Haruki Murakami.
This is so true. When I busted my knee skiing in April, the first thing my physical therapist told me is, ‘you’re athletic and in good shape, recovery will be easier for you.’
I guess this is probably something anyone who is going through a physical (cancer, pneumonia, the flu) or emotional (divorce, unemployment, break-ups) crisis needs to get through it.
“Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but becasue they want to live life to the fullest. If you’re going to while away the years, its far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life.”
From What I Talk About When I Talk about Running by Haruki Murakami
“In media, particularly since the advent of the Internet, misunderstanding the source of competitive advantage often leads managers to inadvertently build bridges for competitors when they think they are actually strengthening the moat” around their businesses.”
— From ‘The Curse of the Mogul.’ I’ve been thinking about this a lot these days.
“I spend too much time at work doing my job.” So true.
If I spent half as much time building relationships, expanding my network and looking for opportunities to advance my career as I do, coaching people who will never remember to thank me, filing paperwork that no one will read (unless someone’s ass is on the line), writing reports that in a very veiled way blame someone for something they will never be held accountable for, I wouldn’t be hanging out in my glass tower banging my head against the wall(window).
Every year I hate this day. And it never gets any better.
Every year I relive the first 24 hours as if it were a movie.
But it’s sad that I still dream at night that its all a dream and it never happened. But he’s always stuck at 13 and I’m always the older sister who didn’t treat him right (I don’t think that’s completely true because he knew I loved him. I guess he just didn’t know how much.)
I’ve missed my woman Alana Joy. Total heart this chick - in more ways than one.
Marilyn Monroe was one of the most beautiful, sexy women of all time. Women wanted to be her, men wanted to be inside her. She was drop dead gorgeous, vulnerable, humble… and rumored to be somewhere between a size 12-16.
It is people like Mary Rambin, referring to women with totally NORMAL and healthy bodies as “hippy” with a grotesque snarl on her emaciated face, who continue to propagate the lie that “thin is in”. Mary, with a body more like a prepubescent boy than an actual woman… “Men don’t like” to feel bones, bitch.
Shame on you. If Michelle Trachtenberg is “hippy”, please tell me… how would you describe Julia? How would you describe Marilyn Monroe? How would you describe… your mother?
How do you think you made the majority of women who bother to read your blog feel? How many teenagers with body dysmorphia and eating disorders do you think you just validated saying such socially irresponsible and immature remarks about someone who, unlike you, is a WORTHY role model?
Maybe if you ATE SOMETHING you wouldn’t be such a RAGING CUNT.
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This post was reblogged from ✖ALANA JOY✖.
Damn - i haven’t posted in months. But i am in a list making/checking off mode. And I thought i would review my resolutions for this year…
And for the bucket list….
The weather if crap and I’m feeling fat so i go for a snack.
And who do i ride up in the elevator with (which made for a humbling moment in uber fatness and inadquateness if there is such a word)? Plum Sykes. Going to the executive floor.
Hmmmmmmmmm
This weather has seriously initiated an attitude re-boot. Where is my goddamn summer?!
Yes, I know that is the ultimate white whine. But man!
She’s been with the company probably ten years and her job is pretty much come to work at 8 and leave at 4. Except neither my boss, nor my colleague nor I ever get here before 9:30 so who knows when she really gets in. And I usually see her leaving at 3:45.
She’s probably got like six weeks of vacation but EVERY month - no lie - takes two days off because of - wait for it - woman problems.
Seriously, take a Midol, Aleve something.
She has child-care issues, sick relatives, has to work from home, plumbing work happening, husband has the flu, needs to see the dentist, every other week.
Her job consists of - taking meeting notes for me twice a week. Arranging my business travel (which I don’t go on anymore), screening my calls.
That’s it.
Listen - few people like their jobs these days. But it don’t get easier than that gig. So kiss my ass a little bit and ask me if you can help me with something or offer to learn something new.
Oh, and I read gawker at work too. Just PRETEND you aren’t reading it ALL day. Gawd
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