Favorite Temeculaguy’s Posts. An Homage.

[temeculaguy]

[quote=6packscaredy]maybe that’s what I need; a bucket list.

right now it’s pretty thin:

400 lb deadlift (actually the deadline on that is 12/31/14). currently at 305

farmer’s walk 210 lb total down the hill to the mail box and back, without setting it down.

clean and press 150 same deadline.

I’d also like to obtain a 2 inch manila rope and be able to climb up and down it very quickly. Did you know rope climbing used to be an Olympic Event?

shoot. that’s about it. I need to flesh out the list a bit. Travel won’t make it though; I just want to stay home.[/quote]

You missed the point, that is a list of goals. A bucket list are things you always wanted to do but were either afraid to do or afraid to admit you wanted to do. Think about the old folks home we will eventually be sitting in, think about the day room where we sit. Now think about your list and mine, you will probably go back to your room and cry if I we each accomplish our lists and I tell you mine. You don’t need to to do them all, you shouldn’t do any of those which are illegal, hurt anyone or break the trust you have with someone. But beyond that, it’s all in play. My next one is I am going to stay in some resort in Mexico and pay someone to give me a bunch of baby turtles to release into the sea so the damn birds and crabs can’t eat them on their way to the water. Am I defying the ecosystem, disturbing mother nature, whatever, I’m doing it. I’ve seen enough nature shows to get mad at the cameraman for not hitting that bird with a broom or something so the turtle can make it. You thought I was going to say that my next item was sexual, perhaps with many women at the same time, silly you, that got checked off long ago (and it’s overrated). If you just do the dead lift thing you are going to cry, cmon, you can beat my turtle story, I’ll keep the other stuff to myself to make it fair. At least go on a pub tour of London or have a guinness in Dublin. It’s easy, you can still win this game or make it a tie, I’ve gotten boring in my middle age so you can catch up.

[scaredyclassic]

hmmm. ok. i’ll think about.

but maybe my bucket list will consist only of: a good death:

philosophy excerpt…

As Herodotus tells it, Croesus, the ancient king of Lydia, was once visited at his palace by Solon, a wise sage and Athenian lawgiver. The king was delighted to have the itinerant philosopher in residence, and welcomed him with warm hospitality. For several days, Croesus instructed his servants to show off the full measure of the king’s enormous power and wealth.

Once he felt Solon had been sufficiently awed by his riches, Croesus said to him:

“Well, my Athenian friend, I have heard a great deal about your wisdom, and how widely you have travelled in the pursuit of knowledge. I cannot resist my desire to ask you a question: who is the happiest man you have ever seen?”

King Croesus was already certain that he was in fact the happiest man in the world, but wanted to enjoy the satisfaction of hearing his name parroted back to him from such a venerated sage.

But Solon, who was not one for flattery, answered: “Tellus the Athenian.”

The king was quite taken aback and demanded to know how such a common man might be considered the happiest of all.

Tellus, Solon replied, had lived in a city with a government that allowed him to prosper and born fine sons, who had in turn given him many grandchildren who all survived into youth. After enjoying a contented life, he fought with his countrymen, bravely died on the battlefield while routing the enemy, and was given the honor of a public funeral by his fellow Athenians.

Croesus was perplexed by this explanation but pushed on to inquire as to who the next happiest man was, sure that if he wasn’t first, he had to be second.

But again Solon answered not with the king’s name, but with a pair of strapping young Argives: Cleobis and Biton.

Known for their devotion to family and athletic prowess, when their mother needed to be conveyed to the temple of Hera to celebrate the goddess’ festival, but did not have any oxen to pull her there, these brothers harnessed themselves to the incredibly heavy ox cart and dragged it over six miles with their mother aboard. When they arrived at the temple, an assembled crowd congratulated the young men on their astounding feat of strength, and complimented their mother on raising such fine sons. In gratitude for bestowing such honor upon her, the mother of these dutiful lads prayed to Hera to bestow upon them “the greatest blessing that can befall mortal men.” After the sacrifices and feasting, the young brothers laid down in the temple for a nap, and Hera granted their mother’s prayer by allowing them to die in their sleep. “The Argives,” Solon finished the tale, “considering them to be the best of men, had statues made of them, which they sent to Delphi.”

