The Book of Awesome (3 page)
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Authors: Neil Pasricha
These days those classic playgrounds sure are hard to come by.
Everything is plastic now, unaffected by temperature, easy to disinfect, and bendable into all kinds of
Safe-T-Shapes
—the sharp, rusty nail heads of yesterday replaced with nontoxic washable adhesives poured from a cauldron of polymers and Purell. Now not only are our kids getting lame
baby-approved fun
, but just think what we’re doing to the tetanus shot industry.
Safe-T-Shapes
—the sharp, rusty nail heads of yesterday replaced with nontoxic washable adhesives poured from a cauldron of polymers and Purell. Now not only are our kids getting lame
baby-approved fun
, but just think what we’re doing to the tetanus shot industry.
Seriously though, new playgrounds sure are terrible. Some experts say that that playgrounds have become so sterile and boring that kids just walk away from them, preferring instead to hang out in the weeds by the railroad tracks or
throw bottles
in the alley behind the pizza place. Children could actually be placed in more danger by these lame plastic netherworlds that encourage more video game time instead of fresh air and bruising. Another blow to childhood struck by overprotective parents and pesky lawsuits.
throw bottles
in the alley behind the pizza place. Children could actually be placed in more danger by these lame plastic netherworlds that encourage more video game time instead of fresh air and bruising. Another blow to childhood struck by overprotective parents and pesky lawsuits.
Well, we can’t change the world, so let’s just enjoy the good news: Old, fun, dangerous playgrounds are not completely extinct. Yes, the Safety Conglomerate hasn’t killed all the buzz with their rocking horses two inches off the ground, pillowy-soft imitation sand, and
stationary, bolted-on steering wheels
. Old, dangerous playground equipment can still be found. It’s out there.
stationary, bolted-on steering wheels
. Old, dangerous playground equipment can still be found. It’s out there.
So please, when you find monkey bars taunting you from ten feet off the ground, extended
seesaws
that allow for maximum elevation, and rickety, sagging rope bridges with planks missing, run around like crazy, bump your head a few times, and twist your ankle. Because tell me something—is there anything quite like it?
seesaws
that allow for maximum elevation, and rickety, sagging rope bridges with planks missing, run around like crazy, bump your head a few times, and twist your ankle. Because tell me something—is there anything quite like it?
AWESOME!
Intergenerational dancing
Have you ever felt too old or too young on the dance floor?
Maybe you and your husband signed up for a Saturday morning
ballroom dancing class
and noticed everyone else arriving on a shuttle bus from the old folks’ home. Or maybe you surprised your wife with a romantic date night on your tenth wedding anniversary and accidentally stumbled into a local college hotspot full of
white baseball caps
, bead necklaces, and Jell-O shooters. Or maybe you just found out the hard way that All-Ages usually means All-Underagers.
ballroom dancing class
and noticed everyone else arriving on a shuttle bus from the old folks’ home. Or maybe you surprised your wife with a romantic date night on your tenth wedding anniversary and accidentally stumbled into a local college hotspot full of
white baseball caps
, bead necklaces, and Jell-O shooters. Or maybe you just found out the hard way that All-Ages usually means All-Underagers.
I mean, if you’ve ever found yourself saying “Man, I feel old here,” or
“Does anyone else smell Ben-Gay?”
then you know what I’m talking about. It’s not that people of different age groups don’t socialize, it’s just that they don’t often groove to the same beats is all.
“Does anyone else smell Ben-Gay?”
then you know what I’m talking about. It’s not that people of different age groups don’t socialize, it’s just that they don’t often groove to the same beats is all.
I think that’s why wedding dance floors are a real sight.
They’re a breeding ground for that amazing intergenerational dancing that’s just so rare and beautiful to see.
You’ve got grandmas slow-dancing with their
five-year-old grandchildren
to “What a Wonderful World,” old men crowd-surfing over a pack of sweaty teenagers, snaking conga lines of all shapes and sizes, and circles forming around anyone who happens to be doing something interesting— whether that’s a father-and-daughter team waltzing in circles or a slightly inebriated bridesmaid
shaking her booty
with a ninety-year-old great-grandpa in a wheelchair.
five-year-old grandchildren
to “What a Wonderful World,” old men crowd-surfing over a pack of sweaty teenagers, snaking conga lines of all shapes and sizes, and circles forming around anyone who happens to be doing something interesting— whether that’s a father-and-daughter team waltzing in circles or a slightly inebriated bridesmaid
shaking her booty
with a ninety-year-old great-grandpa in a wheelchair.
Yes, intergenerational dancing is a rare and wonderful thing. It’s a magical moment where boundaries are broken and the thumping
power of music
sort of sweeps us all together into a tiny little place where everything’s just cast aside in favor of living for the moment.
power of music
sort of sweeps us all together into a tiny little place where everything’s just cast aside in favor of living for the moment.
