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August 05, 2007



Hope you did something more exciting than fold laundry. That's a task saved for when you're watching some tv show (unless you don't have time to do that either). I try and go by the motto 'Work to live, not live to work.'


Jory, firstly congratulations on yet another terrific BlogHer - it finally got coverage over here,
in the IT pages (I will email it to you when I've downloaded it from the archive, unfortunately it's now offline).
And secondly, if you can get hold of it, the film 'The Rage In Placid Lake' starring Oz pop star Ben Lee (who used to be attached to Claire Danes) will make you laugh while you fold the laundry, and reconfirm your clear-eyed sanity once more. Hang in there, your recovery is an ongoing process.


The life-styles you're describing all sound very alien to me, but finding leisure time, phoning friends and even folding laundry (which I find quite contemplative) sound good.

The plan of postponing life until retirement has a major flaw: one never knows how much there will be. And, frankly, I have yet to see somebody who does that to savor his life once he is retired.

Dawn Cardon

As a transplant from rural Washington State, who grew up in a town with a median income of $17,000 I was amazed that 70% of my classmates at Stanford could afford the entire $42,000+ annual tuition. An income of $40,000 would have made you wealthy in my hometown, and look at all these families who had that much to spare! As I approached graduation and learned the logistics of life outside the hamlet I spent my childhood in, I realized how little $40,000 was in many areas of the country. Now, as a recent college graduate living in San Francisco, I earn more than that amount myself and still am carless and living in a smallish, older apartment. Where do all those extra dollars go? They go to food (working 50, 60, 70 hours a week means no time for grocery shopping and preparing meals in my mini-kitchen, transportation (bus, cabs when I indulge on the weekends, maybe... hopefully a vespa eventually!), rent, internet (comcast is a monopolistic beast), laundry, et al. I have more bills than I have dishes in my kitchen. yikes. Basically, poverty is relative and though the idea of a working-class millionaire is tragic, I may myself end up one. If I'm lucky that is.


Jory, this is so timely, thank you. Just finished re reading a wonderful book, my FBF (first boyfriend)gave to me way back in 1974...BE HERE NOW...
timely because as I am officially post menapausal (so the blood test states), I want as many tools as possible to remember where I am...
Here & Now
If this treasure has not yet passed your desk (or been downloaded on your TREO, can you do that on a TREO? not sure what a TREO is, just a quick glance makes me think of OREO...yum)take a look between folding and phone calls.

Priscilla Palmer

You have been tagged for The Personal Development List. (See my site for details) I would love for you to participate.

John W. McKenna


You’ve been tagged for the “Does Most Leadership Suck Challenge”. Check the link for details.

Take care...



Hi Jory,
After Priscilla Palmer's self development list Jenny and I have decided to try to help build the self development community. So we are holding a little contest. I would like to invite you, and anyone else interested, to find out more details at jenny-and-erin.com/2007/09/win-a-25-gift-certificate/

Purse Lover

I can't even begin to fathom
$1 to $5 Million in the bank and feeling any real need or desire to work anymore. I can't imagine what sorof money love drives an individual to keep working simply for more and more. Move and retire.

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