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Title: “The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun”

Author: Gretchen Rubin

Rank: 20

Blurb: “Gretchen Rubin had an epiphany one rainy afternoon in the unlikeliest of places: a city bus. ‘The days are long, but the years are short,’ she realized. ‘Time is passing, and I’m not focusing enough on the things that really matter.’ In that moment, she decided to dedicate a year to her happiness project.”

Review: “There are other such oddities that make me wonder if this woman and I are living on the same planet, such as when she decides that collecting something might make her happy but can’t think of anything to collect.”

Customers Also Bought: “I Will Teach You To Be Rich,” by Ramit Sethi

Footnote: Try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations. And finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises.

The Happiness Project [Amazon]

Buy or Die [Stinque@Amazon kickback link]


I view happiness as fleeting.

I prefer to enjoy those moments when I am happy rather than seek it out (the Buddhist approach to Nirvana.)

I think it foolish to attempt to be in a perpetual state of bliss (I sarcastically call it the unending orgasm.)

Is she giving away copies to the billion or so people who don’t know where the next meal is coming from?

I said to a friend of mine the other day – give me 10 minutes alone in a room with Tony Robbins, and I would have him ready to slit his wrists. I am that good.

Privileged white girl comes to stunning realization that her life doesn’t suck. Film at 11.

@blogenfreude: Every silver lining has a steaming turd inside. I, too, belong to that crowd. People who are Happy make me deeply suspicious.

@Mistress Cynica: And scores a book deal. Otherwise, failure.

@blogenfreude: I have a friend who worked for Mr. R, who’s based in Sandy Eggo. No dirt to dish, alas.

And teh gratuitous kahk shots are where exactly?

it has to be said

you’re perky.
i hate perky.

@nojo: Who could have predicted that a white guy with chiseled good looks would be successful?

Y’all feel free to laugh at me, but I recently read Finding Your Own North Star by Martha Beck, and it really gave me a whole new perspective on work and life in general. I absolutely recommend it.

It is pop-psychology in a sense, but it’s also extraordinarily useful.

“Happiness,” as Madison Avenue and Hollywood market it, is basically a false, unachievable goal designed to get us to keep shopping. The true goals should be satisfaction and contentment (punctuated by joy), which you may achieve by figuring out what you really want to do with your life. Work doesn’t seem like work at all if you’re doing what you love, etc–related to the concept of “doing without doing.” The trick is to figure out how to make money at it.

@baked: From your pictures I would not have guessed you are really Lou Grant.

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