AWESOME!
Strategic trick-or-treating
Trick-or-treating ain’t no game.
No, it’s a life lesson in goal setting, planning, and tactical execution. Kids who master trick-or-treating go on to become successful world leaders. Kids who don’t could possibly do the same but have less chocolate to show for it. The point is that chocolate is delicious, and you should fill your pillowcase with as much as possible. You just have to master the
Four Rules of Strategic Trick-or-Treating first
:
Four Rules of Strategic Trick-or-Treating first
:
1.
Mo’ money, mo’ problems.
In terms of
where
to go trick-or-treating, there’s always a lot of chatter about driving over to the rich neighborhood for the big score. People would have you believe that the rich enjoy lavishing children with giant cakes and full cases of root beer. But that’s a lie! Rich people got rich by being cheap, and their massive front yards will just slow you down. That’s right, you’ll be navigating wrought-iron fences, duck-shaped hedges, and koi ponds instead of ringing doorbells. Aim for the new neighborhood with little kids and the all-important densely packed homes.
Mo’ money, mo’ problems.
In terms of
where
to go trick-or-treating, there’s always a lot of chatter about driving over to the rich neighborhood for the big score. People would have you believe that the rich enjoy lavishing children with giant cakes and full cases of root beer. But that’s a lie! Rich people got rich by being cheap, and their massive front yards will just slow you down. That’s right, you’ll be navigating wrought-iron fences, duck-shaped hedges, and koi ponds instead of ringing doorbells. Aim for the new neighborhood with little kids and the all-important densely packed homes.
2.
Dress for success.
Trick-or-treating is a race against the clock, so set yourself up for success by wearing running shoes and avoiding masks that hurt your visibility. No ballet slippers, high heels, or sandals. No robes, capes, or togas. And none of those cheap plastic masks from the dollar store that attach with a thin elastic and a couple of staples. Basically, keep simplifying your costume and timing yourself running up and down the basement stairs until you’ve found a winner. If in doubt, go as Carl Lewis.
Dress for success.
Trick-or-treating is a race against the clock, so set yourself up for success by wearing running shoes and avoiding masks that hurt your visibility. No ballet slippers, high heels, or sandals. No robes, capes, or togas. And none of those cheap plastic masks from the dollar store that attach with a thin elastic and a couple of staples. Basically, keep simplifying your costume and timing yourself running up and down the basement stairs until you’ve found a winner. If in doubt, go as Carl Lewis.
3.
Partner up.
It will be tempting to form a trick-or-treating posse and move from door to door as one big, shifty amoeba of fluorescent tape and face paint.
Resist that temptation.
The amoeba will cause two problems: First, the group will travel at the speed of the slowest member. That means one kid with flat feet and asthma ruins everyone’s night. Second, a big group triggers the rationing instinct in the people handing out candy. They become overwhelmed and default to the “One for you, one for
you
” candy-for-everyone technique. You don’t want that. So instead, you need to pick one partner. Qualifications for that lucky someone include a low resting heart rate, winning smile, and really cute costume. The last one is key. The costume should trigger the “Aren’t you adorable!” reflex that inspires extra candy. Gold standard here is a fit toddler in a ladybug costume with new Reeboks.
Partner up.
It will be tempting to form a trick-or-treating posse and move from door to door as one big, shifty amoeba of fluorescent tape and face paint.
Resist that temptation.
The amoeba will cause two problems: First, the group will travel at the speed of the slowest member. That means one kid with flat feet and asthma ruins everyone’s night. Second, a big group triggers the rationing instinct in the people handing out candy. They become overwhelmed and default to the “One for you, one for
you
” candy-for-everyone technique. You don’t want that. So instead, you need to pick one partner. Qualifications for that lucky someone include a low resting heart rate, winning smile, and really cute costume. The last one is key. The costume should trigger the “Aren’t you adorable!” reflex that inspires extra candy. Gold standard here is a fit toddler in a ladybug costume with new Reeboks.
4.
Timing is everything.
The last rule is all about the three key stages of Halloween candy collecting. Times may vary depending where you’re from, but they go something like this:
Timing is everything.
The last rule is all about the three key stages of Halloween candy collecting. Times may vary depending where you’re from, but they go something like this:
•
The 4-6 p.m. Start Up:
You must be very active and running around here before the street gets too busy. This is your time to hit houses at the peak of their inventory levels, when people may hand out more because of excess supply or poor foresight.
The 4-6 p.m. Start Up:
You must be very active and running around here before the street gets too busy. This is your time to hit houses at the peak of their inventory levels, when people may hand out more because of excess supply or poor foresight.
