Displaced

• I’ve been recklessly optimistic recently with my change in career (corporate to not-corporate) and now my optimism is floating around in a pool of optimism over at The Optimist Conspectus. Read here. Yay optimism!
• I love My NYC’s photos. Make me homesick. I wish San Francisco had some edgy attitude to bring to the table. And, “Bring me my vegan muffin!” doesn’t count.
• Marc Johns has a new piece up about lightswitches and traffic lights. I’d love to have a little room of Marc’s stuff that I could play in when I’m feeling distracted or low.
• If your Twitter herd has gotten a little dull, check out Favrd and re-acquire your enthusiasm for the medium. They list the tweets most commonly tagged as favorites. (“I’ve decided start watching “Lost.” Can someone catch me up? There was a plane crash, right?”) Simple. Elegant. And a reminder of why Twitter is excellente, mis amigos.

I am not one of those people who is able to be happy for other people’s success just because they succeeded. I just can’t do it.

Here’s why:

1. Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inside Basketball.
2. Gwyneth Paltrow winning an Oscar just for being her rich, blonde self in Shakespeare in Love the same year that Cate Blanchett was up for Elizabeth I. (I know I should be over this by now. I’m not.)
3. Bob Saget being paid for doing anything whatsoever ever.
4. Pol Pot.

However, I am totally over-excited about some people being successful, and one of them is Marc Johns. We love Marc Johns. He has a book coming out May 1st and you should get it. I am counting the days until my copy arrives.