Are Less Likely to Wear Masks,
For the study, a team of researchers in South Korea recruited U.S. adults to take several surveys. In the first, 244 people answered questions about their self-perceived attractiveness and how they thought wearing a mask affected their appearance. Then, researchers told the participants to imagine they had a job interview and asked whether they would wear a mask in the interview if they didn’t have to.
“Individuals with higher self-perceived attractiveness were less likely to endorse the belief that mask-wearing enhances their perceived attractiveness, which further dampened their mask-wearing intention in job interviews,” the authors write. In other words, people who thought they were good-looking didn’t want to detract from their appearance by covering their face.
In another experiment, the researchers posed similar questions about masks and appearance to 442 people. They asked half the group to imagine they had a job interview (a relatively high-stakes situation) while the other half imagined they were walking a dog (a more mundane activity). Both groups were then asked if they would choose to wear a mask in their given scenario.
They found that people were more likely to say they’d wear a mask if they thought it would make them look better, and that trend was more apparent in the high-stakes job interview scenario. This finding, the authors write, suggests that people’s masking decisions are at least partially based on how much they care about looking good in a given situation.
The desire to appear attractive may even be as influential as the desire to stay healthy. In their surveys, the authors also asked people how much they feared COVID-19. People who thought masks made them look better were roughly as likely to cover up as those who were fearful of the virus.
With COVID-19 mask mandates largely a thing of the past in the U.S., it’s important for researchers and public-health authorities to know why people are—or are not—continuing to wear them. Preventing disease is, of course, a major motivator. But so, it appears, is looking good.
SURPRISED. . . ?
And maybe the biggest question
and you can answer honestly
because we are not holding or posting a poll here
(unless you want to reply this blog post)
IS HOW DO YOU ANSWER THE QUESTIONS THE SURVEYS ASKED. . .
S E E
(maybe with more tricks than treats)
Neighbor By JJ Heller, David Heller, and Andy Gullahorn
Sometimes it’s easier to jump to conclusions Than walk across the street It’s like I’d rather fill the blanks with illusions Than take the time to see
You are trying to close the back door of your car You are balancing the groceries and a baby in your arms You are more than just a sign in your front yard You are my neighbor
I can get so lost in the mission Of defending what I think I’ve been surfing on a sea of opinions But just behind the screen
You are grateful that the work day’s finally done You are stuck in miles of traffic, looking at your phone You are tryin’ to feel a little less alone You are my neighbor
When the chasm between us feels so wide That it’s hard to imagine the other side But we don’t have to see things eye to eye For me to love you like you are my neighbor My neighbor
Oh, to fear the unfamiliar Is the easy way to go But I believe we are connected more than we might ever know
There’s a light that shines on both the rich and poor Looks beyond where we came from and who we voted for ‘Till I can’t see a stranger anymore I see my neighbor May my heart be an open door to my neighbor You are my neighbor
S O M E T I M E S
Music is more than MUSIC
and Words are more than
W O R D S
From the beginning of time the question has rung out,
sometimes louder than softer:
JUST WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?
No matter what you say, You
SHOW THE ANSWER,
Person by Person,
Neighbor by Neighbor…
with this certainty:
It just isn’t the person next door or across the street…
SO JUST WHO IS
YOUR NEIGHBOR. . . ?
Bits of grit
where it will
as we travel
not yet GPSable
but have waited
to welcome every
(however we define it)
(wherever we find it)
or it unearths
THAT AS MERE SPECKS
WE ARE NOT A PART OF A MOUNTAIN
BUT THE MOUNTAIN IS A PART OF
“. . .WE HAVE TALLER BUILDINGS BUT SHORTER TEMPERS; WIDER FREEWAYS BUT NARROWER VIEWPOINTS; WE SPEND MORE BUT HAVE LESS; WE BUY MORE BUT ENJOY IT LESS; WE HAVE BIGGER HOUSES AND SMALLER FAMILIES; MORE CONVENIENCES, YET LESS TIME; WE HAVE MORE DEGREES BUT LESS SENSE; MORE KNOWLEDGE BUT LESS JUDGMENT; MORE EXPERTS, YET MORE PROBLEMS; WE HAVE MORE GADGETS BUT LESS SATISFACTION; MORE MEDICINE, YET LESS WELLNESS; WE TAKE MORE VITAMINS BUT SEE FEWER RESULTS. WE DRINK TOO MUCH; SMOKE TOO MUCH; SPEND TOO RECKLESSLY; LAUGH TOO LITTLE; DRIVE TOO FAST; GET TOO ANGRY QUICKLY; STAY UP TOO LATE; GET UP TOO TIRED; READ TOO SELDOM; WATCH TV TOO MUCH AND PRAY TOO SELDOM.
