When I was out to brunch with my parents last Sunday, my dad tells me he discovered a new law of nature. He has been reflecting on how much of his life he has spent sitting. As a computer programer with a regular 30+ min commute, he has racked up the sitting points.
As a side note it is amazing to think about how often we are sitting throughout our day. At the computer, watching TV, eating, driving, on and on...
So, my dad says that as we've evolved things are no longer about survival of the fittest. It is about survival of the SITTEST!
My dad has also started writing haikus over the past 6 months or so. He sent me this haiku a few days ago:
When reflecting on the blood donation experience, my friend and I noted how letting go of some blood can be therapeutic. And then, of course, we brought up the cleansing effect of menstruation. It was interesting to note that when we were in the bloodmobile, all the other people, except one, were male. The phlebotomists and the donors were all female. The dude was waiting for one of the donors.
I then thought of a few lines from a song off of Ani DiFranco's new album, which is on almost constant rotations in my car at the moment. In a song called, "Splinter," she says:
o women, won't you be our windows
women who bleed and bleed and bleed
women who swell with the tide and change when the wind blows
