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Some stuff is just more important to certain people than it is to others.
Maybe itʻs a blanket (looks like a nice blanket) or baseball or Obama or religion or television or must haves or must dos or whatever...
Thereʻs an infinite amount of objects we can attach to and care about or not care about and we make these decisions by the second.
But I wonder if sometimes, what we think we care about and what we actually care about can be different things. How we think vs. how we live.
For instance...maybe last week Iʻm visiting with this guy and heʻs got this great blanket spread out over his nice hardwood floors and I say,
"Hey, thatʻs a nice blanket."
He replies, "Oh, yeah, thanks I love that blanket. I got it while hiking Machu Picchu with my dad."
"Oh, cool."
Well then blanket disappears (I didnʻt take it) and we find out how much he really loves his technicolor textile. Finding a picture, designing an ad, printing color, buying weather proof sleeves and hanging them about town. Going public with his phone number. He cares.
If he didnʻt do any of the work, how much did he love it in the first place? What were his words worth?
Time is a solid gauge for measuring importance. Words? Words are more like a forecast.
My blog reader is a great lab for this idea. I subscribe to a lot of blogs. Not all of them but a lot. Thereʻs tech, design, faith, art, photography, architecture, film, friends...a good snapshot of where I invest time in web space. However look closer and you can see which ones Iʻm actually
a. avidly reading
b. barely keeping up with
c. not reading at all.
Gizmodo, for instance, is regularly finding its unreads in the 1000s. Though if you asked me Iʻd say that I love reading their posts...but apparently itʻs just not that important or else Iʻd actually be reading them.
Love 146, Soul Pancake and some Flickr groups generally under control.
Seth Godin, Jason Boyett and Donald Miller are (almost) always read.
My lifeʻs like my reader. I subscribe to a bunch of interests, I care about a lot of things, I want to care about a lot of things and tell people I care about a lot of things but at the end of the day where does time tell me Iʻm investing. What am I actually reading and what am I just saying I read.
I might not like the answer but at least then I can change it.
Maybe itʻs a blanket (looks like a nice blanket) or baseball or Obama or religion or television or must haves or must dos or whatever...
Thereʻs an infinite amount of objects we can attach to and care about or not care about and we make these decisions by the second.
But I wonder if sometimes, what we think we care about and what we actually care about can be different things. How we think vs. how we live.
For instance...maybe last week Iʻm visiting with this guy and heʻs got this great blanket spread out over his nice hardwood floors and I say,
"Hey, thatʻs a nice blanket."
He replies, "Oh, yeah, thanks I love that blanket. I got it while hiking Machu Picchu with my dad."
"Oh, cool."
Well then blanket disappears (I didnʻt take it) and we find out how much he really loves his technicolor textile. Finding a picture, designing an ad, printing color, buying weather proof sleeves and hanging them about town. Going public with his phone number. He cares.
If he didnʻt do any of the work, how much did he love it in the first place? What were his words worth?
Time is a solid gauge for measuring importance. Words? Words are more like a forecast.
My blog reader is a great lab for this idea. I subscribe to a lot of blogs. Not all of them but a lot. Thereʻs tech, design, faith, art, photography, architecture, film, friends...a good snapshot of where I invest time in web space. However look closer and you can see which ones Iʻm actually
a. avidly reading
b. barely keeping up with
c. not reading at all.
Gizmodo, for instance, is regularly finding its unreads in the 1000s. Though if you asked me Iʻd say that I love reading their posts...but apparently itʻs just not that important or else Iʻd actually be reading them.
Love 146, Soul Pancake and some Flickr groups generally under control.
Seth Godin, Jason Boyett and Donald Miller are (almost) always read.
My lifeʻs like my reader. I subscribe to a bunch of interests, I care about a lot of things, I want to care about a lot of things and tell people I care about a lot of things but at the end of the day where does time tell me Iʻm investing. What am I actually reading and what am I just saying I read.
I might not like the answer but at least then I can change it.
3 comments:
I about choked when I saw the ad here. I just write a piece about an ugly old blanket that means the world to me.
I like your blog.
Nice Jessie, I agree with your thoughts here...one man's treasure is another man's trash. Funny how each of us values different things.
But $100 bucks for a blanket? Hooah! Better have $200 sewn into the lining or something... : )
Haha, I know, as far as telephone pole graffiti itʻs just so unusual, makeʻs you want to know the story.
And thanks Anita, love to read the piece on your blanket, is it posted somewhere?
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