Leonardo da Vinci had some interesting views on life and how to live it and he tried to codify his approach with a series of single words followed by his definition or explanation.
This is the reader’s digest version:
Curiosita’ is an insatiably curious approach to life and an unrelenting quest for continuous learning
Dimostrazione is “a commitment to test knowledge through experience, persistence, and a willingness to learn from mistake”.
Sensazione is “the continual refinement of the senses, especially sight, as the means to enliven experience”.
Cryptic is “a willingness to embrace ambiguity, paradox, and uncertainty”.
Corporalità is “the cultivation of grace, ambidexterity, fitness, and poise”. -Did you know that da Vinci was not only ambidextrous he could reportedly write with both hands, each on a different subject, simultaneously?
Connessione is “a recognition of and appreciation for the interconnectedness of all things and phenomena”.
But of all his ideas the one that appealed the most to me was to list the names of 3 people whose mistakes you don’t want to repeat.
This is a good idea as it allows you to focus on their errors and find ways to avoid repeating them. But why only three? I can name more than that in my immediate family.
I’m officially eating healthy so this is what I packed for lunch.
One banana, some mandarin oranges and a piece of chicken.
It’s healthy, helps you loose weight and it’s delicious… Yes, it’s delicious, but only if served with tequila and cold beer.
This is what I’m chowing down on as I type.
Poblano, cheese Empanadas and Dulce de leche milhojas (puff pastry with a layer of dulce de leche and dusted with powdered sugar).
I’ll eat the healthy stuff about 3:00 or 3:30 as a snack. Then I’ll raid the refrigerator when I get home.
But why, oh why, can’t I loose weight?
It’s that time of year once again, when the flowers bloom and the grass turns green.
And once again I’m forced to do yard work.
Today was brought to you by Benadryl, Excedrin and a cold beer.
Let me tell you a bit about a dude I know in NYC that I’ve never met….
His name is David Everitt-Carlson and I first learned of his existence through his Wild Wild East Dailies Blog.
Over the course of his recent life David’s been a senior advertising exec with a Fortune 500 company, owned an ad agency in S. Korea and tried to make it in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
Then, at the behest of a lady -why else?, he left Vietnam traveling to Germany, then to Mali for a job that didn’t pan out. So it was off to Paris, then back to Germany, back to Paris, back to Vietnam, finally returning to the place of his birth, NYC.
Since his arrival “home” he’s slept at the old Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital -currently a homeless shelter for men- on E 30th street for two months, joined the “Occupy movement,” appeared in the Wall Street Journal, shown his art as part of the “Up Against It” installation in the Munch Gallery in NYC, written a number of articles for print publications and had a song written about him.
He still writes a bit for his A Homeless Blogger in NYC blog, he’s still looking for gainful employment (contact info), but mostly he’s trying to promote his I Think Outside My Box art gig.
And in case you still think he sounds reasonably normal “for an artist” he once hitchhiked the 600+ plus kilometers from Munich to Amsterdam in the dead of winter to see a Todd Rundgren concert.
It’s an interesting life.
The famous speaker who no one had heard of said:
Ladies and jellyspoons, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquito’s and bow-legged ants,
I stand before you to sit behind you
to tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
there’s a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only;
wear your best clothes if you haven’t any.
Please come if you can’t; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door;
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit,
the man in the gallery’s sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
let me tell you a story I don’t really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
The blind man went to see fair play;
the mute man went to shout “hooray!”
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
came over and killed the two dead boys.
A paralyzed donkey passing by
kicked the blind man in the eye;
knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
into a dry ditch and drowned them all.
If you don’t believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man; he saw it too,
through a knothole in a wooden brick wall.
Across the street and down the hall.
I’ll be here awhile as I cannot stay…And the man with no legs walked away.