Another book discussion evening...
But not after a day where plans went really astray, to the point where I did some drawing with pastels, practiced my Spanish, and taught a 3-year-old to play Angry Birds. Said tot took to the game as an infant takes to mother's milk.
I never did get a good head of steam going on work, but that's probably explained by the rather lax deadline for said work.
We fought traffic to arrive late at a get-together where we had what amounted to a snack for dinner, followed by a fairly interesting discussion of The Art of Happiness, by the Dalai Lama and Howard C. Cutler. I say interesting, because I am always interested in how the same words can be interpreted so differently by people who share quite a bit in common, culturally.
In terms of my own personal insights, I noted that some of what is said in the book about one's relationship to happiness echoes, or is analogous to, what I read in Natan Sharansky's book about humiliation. This observation is probably worth expanding, but not now... I'm pretty tired.
I never did get a good head of steam going on work, but that's probably explained by the rather lax deadline for said work.
We fought traffic to arrive late at a get-together where we had what amounted to a snack for dinner, followed by a fairly interesting discussion of The Art of Happiness, by the Dalai Lama and Howard C. Cutler. I say interesting, because I am always interested in how the same words can be interpreted so differently by people who share quite a bit in common, culturally.
In terms of my own personal insights, I noted that some of what is said in the book about one's relationship to happiness echoes, or is analogous to, what I read in Natan Sharansky's book about humiliation. This observation is probably worth expanding, but not now... I'm pretty tired.