Skip to main content


We've all heard the expression that everything is connected. And now there is a movie about the phenomenon, called THE CONNECTED UNIVERSE. It is based on the work of Nassim Haramein, an amateur physicist discredited by the establishment who claims to have solved equations that puzzled even Einstein. The film is about the bridge between science and spirituality and how physics has at last found that indeed all is one.

But you don't need to be an Einstein or a Haramein to observe the connectivity at work. Perhaps you've witnessed instances of synchronicity in your own life. Say when you look up a foreign word and no sooner learn the meaning than you hear it spoken three or four times in as many days. Or you see how connected we as people really are, even friends you'd never imagine could possibly know each other, spread out as everyone is in a big city, turn out to be besties unbeknownst to you.

The other day I was telling my cousin Alisha about my romantic history and my ex-girlfriend Shannon's name came up. I realized as we were talking that it was Shannon's birthday, so I decided to drop her a line to say hi. It was the first time I had contacted Shannon on her birthday in 13 years, back when we were a couple and had sushi in the valley to celebrate her 27th. Shannon thanked me for the birthday wishes and suggested we get together for lunch some time soon. Not one to procrastinate, I asked if she was free over the weekend. 

The next day I get a call from my cousin. "I think the universe wants you to contact Shannon," she said eerily. Turns out Alisha was at the hair salon getting her hair colored when my brother's name came up. Alisha was drinking his beverage and mentioned that she was the owner's cousin. Ingrid (her stylist) said she new GTs brother (me) way back when. Ingrid is in fact one of Shannon's best friends, and we used to hang out back in the day, when she was pregnant with her now 13-year-old son. When she told Alisha that Shannon and I used to date, Alisha shrieked and said, "That Shannon!" Because Alisha knows Shannon too! They are members of some charitable organization and their kids often play together. They don't even live in the same city and here they are hanging out. What a small world. Which I suppose is another way of saying everything is connected. 

PS I never heard back from Shannon about our lunch date. I guess the connection was dropped. Or the ball, is how the saying goes.


Popular posts from this blog


I was watching the TV show Naked and Afraid last night as I sometimes do. The show teams together two strangers, a man and a woman, who attempt to survive on their own for a period of 21 days in some remote and isolated region. Some of the locales featured include the Australian Outback, the Amazonian rainforest and the African Savanna. The man may have a military background, or be an adventurist or deep sea fisherman. Sometimes he's an ordinary dude who lives with mom. The woman is a park ranger or extreme fitness enthusiast or "just a mom" herself. Sometimes the couple quarrel, sometimes one or both "tap out" (quit) in a fit of anger or illness. It is satisfying to see them actually make it through the challenge and reach their extraction point. The victors are usually exhausted, emaciated, begrimed and bare ass naked. 

Even more satisfying, at least for me, is the occasional ass shot, snuck in at strategic intervals to boost viewership, of course. It's co…


There is no such thing as screw-ups.

Case in point. My excellent friend Deej comes over to help me beautify the garden. He immediately dives in, crouching down on his knees and weed whacking with his bare hands. Before I can say yay or nay, he proceeds to remove a huge clump of daisy greens from the oblong patch of Earth adjacent to the driveway. The area instantly looks bare. Like the back of Woody Allen's head. Smoothing out the soil and shaking his head Deej mutters to himself "I fucked it up!" over and over again. We try everything. Planting succulents in the daisy's place. Covering it with rocks. But still the area looks barren. And every time you water it the water trickles down onto the sidewalk in the absence of roots to hold it in place. It's getting dark so we go back inside. The next day I return to the spot with a clear perspective and remove all the other daisies, leaving only rose bushes and the succulents that DJ planted, and depositing 10 bags of m…


This is not a commentary on the latest fitness fad. Because if it were, the little I'd have to say on the subject would be largely derogatory. I simply cannot see see how crouching in a stuffy, dark, cramped room surrounded by sweat-drenched strangers while expending a lot of energy and going nowhere deserves to be called fun, though aficionados tell me it is (fun). I tell these aficionados that if no pain no gain is your thing, discomfort can be had for a lot cheaper than $50 an hour. Try plucking your nose hairs. What we don't do for the sake of beauty. This endurance heir to the Stairmaster and elliptical is all hype. There's a name for the type who likes to run (or otherwise move) in place. It's called a hamster. 

This reminds me of a joke my father likes to tell, about what living with a woman turns a guy into. You go from a wolf to a sheep to a hamster. After nearly 40 years of married life, my dad has added cockroach to the zoological lineage. Which I'm sure …