•
The 6-7 p.m. Rest Up:
Streets are at their busiest. Don’t get caught in other people’s amoebas. Now’s the time to go home and dump out the pillowcase and refresh the face paint. Also, it’s a good time to hit your local fast food joints. McDonald’s is usually pretty generous.
The 6-7 p.m. Rest Up:
Streets are at their busiest. Don’t get caught in other people’s amoebas. Now’s the time to go home and dump out the pillowcase and refresh the face paint. Also, it’s a good time to hit your local fast food joints. McDonald’s is usually pretty generous.
•
The 7-9 p.m. Clean Up:
Now it’s all about picking up the scraps. Some houses will be left with too much candy and people will start giving handfuls instead of fingerfuls. Others will feel guilty about running low and start handing out creative treats from their kitchen, like pudding cups or boxes of Jell-O powder. The Clean Up stage is a real test of your cardio-fitness level, as many houses will have their lights turned out by now, forcing you to zigzag the street in search of the remaining bounty.
The 7-9 p.m. Clean Up:
Now it’s all about picking up the scraps. Some houses will be left with too much candy and people will start giving handfuls instead of fingerfuls. Others will feel guilty about running low and start handing out creative treats from their kitchen, like pudding cups or boxes of Jell-O powder. The Clean Up stage is a real test of your cardio-fitness level, as many houses will have their lights turned out by now, forcing you to zigzag the street in search of the remaining bounty.
Now that you’ve got a game plan, just remember to keep it clean out there. Under cover of night and
camouflage face paint
some folks venture into the murky trick-or-treating ethical gray zone. Stay away from these folks, because while they’re telling people that today’s their birthday too, collecting a second bag for a “sick sibling at home,” or body-checking toddlers into bushes on their way up the walk, you can rest knowing that you came out to play by the rules.
camouflage face paint
some folks venture into the murky trick-or-treating ethical gray zone. Stay away from these folks, because while they’re telling people that today’s their birthday too, collecting a second bag for a “sick sibling at home,” or body-checking toddlers into bushes on their way up the walk, you can rest knowing that you came out to play by the rules.
And you won.
AWESOME!
Seeing a cop on the side of the road and realizing you’re going the speed limit anyway
Stress level goes up.
Stress level goes down.
AWESOME!
Illegal naps
You know what’s even better than lying on a hammock in the backyard on a sunny Saturday afternoon? Better than catching a few winks after classes before a long night out at the bars? Better than falling asleep on the couch with the baseball game on the radio? You know what’s even better than all that?
I’ll tell you what:
illegal naps
, my friend. Sneaking them in when you ain’t supposed to.
illegal naps
, my friend. Sneaking them in when you ain’t supposed to.
Napping any time you know you shouldn’t be napping has a bit of an edgy, dangerous feel to it, like sneaking into a movie, sharing a free-refill soda at a family restaurant, or coming through customs without declaring the new sweater you’re wearing.
I’m talking about driving away from work at lunchtime, parking in a nearby parking lot, tilting back your driver’s seat, and sneaking in a little siesta before an afternoon full of meetings. I’m talking about waking up groggily at 11 a.m. after a long night, chomping on handfuls of cold popcorn while surfing the Internet for an hour, then going back to the bedroom to crash all afternoon, building toward that exotic and sinful
Day o’ Naps
. Yes, I’m talking about the naps you pull off in the bathroom stall at work, the ones at the back of the bus just before your stop, and the naps you take in the middle of a big bout of procrastination before a deadline, when you convince yourself that a quick snooze will give you more energy to finish that big paper due in a few hours.
Day o’ Naps
. Yes, I’m talking about the naps you pull off in the bathroom stall at work, the ones at the back of the bus just before your stop, and the naps you take in the middle of a big bout of procrastination before a deadline, when you convince yourself that a quick snooze will give you more energy to finish that big paper due in a few hours.
So come on! If you’re with me, then you agree
life’s just too short not to sleep when you feel like it
. So lower those blinds, unplug that alarm clock, and nap strong, nap long, and nap proud, my friends.
life’s just too short not to sleep when you feel like it
. So lower those blinds, unplug that alarm clock, and nap strong, nap long, and nap proud, my friends.
AWESOME!
When you get the milk-to-cereal ratio just right
Things could go a few different ways near the bottom of that cereal bowl:
1.
Drowning in white.
You poured too fast and over-filled the bowl. Now after you spoon up the soggy O’s, you’re left with an inch of
sloshy, super-saturated, sandy-colored syrup
at the bottom. Well, the damage is done, so I say bottoms up to that. Just tilt your head, tilt your bowl, and say hello to a peppy morning full of jitters and fast talking.
Drowning in white.