WE HAVE MULTIPLIED OUR POSSESSIONS, BUT REDUCED OUR VALUES; WE FLY IN FASTER PLANES TO ARRIVE THERE QUICKER, TO DO LESS AND RETURN SOONER; WE SIGN MORE CONTRACTS ONLY TO REALIZE FEWER PROFITS; WE TALK TOO MUCH; LOVE TOO SELDOM, AND LIE TOO OFTEN. WE’VE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE A LIVING, BUT NOT A LIFE; WE’VE ADDED YEARS TO LIFE,
NOT LIFE TO YEARS. . . .”
I miss George Carlin.
He died June 22, 2008
He proved to us that ONE out of ONE of us dies. . .
T H A T
we have all been born with a sexually transmitted, terminal disease
C A L L E D L I F E
I always thought that the above sentiments were George’s. . .
but NO. . .
they are not:
They’re not the words of the Dalai Lama’s or a Parkland Florida School student’s, President Biden’s or
Pope Francis’s. . .
THE PARADOX OF OUR TIME
it turns out, actually originated with
D r. B o b M o o r e h e a d,
a retired minister near Seattle;
Big Deal, huh?
Just like us. . .
Ah, Ahhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh-Choooooooooooo
and we’re floating away never to be the same again;
because as we’ve been poetically
P U T :
“YOU ARE DUST AND TO DUST YOU SHALL RETURN. . . “
Humpty Dumpty would have a better shot of being seamlessly put back together again, minus all the King’s Men’s and their Horses!
F a l l D o w n. . .
and never get up quite the same way ever again
(A N D T H A T ‘ S T H E G O O D N E W S !)
Once you’ve been Smudged,
You never become
U N – S M U D G E D
(AND THAT’S EVEN BETTER NEWS. . .)
o u t
A c c e p t
again and again and again and. . .
B l e s s Y o u
and it hurts
but before we become
p a r t i c l e s i n t h e w i n d
We SWIRL AROUND
as we rise
R I S E
never to settle
a g a i n
It’s one thing to take a song
and make it your song;
It’s even better
if you make it ANOTHER’S. . .
yea. . .
Please make Your Song
ANOTHER’S song. . .
The Sharing will be the Caring. . .
Make your life,
SING OUT LOUD
especially for all those
who have forgotten
they have their own Song
to SHARE, too. . .
Back in the 90’s SEINFELD was the hottest TV show around with the tag line, “IT’S A SHOW ABOUT NOTHING.” It’s backdrop was the city of New York and now it seems like there’s a Museum in the heart of New York that’s mimicking a little bit of the SEINFELD show; It’s a Museum with NO ART–ZERO but truly a place where IDEAS ALONE ARE HUNG ON THE WALLS
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? What, indeed. When my friend John shared this with me a little over a week ago, I was beyond fascinated and confused. And part of what unites all of us, reminds us, that at our best and worst, we are all living creatures who are often FASCINATED AND CONFUSED at the same time. In that state, we not only operate, we COOPERATE at a very high level, most of the time without notice.
Museum of Non-Visible Art showcases remains unseen.
Although the artworks themselves are not visible,
the descriptions are readable, and open our eyes to
a parallel world built of images and words.
This world is not visible, but it exists, as surely as thought itself exists.
The Manifesto of MONA explains everything else about the why and how.
And what a Manifesto:
You shall not litter the world with art. (You shall not make.)
What you have not made must be beautiful.
What you have not made must have value.
You must bring what you have not made to market.
(The market will give it value.)
You must give to the market absence.
(Money is banal until spent.)
You must offer the market anguish.
(What is spent is painful.)
You must make the market beautiful.
(Nothing beautiful without pain.)
You must increase the world behind the eyes.
The wreck of the Medusa.
It left us with phosphenes.
You must conjure them and sell them.
Only when you have done this are you one of us.
By Douglas Anthony Cooper In accordance with Praxis (Brainard and Delia Carey)
FASCINATED AND CONFUSED. . . ?
Have you heard the story of the architect from Shiraz who designed the world’s most beautiful mosque? No one had ever conjured up such a design. It was breathtakingly daring yet well-proportioned, divinely sophisticated, yet radiating a distinctly human warmth. Those who saw the plans were awe-struck.
Famous builders begged the architect to allow them to erect the mosque; wealthy people came from afar to buy the plans; thieves devised schemes to steal them; powerful rulers considered taking them by force. Yet the architect locked himself in his study, and after staring at the plans for three days and three nights, burned them all.
The architect couldn’t stand the thought that the realized building would have been subject to the forces of degradation and decay, eventual collapse or destruction by barbarian hordes. During those days and nights in his study he saw his creation profaned and reduced to dust, and was terribly unsettled by the sight.
Better that it remain perfect. Better that it was never built.
The story is a fable, but its main idea — that a thing’s ideal state is before it comes into existence, that it is better to not be born — is equal parts terrifying and uncanny. – C.B.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . .
Maybe the TRICK is the TREAT
and whatever is beyond the
. . .
