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Overheard: Witches

From yesterday's kid improv class: 

Occupational therapist: What should I be for Halloween?
7-year old girl: A witch! Because of your hair.

Book Titles: U.S. vs Them

U.K. edition

Last month, Deepak Chopra interviewed Dr. Rupert Sheldrake on his podcast. Sheldrake has recently published a book that questions whether science has become its own religion, and if in the process, has lost its ability to make new discoveries. 

According to Sheldrake, the scientific community discourages people who think "outside the box" and question deep-rooted facts/theories. Scientists have been pushed out of jobs for holding alternative view points, creating a sort of "boys club" of modern science. But without innovative thinkers like Galileo and Darwin challenging the scientific conventions of their time, we wouldn't be where we are today. So what ideas are they labeling "unscientific" that could be the next big step for science? 

It was a fascinating discussion.  But why I was really inspired to write this blog post was because the Sheldrake's book was published in the U.K. and America under different titles that seem to hint at our national interests (or at least the Publisher's idea of what will catch our attention). The U.K. edition is called "The Science Delusion", while the American edition is "Science Set Free."

This isn't "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" to "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone." This is big. Do Europeans like mysteries and deception? Do Americans like freedom? Are there any horse socks? Is anyone listening to me?

American edition

The Snozberries Taste Like Snozberries

I would say that 90% of my editorial co-workers are dressed like the children in the 1971 hit Willy Wonky and the Chocolate Factory.  

Seasons of Love

I just watched the episode of The Office where Michael leaves to move to Colorado. It was already sad, but then the scene where everyone sings a cover "Seasons of Love" from RENT came on and I lost it. So bittersweet.

I then added the song to my "Not Guilty Pleasures" playlist on Spotify...after listening to it 5 times in a row. But I stopped crying after the first two plays so does it really count? 

Lose Yourself

Look. If you had one shot, one opportunity 

To seize everything you ever wanted, one moment 

Would you capture it? 

Or just let it slip? Yo. 

- 10-year old rapping Eminem's song from 8-mile before the obstacle course at Wednesday's improv class. He then continued to rap the entire next verse before I asked him if he was ready to race.

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy 

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti 

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready 

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting 

What he wrote down, the whole crowd grows so loud 

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out 

He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now, 

The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw!

Spirits You Shouldn't Drink

I slept over my parent's house a few weeks ago, the night before leaving for a trip. Feeling a bit restless, I went for a late-night walk. Since they live in the South Loop, there's not a lot of nature to absorb, so I took a couple laps around a small fountain just a few blocks from their house. A pathway circled the fountain, which had a stone hawk as its centerpiece, it's wings stretched wide and washed in the fountain's spray. 

I had been circling the same stretch of pavement for 20 minutes, looping the fountain, before I noticed the white footprints on the asphalt. Eerie footprints jumping this way and that. I froze. When did these get here? What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. 

Like an irrational and excitable human, my immediate thought was: a g-g-g-g-ghost!  

It had to have been a ghost, I thought, because they had not been there before. I'd walked this same stretch countless times and there was nothing of note on the ground. And no person could have been by here without me seeing them. I mean, I was RIGHT HERE. 

But to pretend I had a brush with the paranormal would be to miss the reality, which is (almost) as thrilling. And that's this: sometimes we aren't ready to see what's in front of us. Let's get real. Those prints had been there from the very beginning of my walk, but because there was so much other stuff I was "seeing" in my head, I couldn't see what was right in front of me.

Two "lessons" hit me right away: 1) I am way to quick to assume a "ghosts" explanation and 2) I'm too self-involved. The whole world plays out before you, and yet you only see the stories and desire of your own mind. If you're missing small, obvious things, what else are you missing? It was a great wake-up call.

Seriously though. It was a ghost right?