Those stout-hearted Americans who were so upset that their president discussed serious matters in a tan suit last week, had good and patriotic reason for their outbursts. But perhaps they didn't notice what would certainly have relieved them of their concern.
Wherever I go around the world, I see the same hunger to live our lives with more meaning and purpose and less unnecessary stress and burnout. This is the goal of "33 Days of Awakening Through Loyalty to Your Soul," a new online course being offered by the University of Santa Monica, which I'm delighted we have arranged to offer free for HuffPost readers. The class is designed so that on each day of the course, the intention for the day is supported with meditations, videos, podcasts and other resources that help us go deeper. Each day's email has a theme: clarifying our intentions, accepting what we cannot change, putting our thoughts in writing to help us forgive ourselves and others, writing out a gratitude list, dropping grudges and -- my favorite -- realizing that the way we deal with the issue is the issue. When we make these habits part of our daily practice, we can view ourselves and the world with more awareness and more gratitude.
The Video Music Awards have become a halfhearted, one-dimensional, and quite frankly inexplicable use of airtime, and in the post-TRL years have become about as relevant and vital as the music video itself.
Buffett used his punch-card analogy in an investment context. It's consistent with his belief that really profitable investment decisions are few and far between. But I think the punch-card analogy applies equally well to life, and to the decisions that define and shape our lives.
He had an uncanny ability to make people feel like he was their friend and that they really knew him. He gave you his attention -- whether you were a guy with a magic marker, or an audience of 5,000 -- you mattered.
Who cares if Burger King wraps its Whopper in the rainbow if the company is hurting the American economy, American taxpayers and American workers, including LGBT workers?
Perhaps not surprisingly, people have been quick to snicker about the Napa earthquake, downplaying its severity. To some extent, this makes sense -- the area was lucky. But while it's easy to cast judgment from afar and say, it's important to remember that these buildings meant something to their inhabitants.
Since a number of the discussions I've recently had about the events in Ferguson, MO seem to devolve into accusations that I'm either a racist, a liar or an idiot allow me to immediately address some facts that are not in dispute
My main man, Clay, was a beautiful, gray-white husky-shepherd-Akida mutt. He weighed almost 70 pounds, looked like a wolf and ran like the wind.
Before the end of the legislative session this Friday, California legislators are pondering action worse than just kicking the can down the road -- they're actively considering taking a dive on our energy security.
Amidst all the hell breaking loose in Ferguson, here was one more old scab to pick at -- immigrant-black tensions in small towns and inner cities.
This week at UCLA, more than 200 day laborers from across the country will come together for the eighth national convention of the National Day Laborer Organizing Network. They will gather to share experiences and struggles, celebrate victories, and continue the development of national and local strategies.
We've all talked ad nauseam about how music festivals have changed. We've reminisced (and bragged) about the good old days when FYF was at the L.A. Historic Park and before Coachella ever sold out.
Would you spend $500 for a dinner at a former cathedral? My answer was a resounding yes since the dinner was mainly being cooked by a famed French chef, Pierre Gagnaire, of whom I am a huge fan.
I have a whole new outlook, a whole new respect for it, and I'm glad, because there is so much that these passionate, talented, incredibly creative, and gloriously twisted artists have to offer!
I've had a slew of thoughts rushing through my head these last few days. I've cried the mother's wail. I've scrolled through old pictures in disbelief of this new reality. Mostly I've sat in shocked silence.