This part of my homepage deals with the stuff that I find neat.
Okay, I realize that a lot of you out there think that this song
is way too over-played and blah blah blah. Well -- pity to you. I happen
to find this song quite inspiring.
The first time I heard this song, I thought of all the words of advice
my father and brother have given to me over the years that have helped
me become the person I am today.
Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
(song by Baz Luhrmann, original text by Mary Schmink)
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97, Wear sunscreen If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh never mind, you will never
understand the
power and the beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in
twenty years, you
will look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp
now, how much
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not
as fat as you
imagine.
Don't worry about the future or worry that know that worrying is
as affective as
trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real
troubles in your life
are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind. The kind that
blindsides you
at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other peoples' hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealously, sometimes you're ahead, sometimes
you're behind.
The race is long and in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the "Funky Chicken" on your
75th
wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself
either.
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can, don't be afraid of it or what other people think
of it. It's the
greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance.
Even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room.
Read the directions even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick
with you in the
future.
Understand that friends come and go.
But a precious few, who should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, for as the older
you get, the
more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain alible truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old
and when you do, you'll fanaticise that when you were young, prices were
reasonable,
politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse but you'll
never know
when either one will run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're forty, it will look eighty-five.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal, wiping it
off, painting over
the ugly parts and recycling for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
If you find something neat, don't hesitate to email me the neat thing 'cause I'll post it up here for everyone to see.
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