> All this low tech (by today’s standard) was unimaginable and inconceivable
10 years ago.
To be technically pedantic, I don't think the above is true.
----- Original Message -----
>From: Harvey Tobkes
To: harveyt@prodigy.net
Sent: Monday, May 03, 2004 5:50 PM
Subject: Walking to happiness
As you know, I walk 6 miles every day alongside the beach and the ocean here
in Hallandale/Hollywood. Sometimes when I want to have some fun with
gadgets, I use my handheld Magellan GPS, which gets its signal from
satellites and is accurate to within an incredible 5 feet. Sometimes I wear
my heart monitor strapped across my chest, which then gives me my heart rate
read out on my wristwatch. All this low tech (by today’s standard) was
unimaginable and inconceivable 10 years ago.
Also indispensable, is my Sony Walkman Radio AM/FM, CD, MP3 player. In the
trunk of my car, I have a basket full of homemade CD’s to choose from so
that I can select the music to match my mood. My favorite CD has 20
inspirational Marches, all selected from my MP3files; a variety of music
from around the world, e.g. La Marseillaise from France, Der Panzer Anthem
from Nazi Germany, Glory, Glory Hallelujah from the U.S. The Brave Don
Cossacks from Russia, the classical Marche Militaire played by the André
Rieu orchestra, Themes from the movies like Rocky and Bridge Over The River
Kwai, Radetzky Marsch, Battle Hymn of the Republic, Hava Nagila from Israel,
Russian Waltz by Shostakovich and When Johnny Come Marching Home Again. Just
to name a few.
Well, I used to walk at a faster pace but my GPS tells me my current walk
speed average is 18.5 minutes per mile, so I am out there about 2 hours
every day.
I confess nobody likes to walk with me because when my mood is elevated I
often sing along quite loudly to the music in my headset. Nevertheless, when
the endorphins flow, I emote completely uninhibited.
I never get bored or tired doing all this; it does not require discipline,
instead if I don’t do it I feel like something is wrong somewhere (a crude
but similar example would be when you are out of sorts owing to
constipation).
Why is it that sometimes a simple toy (like a boat made from paper) will
please a child more than the most expensive train set?
Why is it that some adults can find a high state of elation and happiness in
things that cost little or nothing, yet others try to spend their way to
happiness only to find that doesn’t work?
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