A lot of big, tragic and important things have happened to this wonderful country of ours since April 2014. None of which I have covered. I was too busy writing about hungover parenting, ancient philosophy and my dog Colin.
Out of the 536 columns I have written, 27 were about that guy. Far too few. He is such a good boy, he deserves an article a week.
Today is the end of an era for me, and whenever these final events pop up in our lives, we can’t help but think about the ultimate end.
Everything we do, we will one day do for the last time. That’s why you have to enjoy things while they are around. It’s not just big events like leaving a job, house or loved one either. Whatever moment you happen to be in now, you will never get it back, and you don’t know how many more you have.
Everything we do in life, from eating pizza to spending time with the people we love, to driving, writing, drinking or breathing, we will one day experience for the final time. It might happen tomorrow. This can be either a depressing or an inspiring thought, depending on how you look at it.
A few years back in this column, I interviewed professor of philosophy William B Irvine, of Wright State University, Ohio, on this very topic. He put it this way on a Zoom call: “Recognition of the impermanence of everything in life can invest the things we do with a significance and intensity that would otherwise be absent. The only way we can be truly alive is if we make it our business periodically to entertain thoughts of the end.”
Today’s column is very meaningful to me because it is my last. Like the last night with a lover before she goes overseas. And just like a lover, there have been some half-arsed efforts put in from me over the years. Last week, for example, I spent 750 words moaning about how bad my cricket team is. But the truth is that any of my columns could have been the final. If I had reminded myself every week for the past 10 years that the end is inevitable, I may have been more grateful for having a column and appreciated writing them all as much as I am this one.
While everything we do could have more meaning with a focus on finitude, some things are inherently more worthwhile than others. There is no doubt my column “The pros and cons of wearing Speedos” from November 2022 was less meaningful than most things in this world. That was a waste of everyone’s time. So, if we only have so much time, how do we pick the best things to do?
Well, Oliver Burkeman, the author of Four Thousand Weeks – Time Management For Mortals, suggested this to me in a 2022 column: “Ask yourself, does this choice enlarge me? You usually know on some unspoken level if it does. That’s a good way to distinguish between options.”
With that in mind, I don’t feel great about my 2018 article on “New Zealand’s best hole”. That didn’t enlarge anyone.
There will be people reading this column right now who have loved my writing in the Herald and are sad to see it end. Others will have hated it and are glad to see me go. Many won’t have any opinion at all. But for those in the first camp, I have good news. I have a book coming out on May 28 called A Life Less Punishing – 13 Ways To Love The Life You Got (Allen and Unwin Book Publishers). It’s a deep dive into the history, philosophy and science of not wasting our time lost in anger, loneliness, humiliation, stress, fear, boredom and all the other ways we find to not enjoy perfectly good lives. It’s available for pre-order right now (google it if you’re interested).
A Life Less Punishing took me two years to write and is equivalent in words to 100 of these columns. Which would be a complete nightmare for those in the hate camp, but as I say, great news for those who want more.
Anyway, thanks to the Herald for having me, thanks to the lovely people who make an effort to say nice things to me about my column nearly every day and thanks to the universe for every single second we get.
Bless!
Crews discovered a huge shipwreck underneath the foundations of the World Trade Center Towers after 9/11
Following the finding, archaeologists were left scratching their heads.
When crews responding to the September 11 terrorist attacks discovered a shipwreck, they were astounded.
The World Trade Center terrorist attack site was still being excavated in 2010.
Archaeologists found a ship among the debris; it was only around 22 feet below street level.
It makes sense that the ancient wooden ship raised a lot of concerns. How did it arrive here? Why was it in this location? How did the ship get to be in the center of New York City?
Since then, researchers have unearthed the mysteries surrounding the enigmatic craft.
They were able to determine the age of the shipwreck by analyzing the tree rings on its wooden skeleton.
They learned that the wood from which the vessel was constructed originated in Philadelphia around 1773.
That being said, how in the world did a big wooden ship end up in the center of the city?
The World Trade Center’s exact location was in the Hudson River when Manhattan was initially inhabited.
Researchers are unsure about the cause of the ship’s sinking—a mishap or an accident.
Manhattan’s western shoreline shifted westward as New York built, finally burying the ship under debris and other waste.
Archaeologist Molly McDonald told CNN in 2014: “It’s such an intense site already based on its recent history, so to be in the midst of this urban, modern, very fraught location, and then to be sitting on what was a river bottom, with clams and fish, and the smell of low tide, was really an amazing juxtaposition.”
The ship would have been fully hidden from view by 1818, until the September 11 attacks of 2001.
And when Americans, New Yorkers, and people everywhere else watched in horror as a Boeing 767 filled with 20,000 gallons of jet fuel smashed into the World Trade Center’s northern tower on that terrible day, the ship was well and truly long forgotten.
The 110-story tower had a huge hole in it from the collision, which quickly killed hundreds of people.
An estimated 50,000 people worked in the buildings on a regular weekday.
It was estimated that an additional 140,000 individuals visited the Twin Towers on a daily basis.
It is mind-boggling that the World Trade Center was so big that it got its own zip code, 10048.
2,977 innocent individuals lost their lives as a result of the attacks, while thousands more suffered injuries.
And over the years, a great deal of people have passed by the location without realizing the nautical gem buried beneath.
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