Now King Croesus was livid. Three relative nobodies, three dead men were happier than he was with his magnificent palace and an entire kingdom of his own to rule over? Surely the old sage had lost his marbles. Croesus snapped at Solon:

“That’s all very well, my Athenian friend; but what of my own happiness? Is it so utterly contemptible that you won’t even compare me with mere common folk like those you have mentioned?”

Solon explained that while the rich did have two advantages over the poor – “the means to bear calamity and satisfy their appetites” – they had no monopoly on the things that were truly valuable in life: civic service, raising healthy children, being self-sufficient, having a sound body, and honoring the gods and one’s family. Plus, riches tend to create more issues for their bearers – more money, more problems.

More importantly, Solon continued, if you live to be 70 years old, by the ancient calendar you will experience 26,250 days of mortal life, “and not a single one of them is like the next in what it brings.” In other words, just because things are going swimmingly today, doesn’t mean you won’t be hit with a calamity tomorrow. Thus a man who experiences good fortune can be called lucky, Solon explained, but the label of happy must be held in reserve until it is seen whether or not his good fortune lasts until his death.

“This is why,” Solon finally concludes to Croesus, “I cannot answer the question you asked me until I know the manner of your death. Count no man happy until the end is known.”

Croesus was now sure Solon was a fool, “for what could be more stupid” he thought, than being told he must “look to the ‘end’ of everything, without regard for present prosperity?” And so he dismissed the philosopher from his court.

While the king quickly put Solon’s admonitions out of his mind, the truth of it would soon be revealed to him in the most personal and painful way.

First, Croesus’ beloved son died in a hunting accident. Then, blinded by hubris (excessive pride), he misinterpreted the counsel of the oracles at Delphi and began an ill-advised attempt to conquer King Cyrus’ Persian Empire. As a result, the Persians laid siege to his home city of Sardis, captured the humbled ruler, and placed him in chains on top of a giant funeral pyre. As the flames began to lick at his feet, Croesus cried out, “Oh Solon! Oh Solon! Oh Solon! Count no man happy until the end is known!”

[Aecetia]

I absolutely love the baby turtle rescue effort. That is a wonderful bucket list. We need more people who think like you.

[flyer]

[quote=6packscaredy]hmmm. ok. i’ll think about.

but maybe my bucket list will consist only of: a good death:

philosophy excerpt…

As Herodotus tells it, Croesus, the ancient king of Lydia, was once visited at his palace by Solon, a wise sage and Athenian lawgiver. The king was delighted to have the itinerant philosopher in residence, and welcomed him with warm hospitality. For several days, Croesus instructed his servants to show off the full measure of the king’s enormous power and wealth.

Once he felt Solon had been sufficiently awed by his riches, Croesus said to him:

“Well, my Athenian friend, I have heard a great deal about your wisdom, and how widely you have travelled in the pursuit of knowledge. I cannot resist my desire to ask you a question: who is the happiest man you have ever seen?”

King Croesus was already certain that he was in fact the happiest man in the world, but wanted to enjoy the satisfaction of hearing his name parroted back to him from such a venerated sage.

But Solon, who was not one for flattery, answered: “Tellus the Athenian.”

The king was quite taken aback and demanded to know how such a common man might be considered the happiest of all.

Tellus, Solon replied, had lived in a city with a government that allowed him to prosper and born fine sons, who had in turn given him many grandchildren who all survived into youth. After enjoying a contented life, he fought with his countrymen, bravely died on the battlefield while routing the enemy, and was given the honor of a public funeral by his fellow Athenians.

Croesus was perplexed by this explanation but pushed on to inquire as to who the next happiest man was, sure that if he wasn’t first, he had to be second.

But again Solon answered not with the king’s name, but with a pair of strapping young Argives: Cleobis and Biton.

Known for their devotion to family and athletic prowess, when their mother needed to be conveyed to the temple of Hera to celebrate the goddess’ festival, but did not have any oxen to pull her there, these brothers harnessed themselves to the incredibly heavy ox cart and dragged it over six miles with their mother aboard. When they arrived at the temple, an assembled crowd congratulated the young men on their astounding feat of strength, and complimented their mother on raising such fine sons. In gratitude for bestowing such honor upon her, the mother of these dutiful lads prayed to Hera to bestow upon them “the greatest blessing that can befall mortal men.” After the sacrifices and feasting, the young brothers laid down in the temple for a nap, and Hera granted their mother’s prayer by allowing them to die in their sleep. “The Argives,” Solon finished the tale, “considering them to be the best of men, had statues made of them, which they sent to Delphi.”

