This weekend I heard somewhere something I’ve been thinking about a lot. You can aim for a happy life or a meaningful life, but you can’t have both. They are exclusive. People who are happy live in the moment, appreciate what’s right here and now, and don’t dwell on the past or fear the future. People who aim to live a meaningful life, on the other hand, seek to understand the past and are concerned about the future. Is it true? It might explain why people who meditate – who really meditate, not just dabble – don’t have blogs. And why SUVs often have fat drivers. I’d like to be…

I had a blue weekend. Just this week I remarked to someone that 2007 was the first year in maybe ten that I didn’t have a bit of an emotional ebb in November. I said I thought it was the daily vitamin D pill I’ve been taking for 6 months. A miracle! But yesterday I felt like I should rebook my old shrink Hammy. We spent almost 3 years together (once a week) earlier this decade after a pummelling of three family deaths, and 5 years before vitamin D made the cover of Time. How could a little white pill the size of a pencil lead give me a normal…