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Chococlock controls your Chocolate Desires!
Can’t control your hunger for sweet stuff? Here’s a Chococlock that will let you set a time when you are supposed to eat candy.
Chocolate’s yummy, innit? So why deny your love for the scrumptious stuff when you can celebrate it with the whimsically daft Chococlock. This stylish retro-modern timepiece is a bit like a cuckoo clock but when its shutters open, on the hour every hour, it delivers a scrumptious chocolate treat to the tune of the ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’. You then have 30 seconds to retrieve your reward before the clock snatches it back. Loo break? Forget it.
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Chococlock controls your Chocolate Desires!
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RIP, Tim Russert
Sundays will never be the same. Earlier today, Tim Russert, the man who hosted “Meet The PressNation” on NBC, passed away. He apparently succumbed to a heart attack, although the exact cause of death has not yet been determined. It was a rude reminder of the fragility of life, and how quickly it comes to an end. It also reminded me of my own brush with mortality and how lucky I am to be around. Russert was a gold standard for many of us in the media business — a role model who never disappointed, constantly prodded and almost always informed.
Watching Russert, I learned how to ask tough and uneasy questions, be charming when charm was called for and indulge in indignation when an iron fist was necessary. Moreover, I learned how important it is to never be malicious, angry or improper — even though that has become the way of the world. At 58, he died too soon, for I think he would have liked to cover the historic upcoming elections. He passed while hard at work, and I suspect he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Not meeting him is the first big regret of my life.
RIP, Tim Russert
Sundays will never be the same. Earlier today, Tim Russert, the man who hosted “Meet The PressNation” on NBC, passed away. He apparently succumbed to a heart attack, although the exact cause of death has not yet been determined. It was a rude reminder of the fragility of life, and how quickly it comes to an end. It also reminded me of my own brush with mortality and how lucky I am to be around. Russert was a gold standard for many of us in the media business — a role model who never disappointed, constantly prodded and almost always informed.
Watching Russert, I learned how to ask tough and uneasy questions, be charming when charm was called for and indulge in indignation when an iron fist was necessary. Moreover, I learned how important it is to never be malicious, angry or improper — even though that has become the way of the world. At 58, he died too soon, for I think he would have liked to cover the historic upcoming elections. He passed while hard at work, and I suspect he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Not meeting him is the first big regret of my life.
The Crunchies … & Personal Update
This past Friday, I made my first public appearance since my health problems, at the Crunchies.
I spent nearly two hours at the event (with doctor’s blessings) and it was well worth it. Sure I was tired by the end of it, but it was great to feel the good karma from all the people who were in attendance. Your blessings and prayers have worked their magic. While it is unlikely that I am going to be back working at full steam for near foreseeable future, it is time to start thinking about some lite-work, such as replying to emails, and perhaps an occasional blog post.
On another note, I am grateful that the Crunchies team decided to donate a portion of ticket sales to American Heart Association. If you would like to support the AHA, you can do so by contributing here. You can also support by contributing to the UCSF, the hospital whose doctors worked tirelessly to get me back on my feet.
More importantly, I hope you don’t make the mistakes I made — unhealthy eating habits, lack of exercise and vices such as smoking. With few lifestyle changes, heart related problems can be prevented. Do yourself a favor — go to the doctor and get yourself checked.
Photo by Duncan Riley via Flickr.
