The fastest, most effective way to learn about servant leadership is to take a puppy for a walk.
I put a business card pouch around my dog’s neck, like a St Bernard with brandy. Now when I meet people on walks, I tell ‘em she’s my personal assistant.
Peeing on every bush and hydrant is like Twitter for dogs. Except it’s always the same message: “Hey, it’s me! I was here! I’m peeing!”
Dogs speak 37 kinds of body language. 29 of them say, “Got anything to eat?”
Reality is a place that requires humor.
A zen couch potato contemplates the nature of televised existence.
Would I be another person if a different sperm had won?
Never look down on short people.
When we put vegetables up, we use jars, but we call it canning. I find that jarring. And uncanny.
I don’t buy health insurance. I rely on the placebo effect.
What if Elvis didn’t die? What if he moved to Japan and became a Sumo wrestler?
I think we’re genetically programmed to play the lottery. If God can get something from nothing — a Big Bang and a Universe — why can’t we?
The big bang happened because somebody told a great joke when God had a mouthful of milk.
Recycling is not a new concept. According to some eastern religions, God has been doing it to souls for an eternity.
I can sum up my new wellness program in one word: Siesta.
Be compassionate in your criticism. Opinions without the pi are onions.
© 2012 Greg Tamblyn