You poured too fast and over-filled the bowl. Now after you spoon up the soggy O’s, you’re left with an inch of
sloshy, super-saturated, sandy-colored syrup
at the bottom. Well, the damage is done, so I say bottoms up to that. Just tilt your head, tilt your bowl, and say hello to a peppy morning full of jitters and fast talking.
2.
Cornflake beach.
Here’s where you end up with too much cereal and not enough milk. You first notice it when you’re halfway through your bowl and those flakes seem
a bit too crunchy for their own good
. So you look down and notice you’re swimming in the wading pool, my friend. Assuming you’re out of milk
or are very lazy
, you have to frantically start rationing, aiming for just enough milk in each spoonful to get by. Let’s hope you make it and don’t end up with a fat lump of slightly damp cornflakes sitting pathetically on the side of your bowl.
Cornflake beach.
Here’s where you end up with too much cereal and not enough milk. You first notice it when you’re halfway through your bowl and those flakes seem
a bit too crunchy for their own good
. So you look down and notice you’re swimming in the wading pool, my friend. Assuming you’re out of milk
or are very lazy
, you have to frantically start rationing, aiming for just enough milk in each spoonful to get by. Let’s hope you make it and don’t end up with a fat lump of slightly damp cornflakes sitting pathetically on the side of your bowl.
3.
Cereal Bowl Bliss.
Oh mama, this here’s the perfect milk-to-cereal jackpot. Maybe you’re like my friend Mu, who has lifted the art of obtaining
Cereal Bowl Bliss
into a noble, decades-long search for perfection. Yes, he has studied milk absorption for years and knows that a bowl of Froot Loops and a bowl of Frosted Flakes have nothing in common other than a mascot who lives in the jungle. See, Mu points out that those Froot Loops float high and dry while Frosted Flakes are like crispy sponges that require a lot more milk to make it through. And then there’s the bowl itself. Sure, a big, deep bowl may look great when you pull it out of the cupboard, but watch out for the illusion of size. You may end up drowning in white if you’re not careful. Lastly, if you’re ready for
Advanced Milking
, you may be interested in the patient art of
The Sit
, which involves letting your beautiful bowl of cereal lie on the counter for a good minute or two before eating. This allows your cereal to soak up a consistent amount of milk and prevents those dreaded bone-dry
first bites of crunchiness
that offset your whole ratio. Remember: This is Advanced Milking, folks. Not for the faint of heart or extremely hungry.
Cereal Bowl Bliss.
Oh mama, this here’s the perfect milk-to-cereal jackpot. Maybe you’re like my friend Mu, who has lifted the art of obtaining
Cereal Bowl Bliss
into a noble, decades-long search for perfection. Yes, he has studied milk absorption for years and knows that a bowl of Froot Loops and a bowl of Frosted Flakes have nothing in common other than a mascot who lives in the jungle. See, Mu points out that those Froot Loops float high and dry while Frosted Flakes are like crispy sponges that require a lot more milk to make it through. And then there’s the bowl itself. Sure, a big, deep bowl may look great when you pull it out of the cupboard, but watch out for the illusion of size. You may end up drowning in white if you’re not careful. Lastly, if you’re ready for
Advanced Milking
, you may be interested in the patient art of
The Sit
, which involves letting your beautiful bowl of cereal lie on the counter for a good minute or two before eating. This allows your cereal to soak up a consistent amount of milk and prevents those dreaded bone-dry
first bites of crunchiness
that offset your whole ratio. Remember: This is Advanced Milking, folks. Not for the faint of heart or extremely hungry.
Anyway, when you get the milk-and-cereal ratio just right at breakfast, you’re all aces, my friend. And when you hit it, you hit it, and
you know you hit it
, because that last spoonful goes down smooth without a hint of drowning in white or surfing up onto cornflake beach.
you know you hit it
, because that last spoonful goes down smooth without a hint of drowning in white or surfing up onto cornflake beach.
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mmmmmm.
AWESOME!
High-fiving babies
Because they don’t usually leave you hanging.
AWESOME!
When you’re awkwardly standing by yourself with a full cafeteria tray of food and then suddenly spot your friend waving at you
The dreaded Cafeteria Standalone.
Blue plastic tray wobbling in both hands, carrying a big rolling glass of iced tea and a heavy ceramic plate loaded with steaming roast beef, wet mashed potatoes, and
bland baby carrots
, you exit the cafeteria line and glance at the full crowd in front of you.
bland baby carrots
, you exit the cafeteria line and glance at the full crowd in front of you.
It’s the high school cafeteria, the workplace lunchroom, or the food court at the mall. Everybody is laughing,
at you maybe
, while you stand and stare out at the kaleidoscopic sea of smiling faces.
at you maybe
, while you stand and stare out at the kaleidoscopic sea of smiling faces.
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