Now King Croesus was livid. Three relative nobodies, three dead men were happier than he was with his magnificent palace and an entire kingdom of his own to rule over? Surely the old sage had lost his marbles. Croesus snapped at Solon:

“That’s all very well, my Athenian friend; but what of my own happiness? Is it so utterly contemptible that you won’t even compare me with mere common folk like those you have mentioned?”

Solon explained that while the rich did have two advantages over the poor – “the means to bear calamity and satisfy their appetites” – they had no monopoly on the things that were truly valuable in life: civic service, raising healthy children, being self-sufficient, having a sound body, and honoring the gods and one’s family. Plus, riches tend to create more issues for their bearers – more money, more problems.

More importantly, Solon continued, if you live to be 70 years old, by the ancient calendar you will experience 26,250 days of mortal life, “and not a single one of them is like the next in what it brings.” In other words, just because things are going swimmingly today, doesn’t mean you won’t be hit with a calamity tomorrow. Thus a man who experiences good fortune can be called lucky, Solon explained, but the label of happy must be held in reserve until it is seen whether or not his good fortune lasts until his death.

“This is why,” Solon finally concludes to Croesus, “I cannot answer the question you asked me until I know the manner of your death. Count no man happy until the end is known.”

Croesus was now sure Solon was a fool, “for what could be more stupid” he thought, than being told he must “look to the ‘end’ of everything, without regard for present prosperity?” And so he dismissed the philosopher from his court.

While the king quickly put Solon’s admonitions out of his mind, the truth of it would soon be revealed to him in the most personal and painful way.

First, Croesus’ beloved son died in a hunting accident. Then, blinded by hubris (excessive pride), he misinterpreted the counsel of the oracles at Delphi and began an ill-advised attempt to conquer King Cyrus’ Persian Empire. As a result, the Persians laid siege to his home city of Sardis, captured the humbled ruler, and placed him in chains on top of a giant funeral pyre. As the flames began to lick at his feet, Croesus cried out, “Oh Solon! Oh Solon! Oh Solon! Count no man happy until the end is known!”[/quote]

IMO, there seems to be a point in the human experience when each person begins to realize he or she is, in fact, nothing more than a mere mortal with a relatively unknown expiration date, and we each deal with this stark realization in different ways.

Perhaps “no man can be happy until the end is known,” and that will mean different things to different people. Short of knowing the unknowable, personally, I love life–try to make the most of it each day–and am at peace–regardless of how it ends.

[scaredyclassic]

I just don’t see myself as ending up in a nursing home. 
 
Based on family history I think it’s going to be a heart attack, big, sudden, game-over in seconds.
 
I don’t think there’s going to be much time for reflection, just a   moment of utter confusion and disorientation, like getting your head severed or trying to read your health insurance policy.
 
I’ve been thinking of what to put on a bucket list, something not a goal, but just something to do for the hell of it, just because it would be fun or interesting or cool.  I was drinking peach schnapps last night pondering it, and also looking at family photos from when the kid who left was little, which is the worst thing to do.  Nostalgia is the worst, esp. coupled with peach schnapps. 
 
I can’t think of one thing to put on a bucket list.  I’d kind of like to go for a really  long walk – like maybe 5 thousand miles.  Maybe that.  Just go for a really really long walk.  But I don’t think I’ll do that.  I have no bucket list.
 
On the goal list though, I definitely want to be able to do a muscle up.  It’s like a pull up but you pull high and then press your arms down on the bar to get all the way up.  I’m getting close…. I guess it’s only goals.

[CA renter]

[quote=6packscaredy]I just don’t see myself as ending up in a nursing home. 
 
Based on family history I think it’s going to be a heart attack, big, sudden, game-over in seconds.
 
I don’t think there’s going to be much time for reflection, just a   moment of utter confusion and disorientation, like getting your head severed or trying to read your health insurance policy.
 
I’ve been thinking of what to put on a bucket list, something not a goal, but just something to do for the hell of it, just because it would be fun or interesting or cool.  I was drinking peach schnapps last night pondering it, and also looking at family photos from when the kid who left was little, which is the worst thing to do.  Nostalgia is the worst, esp. coupled with peach schnapps. 
 
