Dear Transportation Security Administration,
Why oh why must you pull me aside for secondary inspection on practically every single flight I fly… for the past eight years… practically every time? Why did one of your officers pull me aside for a frisking just as I was about to enter the jetway for a flight to MILWAUKEE last week? Why did I have to stand there — spread-eagle in a terminal filled with hundreds of passengers — while a woman who resembled a female prison guard passed her hands over my intimate parts?
I don’t like being touched by strangers. I don’t like it!
Why did the guard give me such a mean look when I said, “The least you could do is take me out to dinner first”?
Why do you insist on frisking a middle-aged, American woman who wears reading glasses and sensible shoes? Is it my curly hair? Is that it?
The guard said I was carrying a lot of stuff onto the plane (coat, laptop, camera bag). May I remind you that the arsehole pictured below tried to blow up a plane WITH HIS SHOE, and he’s the reason millions of people have to take their shoes off every day.
Recently, another young man tried to blow up a plane with his crotch, or to be specific–he tried to ignite his diaper. A flying dutchman, with a lot of carry-on baggage, saved the day.
This is me:
In my spare time, I like to think about the color yellow and debate which Greek island is the most beautiful. I’m sensitive to loud noises, so I avoid incendiary devices. I shush people in theaters when they talk too loud.
TSA, in the name of all that is common sensical, please start profiling and stop wasting my time and taxpayer dollars or I shall have to travel exclusively on the Queen Mary, which would make traveling to the midwest and all points inland very difficult indeed.
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1,000 65-year-olds were asked what they would do differently if they could live their lives over again. Three things emerged that the 65-year-olds would overwhelmingly change about the way they had lived:
1. They would have taken the time to ask the important questions.
2. They would have taken more risks in work and in love.
3. They would have lived a life with purpose and made a difference.
I think the elderly have a storehouse of knowledge on how to best live a life because they’ve already been through the majority of obstacles that they’re likely to encounter. They have the advantage of hindsight–something the young will never have–and they’ve already made their worst mistakes. I would like nothing better than to have an elderly group of ten people or so to serve as my mentors and sages–people who could see the avalanches coming, and tell me when to leap to the side. So I love any survey of the elderly and take them to heart.
At the start of every year, I do a review of my principles. Unlike a list of resolutions, which outlines goals and actions, a review of principles simply spells out what I believe and how I live.
A friend asked me why I felt the need to perform this ritual every year, in a tone of voice that implied, “Don’t you KNOW what you live by? Why do you have to spell out your beliefs?” But I encourage everyone to give it a shot, especially if you doubt the power of people to change. This year, I dug up some of my reviews from years past and was actually shocked at the drastic differences from year to year. Some principles have remained constant throughout my life, but the majority are flexible and many were as fleeting as Haley’s comet.
If you decide to have a go at writing out your own principles, I recommend doing it in stream-of-consciousness style, without pausing to think about it too much or to censor yourself. If you’re anything like me, you’ll probably be shocked by some of the things you actually believe in, or maybe you’ll just gain a sense of affirmation that you are indeed the person you thought you were.
I usually spend a few days in the new year writing all the principles out, and then I put them away until the following year when I’m ready to write the new list. Somehow it sets the tone for the coming year because one over-arching theme often emerges. One year, I had to re-check the list in June because I was beginning to forget who I was
and it served as a good reminder. But in general, I try to not let the list influence me, rather I influence the list.
So in the spirit of renewal that marks this time of year, here’s an abridged version of my review:
- Life lived without joy is a burden. Live joyfully even in the face of adversity. Look ahead, look forward, see the light–the Venus in the sky.
- Our dreams are our salvation, our soul’s breath. Don’t separate yourself from yours. Hold your dreams closely.
- You are answerable only to your own conscience and to history. Never feel obligated to justify yourself to any living person.
- Rise above your circumstances, external or internal. Don’t waste your life wallowing in a misery that may only exist in your perceptions.
- There is honor in losing or resigning for the right reasons, rather than winning for the wrong reasons. Beware of ego. Don’t persevere in blind loyalty waiting for others to do the right thing. You’re responsible for your own legacy .
- The knowledge that life could end at any moment infuses it with meaning, urgency, and beauty. Don’t be afraid to look death in the eye and say, “Whatever, dude, it was worth every minute.” Know that this is always yours.
In writing out the list I also discovered that I’ve become obsessed with answering the question of what it means to be human and alive.
How’s that for navel-gazing?
It’s a lot to chew on, but the 65-year-olds regret not asking themselves the important questions, so…
Happy new year!
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It’s been called the storm of the century on the east coast. Eighteen inches were dumped on DC in a 24-hr period. In Wisconsin, we used to call this a dusting.

On Saturday, every single car I passed was either stuck in the snow or in the process of getting stuck in the snow. I can’t figure out why people who live south of the Mason-Dixon line — people who’ve never driven in a foot and a half of snow — attempt such a thing.
Why not stay home drinking hot chocolate and enjoying the view from your window, or putting on some heavy duty boots and hoofing it to the store if you absolutely must go out?
As an added bonus however, extreme weather seems to bring out the best in people. Despite all the delays and cars stuck every which way, people were doing their best to help out those stranded in snow piles and everyone seemed to be in a very merry mood.

Unfortunately, traffic cops still handed out tickets to cars parked or stranded illegally. The cop below actually cleaned the guy’s windshield off so he could place a ticket on it!
Just seems wrong…

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When I returned from Greece, I made an appointment to see my doctor. I had to wait five weeks to get in. When the appointment date arrived, I sat in the waiting room for 2 hrs and 45 min. before the doctor could see me. The doctor spent fifteen minutes with me and handed me a referral for another doctor. When I called to make the appointment with the specialist, I was told the wait was long. I let the receptionist know that I’d take an appointment with any doctor available in that specialty. The soonest available appointment was 8 weeks away.
I am hereby reversing my long-held stance on marriage and am officially opening myself to marriage proposals from men who are citizens of Western European nations that have single-payer, universal, socialized healthcare.
I see it as an old-school arranged marriage. If you meet the requirements above, feel free to send me an e-mail. Photographs are always welcomed, but not obligatory.
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Santarchy is like a Christmas-themed Halloween.
This past Saturday hundreds of fun-loving Washingtonians met up on the national mall dressed up as Santas, elves, abominable snowman, and ice queens, with the goal of running around town giving gifts, singing songs, riding merry-go-rounds, bar hopping, and deciding who’s naughty or nice.
Who could resist?





At some point, an elf handed me a lovely velvet bag filled with coal.
“I think you’ve been naughty this year” she said in a conspiratorial voice.
Who was I to argue?
It reminded me of something my six year-old niece once said to me: “What’s the point of being good when someone always says my dress is dirty.”


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Today marks three months since I left Greece and, if luck loves me at all, six months until I go back.
This anniversary had me mulling over the theme of this blog — being Ithaka bound. Essentially, it’s the search for a homeland, external, internal, or both. It’s also a nod to the king of Ithaka, Odysseus, who spent ten tempestuous years trying to get home.
Externally, Ithaka might include the people around us, the environment that surrounds us, and the work that we do. Internally, Ithaka is the place where soul and purpose meet. It’s the place where our lives make the most sense.
In one way or another, I think most of us yearn for Ithaka, even when we’re not on a deliberate quest to find it. Although a deliberate quest may be just what we need.
Odysseus’s journey started when he was forced to leave his island, and everything he knew, to fight a battle in another country. He left with a sense trepidation and foreboding because he knew his journey back would be long and arduous.
I’ll write more later on taking that first step. For now, I wanted to take a trip down memory lane and add some bright colors to a cold winter’s day:






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