Sunday, June 2, 2013

Dessert Idea

9:35 - 9:38PM

I went to the grocery store to fetch groceries for the wife.

Bananas. Check.
"Special K" bars. Check.

Now, how's about a little something sweet for me for being such a good husband as to go out in the middle of the night for supplies.

As I searched through the frozen dessert section, (I was looking for lemon pie), I learned that our grocery store only carries lemon meringue pie. I'm not a fan of meringue and don't want it on my pie! Where's the plain lemon pie?! Doesn't exist. Not here, anyway.

As I had lemon on the brain while perusing the other cake and pie options, I had one of those epiphanies. I have an idea for a combination dessert that will either be the most amazing thing ever tasted by any taste bud in any mouth of any person who ever lived or be sufficiently disgusting to cause immediate and involuntary sitcom-quality spit takes.

Update to come...

3 by 3 Is All You Need

Silence is not physical, regardless of how easy it is to break. If anything can happen in three minutes, then a string of three-minute increments is powerful enough to bring possible into the realm of probable.

12:27 - 12:30PM
We created a layer of silence that started off fairly fragile. From our reciprocal stubbornness, and subsequent refusal to be the first to speak, we were able to slowly slather layer upon layer of silence on top of one another until the silence was so thick I thought it possible that we'd never be able to break it. There were words before hand, yes. But for three famous minutes between 12:27 and 12:30PM, there wasn't a word spoken, sound made. No music. No television.

Just silence.

12:30 - 12:33PM
At 12:30PM she spoke. The syrupy silence has coated and deadened the hairs in my inner ear so effectively that the sound of the silence breaking was nearly deafening. Being the bigger man, (as most women are prone to being), she apologized and I did, too. We talked for the remainder of the three minutes about what had happened to cause the silence and cleared the air.

12:33 - 12:36PM
It was as though nothing happened before the "discussion". We were back to the way we were and spent three minutes laughing about something someone had said or done in the store and couldn't believe how funny it was.

Three three-minute intervals. We went from just fine full-circle all the way back to just fine. 3 by 3.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Why "Three Famous Minutes"?

It's not random. It's not ambiguous. In my time on this earth, I've learned that three minutes is a near-magic number of minutes. In three minutes a drama series watcher can discover who the killer is. In three minutes a thriller watcher will be exposed to the surprise, twist ending. In three minutes, a young couple can learn that God intends to change their lives, forever. And, in three minutes, you can read each post that I will make to this blog. I want it to be plain and simple. Deep and funny. Thought-provoking and senseless.

I am nobody. But the power of thoughts and words are not bound by the nobodies that use and share them. I hope to demonstrate that, here.