I can’t think of one thing to put on a bucket list.  I’d kind of like to go for a really  long walk – like maybe 5 thousand miles.  Maybe that.  Just go for a really really long walk.  But I don’t think I’ll do that.  I have no bucket list.
 
On the goal list though, I definitely want to be able to do a muscle up.  It’s like a pull up but you pull high and then press your arms down on the bar to get all the way up.  I’m getting close…. I guess it’s only goals.[/quote]

If this is true, you would most definitely be one of the lucky ones.

Loved your philosophy post, scaredy. Again, I’m so glad you’re back. 🙂

[temeculaguy]

don’t encourage him, he needs tough love. You are not allowed to talk about dying during a bucket list discussion, that’s the opposite of the point. He needs to pick the one person he’d like to have beer and wings with, the one place he’d like to visit or the one person he’d like to see naked. No dying talk, no philosophy, just passion. Scaredy needs help, lets give it to him. This morning Dan Patrick had Darious Rucker on, he joined the beer and wings bucket list for me, cool guy, two genres of music, racial stereotype breaker, he makes the list. This year I went to opening day at Wrigley Field, I’m not a cubs fan but I see why the cubs fan are fanatical. It was on the list, had to be done, while I was there went to a Bulls game. Next stop, a Yankee or Red Sox game, maybe soldier field or a packer game in the snow. There’s no room for talk about how to die, just how to live. Scaredy, pick something that is not a physical accomplishment, isn’t depressing or philosophical and isn’t something you’d be proud of. Pick seeing Christina Hendricks change clothes and I’m right there with you at her window. Pick hedonism in jamaica, I’ll book the trip. Pick Mardi Gras in New Orleans and I’ll show my nipples on a balcony (that one is actually on my list. But if you pick knowing when you’ll die and how it will feel I’m gonna punch you.

As soon as I’m done releasing turtles I’m ready, I figured aecitia would dig that one (and I am going), the GF is the driving force behind that one so it’s gonna happen in the next twelve months guaranteed. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50pu2VWIfB8 costs like $50, money well spent.

[CA renter]

Darius Rucker rocks. I once sat at a table next to him in L.A. 🙂 Kept my head down and didn’t look at him the whole time once we had recognized him. He definitely seems like a cool guy based on some of the interviews I’ve seen and read.

The turtle idea sounds awesome! Not so sure about Hedonism. Though with scaredy’s new abs, he would be quite the attraction there. Have you seen the pic of his new abs? Impressive!!!

But I have to agree with scaredy about dying. I love the stories about people who were dancing, having sex, laughing…and then they just fell over dead. That is just way too awesome. Quite frankly, that’s way up there on my bucket list — dying well. Much better than Hedonism. It really is one of the greatest possible blessings in life.

Back to scaredy’s bucket list… I think he needs to eat buffalo wings and drink beer with you. You’re accessible, willing, and fun-loving (and have good taste in women — Christina Hendricks is hot). Pretty much makes that a no-brainer.

[CA renter]

[quote=temeculaguy][quote=CA renter] I agree that you’ll be hard-pressed to find that in the U.S.

So many people in the U.S. spend 10+ hours/day, 5-7 days/week, at work. They often spend an hour or more on their commute back home at night, but stop off at the fast food joint to pick up dinner on the way because nobody has the time or energy to shop and cook good food on a regular basis. Everyone is stressed and frazzled, so they blame each other for their predicament, fight on a regular basis…then, they get divorced, where everyone in the family ends up a loser. It’s not the “American Dream,” it’s the “American Nightmare.”

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I totally resemble that remark but I think you are drawing unfair conclusions. People are frazzled because they want to be, they fight because they choose to. I met a dentist a few weeks ago who told me he actually loves to work and then he explained why: he makes people happy by fixing their smiles at Tijuana prices but here on this side. he must install 5 implants a day, at about 25% of the price of other dentists. He also talks people out of gimicky and expensive treatments, there’s a line out the door and they come from all over. His wife works with him and they interact all day, doesn’t have kids at home, employs lots of people and helps people all day. He was the only dentist I ever met who looked forward to his day. I was only there to drive my girlfriend home, but the guy charged $700 out of pocket after her ppo insurance and her other dentist quoted 12k. So obviously he and I hit it off and began talking about why some people don’t mind working 5-7 days a week how work feeds their soul a little, and even his job, that many studies and polls claim is a depressing vocation, he thinks he hit the lotto being able to make people love him for something he enjoys.

