Forrest Gump

Here we are at another Hump Day, so here we are with another speedlink. We start off with a post by Joshua Wilner who explores what would have happened if Forrest Gump was a blogger. He likely would have been a very mediocre writer, but his exceptional stories and his ceaseless streak of dumb luck would make for a very entertaining read. Forrest may use simple language, but he’s got some deceptively sage advice too. Being mediocre can still be great.

Maybe it’s not mediocrity, but rather simplicity that we seek. If that’s the case, then perhaps Stacey Robinsmith has got it figured out after enjoying beautiful day with his daughter. On the surface, the day wasn’t all that special — they went out for some food in Kitsilano before ending up at Granville Island — but deceptively simple days like that are the ones you truly cherish. A bacon macaron and some incredible flavor-infused olive oil aren’t so bad either.

We all want to be happy and we don’t want to sacrifice who we are in order to achieve happiness. It’s on that note that Amber-Lee Schneider reminds us about the importance of authenticity and how we don’t need to “fit in” any particular category. You can do yoga without being a full-on yogi. You don’t have to lose who you are in order to be successful. Put another way, “you are the only you that exists, and the world needs that.”

Care to travel the world in search of unique food? Cherri Megasko has compiled a list of a number of exotic soups from around the globe. It starts out with the simple staple of Vietnamese pho, but we soon find ourselves staring at a bowl of soup in the Cayman Islands that is made with green sea turtle. Perhaps you’d be more interested in iguana soup from Bonaire or “Viagra” soup served in a restaurant in Nicaragua? You can guess what that last one is supposed to do.

Finally, we close with Tim Brand from the Bleedingfinger blog who managed to get a weekend to himself away from the wife and family. And he decided to spend those precious few days alone in the woods. He got himself a tiny little log cabin in the Hocking Hills of Ohio where he could retreat from “all the noise of life” and “get back to typing.” It was the quiet break that he needed.