If you’re looking for me, I’m on PandaWhale.
I’m stashing many things there.
And reflecting.
In an ironic turn of events, Bakadesuyo got me hooked on Posterous, so now I spend most of my blogging time there, and in the meantime, he’s in process of moving his blog from Posterous to WordPress.
So if you’re looking for me, you’ll find me on Posterous. (And occasionally here. But mostly there.)
Here’s a sampling of my top ten favorite Posterous posts:
10. Road Trip Across I-10 in 2010. Road food!
9. On aneurysms.
8. Everything is about inclusion.
7. Top 10 Ridiculous Facebook Pages.
6. Death panda!
5. Fuck iPhone, I’m gettin’ an Evo!
4. Eulogy for Bob.
3. My bucket list.
2. Lessons are repeated until they are learned.
1. Get yourself a giant panda!
Onward and upward, to infinity and beyond!
In pondering a New Year Resolution for 2009, Troutgirl quoted Anne Lamott‘s Hard Laughter to me…
I said that I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life’s work, and try to get hold of a giant panda. If you had a giant panda in your back yard, anything could go wrong — someone could die, or stop loving you, or you could get sick — and if you could look outside and see this adorable, ridiculous, boffo panda, you’d start to laugh; you’d be so filled with thankfulness and amusement that everything would be O.K. again.
I repeat: Get. Yourself. A giant. Panda!!!
Discover Magazine says,
The panda’s survival proves the existence of God. How is it, they ask, that such a species could have “evolved” to be so poorly suited for survival and could have lasted these “alleged” tens of thousands of years without a little help from a higher power?
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So it’s true: Pandas did not evolve… in zoos. They evolved to find their own food and seek out their mates in dense bamboo forests after being raised by their real mothers, not by zookeepers. The panda’s weaknesses in today’s world—from its failure to reproduce in captivity to its yawn-inspiring lifestyle—is a product of its natural history, not a malicious joke of an intelligent designer.
The desire to hug is mutual. Before I die, I want to hug a panda.
They look ok to me. Om nom.
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Update, 6/12. Oh no, panda funeral: “Mao Mao’s keeper, He Changgui, stepped forward, crying, and placed two apples and a piece of bread by the covered grave.”
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Update, 6/25. Coco Wang tells the story.
I am fond of beverages and pandas.
It’s doubly fun to combine the two…
I could spend half my day sending Booze Mail and playing with pets in Haikoo Zoo. And playing Scrabulous, of course. 🙂