Then I think of myself, I love my job, now that my kids have grown I get more pleasure from work because I’m not missing quite as much at home. I’m lucky because I have a job that is actually fun (no I will not elaborate), I do currently spend 50-60 hours a week at it and I am commuting an hour right now. But it’s not like I’m working in a salt mine or making pencils, my day reads like a novel. But here’s a dentist who works longer than me, drives further and does something most people think would suck, yet he’d probably do it for free.

So don’t make those assumptions, I know stay at home moms who act frazzled, fight all the time and are miserable. Conversely, I work like crazy and am never frazzled, never fight and am generally happy. It’s who you are and how you approach it, not what you do. I’ll admit I work more now because I’m paying for tuition and rent for my kids. If I wasn’t I’d probably just goof off more, but the lakers suck right now, so it’s not like I’m missing much.[/quote]

Sorry TG, but I think you missed my point on that post. It’s not about whether or not people enjoy working, it’s about constantly striving for more material things, and never being satisfied.

Sure, when you have no kids or elderly parents at home, and when duties around the house are shared fairly equitably, working outside the home often brings great joy — particularly to those who have managed to find a job with wonderful co-workers, customers, etc. and/or who feel that they are contributing positively to society. I was referring more to those who have major responsibilities at home, but don’t have enough time to deal with them (much less enjoy them) because they are on the never-ending hamster wheel at a job that is all too often not rewarding, ends up consuming the vast majority of their waking hours, and is necessary in order to “maintain their lifestyle.”

Not sure if you saw scaredy’s link, but it basically showed that there are many people who are technically poorer, but who tend to be much happier than those who are constantly working so that they can be constantly consuming. I do think it’s a rather vicious negative cycle here, and we are constantly bombarded with messages telling us that this is the only way to find happiness and fulfillment. It’s pretty sad, IMO.

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Glad your GF found a good, honest dentist. For that price, I can only imagine how extensive the work must have been. Hope she starts feeling better soon.

[scaredyclassic]

perhaps a trip to the uk to meet larkin? wait, hes dead. and he wouldve hated me anyway…

Aubade
BY PHILIP LARKIN

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
—The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused—nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can’t escape,
Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

[scaredyclassic]

When Did People Start Saying “Bucket List”?

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Jack Nicholson at ‘The Bucket List’ premiere, 2007.
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I love a cultural coincidence.

JUNE THOMAS
June Thomas is a Slate culture critic and editor of Outward, Slate’s LGBTQ section. Follow her on Twitter.
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Two of the TV shows I watched last night mentioned bucket lists. On Glee, Kurt Hummel, all of 17, whipped out his iPhone and showed his boyfriend, Blaine, a few of the things he intends to do before he dies. (My favorite: “Arrive at school in a hot air balloon.”) On NCIS, Tony DiNozzo, shaken by a terrorist attack, became hyperaware of his own mortality and printed out a list that included more prosaic choices: “Date a Bond girl and/or Miss Universe. Develop a catch phrase. The luge.” When I tweeted about this, @magazinemama reminded me that on last week’s Parks & Recreation, doofus Andy was also working on a bucket list. His items included winning the lottery, making the best grilled-cheese sandwich ever, and remaking Kazaam (this time getting it right).

This got me wondering: Where did the term bucket list come from? Surely it didn’t originate with the Jack Nicholson/Morgan Freeman film from 2007 in which, to quote the Internet Movie Database, “Two terminally ill men escape from a cancer ward and head off on a road trip with a wish list of to-dos before they die.”

I turned to the newly released fifth edition of the American Heritage Dictionary, but, sadly, it’s not included. Executive editor Steve Kleinedler told me that, although he’s been keeping an eye on the term, it needs a few more years in usage before it proves itself worthy of addition to the big book.

A quick search through Google Books suggests that though the phrase was popularized by the 2007 film, it was indeed used occasionally before Jack and Morgan hit the road. Its first application seems to have been in computer programming: e.g., “Guava compiler knows statically that there are no references from buckets inside of one bucket list to objects inside another.”