Well before you decide, how about you take a closer gander yourself and WONDER as you WANDER
DARE beyond a smidgen of DARING and
I M A G I N E
(Be fascinated and confused as you forgo perfection and go full throttle for PROGRESS)
HOW DO YOU REALLY SEE THINGS?
DO YOU NEED SPECIAL LENS
TO KNOW WHAT’S THE MOST REAL THING
IN YOUR LIFE. . . ?
Recently, the adage “Money can’t buy happiness” was given a leg to stand on by a study suggesting a raise won’t have a real impact on your state of mind. But a different study claims that in regard to your income, there is totally a financial sweet spot for optimal satisfaction.
The expansive study, published in the journal, Nature Human Behaviour, used a Gallup World Poll to evaluate the income and happiness of 1.7 million people around the world. The authors of the research found monetary averages associated with satisfaction: For daily emotional well-being, people were generally best off earning $60,000 to $75,000 a year, but for long-term satisfaction, the mark was $95,000.
In North America (and most “wealthy” countries), for daily emotional well-being, the sweet spot is an annual income of $65,000 to $95,000, and for long-term satisfaction that number is $105,000.
Those numbers are the worldwide average, however; the averages vary from country to country, and in North America (and most “wealthy” countries) they are higher. For daily emotional well-being, the sweet spot here is $65,000 to $95,000, and for long-term satisfaction that number is $105,000. The area with the lowest income marker for long-term satisfaction is Latin America, at $35,000, and Australia and New Zealand report the highest, at $125,000.
People were likely to see decreased happiness if they achieved more than the optimal income for long-term satisfaction, partially due to a phenomenon Money described as the “hedonic treadmill,” in which people adjust to increases in income.
But happiness does peak at a certain point, according to the researchers. If people achieved more than the optimal income for long-term satisfaction, they were likely to see decreased happiness, partially due to a phenomenon Money described as the “hedonic treadmill.” This describes when people very quickly adjust to increases in income.
Still, the study has its shortcomings: Gauging and measuring happiness is a subjective practice that often relies on self-reporting. Additionally, the study examined individual income instead of household income, which might have skewed conclusions about how much money someone needs in order to be happy. Not to mention that the concept of happiness itself is contentious, and many nations don’t place as much weight on it as Americans do.
So, while you should definitely hustle at your day job and also find a side gig that’s meaningful to you, remember to make time for yourself and don’t make money your purpose. Instead, leave work early every now and then to go have fun with your #squad.
SO. . .
What brings the Fire
to your P I T
Is the Fire enough to
I N F L A M E Y O U
E N L I G T E N O T H E R S
. . .It’s the only question
worth asking. . .
and it’ll cost you
E V E R Y T H I N G
. . .will it be enough
to make you
H A P P Y
An Australian sheep farmer has paid his own unique tribute to his beloved aunt. Ben Jackson was unable to attend his Aunt Deb’s funeral due to pandemic restrictions. So, he laid barley out in a field in the shape of a love heart and let his pregnant ewes show how much he cared. . .
Q U E S T I O N :
HOW DO YOU SHOW YOUR LOVE
If you wait to celebrate
on February 14. . .
YOU’VE WAITED TOO LONG
Sometimes the greatest
F I S H
caught are the ones
you never put a line in the water
to catch. . .
those fish swim everywhere
in, out, through your imagination
for the greatest tales ever. . .
When this not-not-so-small-minnow
jumped into my boat
I wasn’t ‘fishing’ for it but
it caught me way before I even thought of reeling it in. . .
almost immediately these
I don’t remember
the first time
I sucked a lemon
but I’m sure it
prepared me for the
I knowingly wouldn’t
suck up to pucker up
again. . .
Candle flame burns
Electrical outlet shocks
Black ice falls
Hit the thumb instead of the nail hammerings
Hot pans on hotter stoves
Stumbles off of shaky branches
All First Times
that make a
not so much a lesson learned
as one to be remembered
to ever be taught
again. . .
FISHING BEFORE YOU KNOW HOW TO FISH Courtney Martin Through the pines and the one maple I hear her. I shouldn’t have gone fishing if I didn’t know how to fish. I shouldn’t have gone fishing if I didn’t know how to fish. There she stands legs impossibly long pink and black polka dot swimsuit baggy pole in her hands and a little oval sunfish impossibly on her hook. I don’t tell her, but I do think Oh, sweet girl, life is always like that. Fishing before you know how to fish. Leaving before you know how to leave. Speaking before you know how to speak. Fighting before you know how to fight. Loving before you know how to love. Dying before you know how to die. We are all the child with the pole worrying about who we’ve hurt. And we are all the fish on the hook, hoping for mercy. Her aunt hears her muttering prayer and though she hasn’t unhooked a fish in 30 years grabs the wriggling innocent in her hands and dislodges metal from cheek. And this, too, is all of us. Saved again and again by prayer we didn’t know we were saying and a witness we forgot was listening. Thank you, Miss Courtney for taking us Fishing before we knew we even had a pole, bait and some not-always-needed-know-how. . . .