In 1993, the phrase showed up in a different context: a National Labor Relations Board report indicating agenda items that must be postponed (getting warmer): “The conferees were told that if comments or questions came up concerning bargainable issues or items that required more information, these matters should be placed in a ‘bucket list’ to indicate that they could not be considered at the conference.”

In 2004, the term was used—perhaps for the first time?—in the context of things to do before one kicks the bucket (a phrase in use since at least 1785) in the book Unfair & Unbalanced: The Lunatic Magniloquence of Henry E. Panky, by Patrick M. Carlisle. That work includes the sentences, “So, anyway, a Great Man, in his querulous twilight years, who doesn’t want to go gently into that blacky black night. He wants to cut loose, dance on the razor’s edge, pry the lid off his bucket list!”

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Bonus cultural coincidence: Parkour has also cropped up in several TV shows of late—most recently Inspector Lewis (those wacky Oxford students!), New Girl, Happy Endings, and Work of Art. (It was on The Office, which usually lags behind the cultural zeitgeist—Scranton!—back in 2010.) Parkour’s origins are more straightforward. According to the American Heritage Dictionary, it derives from the French term parcours de combattant—literally, “combatant’s course,” or more loosely, obstacle course. It is also related to the Medieval Latin percursus, the past participle of percurrere, meaning to run through or rove.

[CA renter]

dark 🙁

I’d rather think of it in a happier light. Death might not be bad, but dying can be very harsh.

[temeculaguy]

scaredy, stop scaring CA renter, and stop avoiding the task. No amount of deflection can distract you from yourself, just own it and start admitting your own list. It’s a mirror, now just look in it, no need to be afraid. Don’t try to be deep or clever, just admit there are things on your list, weird things, things normal people think of, and god forbid, things that are shallow and primal. You live in wine country, have you gone up in a balloon? I have, almost landed on your street one time. $100 a head, take the wife, partake in the champagne and then report back. It’s like talking an astronaut into riding a bicycle, trust me, the simple pleasures bring…….pleasure. Try it.

[scaredyclassic]

I’m scared of heights.

[scaredyclassic]

I’ve got something for my list!  I want to go to BURNING MAN.  I kind of wish I’d been going all these years, especially when it was smaller…maybe it’s too late…BURNING MAN festival in Nevada… I would kind of like to have attended a giant CRITICAL MASS event, but now I’m old and not as militant as I was…so I don’t think I’d like that. 
 
I have been trying to list  potential pleasures”, and I can’t think of many that aren’t things that are commonplace.  You can’t really put the commonplace pleasures on the bucket list, since they’re too common right?  Is novelty a requirement for a bucket list? Maybe a bucket list should just consist of things you love, but done a lot more?
 
1.        A good poop:  this is definitely no. 1 on the list.  Nothing beat a good poop.  That’s really the highlight (or highlights, often) of my day.  A nice good beautiful clean poop.  I am satisfied 100% currently. 
2.       Toast.  I love toast.  I like making it.  I like jam and butter on it.  I never tire of toast. Also, I’m getting enough.
3.       Flossing.  Man it feels good.  I have one gum pocket where stuck collects.  Just feels great.  Not as good as a poop, but good.
4.       Winding my watch.  I have a nice watch with a distinctive “onion” crown that feels good on the fingers, I get a little jolt of pleasure when I wind my watch.
5.       A long walk.  I like to amble.  A nice 1-2 hour stroll clears the mind.  Want way more.  I rarely walk as much as I’d like.
6.       Clothing.  I have a weakness for very expensive high end clothing.  I don’t possess much of it—barely any.  But I get pleasure from it, even from contemplating owning it.  I would like way more expensive clothing.
7.       Napping. Not enough.
8.       Buying a new book I really want to read.  I have exactly enough of this.
9.       Jazz At the Merc, in old town Temecula. More.
10.   Really good sushi.  Way more.
11.   Good coffee.  Enough.
12.   Playing bocce. More!
13.   Playing table tennis. More!
14.   Not being sick after being sick.  I don’t get sick barely at all but that day after your recover, man it’s awesome.  It would be great to always feel great to just be at normal.  Hopefully, never…
15.   Having a happy wife (or child) rest her/his head on you.  More!

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