A friend of mine sent me an email the other day telling me to Google “[your first name] needs” (including the quotes) and write down the first ten coherent results that came up.
I’m not a big fan of stuff like this. I need new ways to waste time on the Internet about as much as I need new ways to eat Oreos—I already know more than I should. On the other hand, I did have three minutes until I had to put on lipstick, find my shoes, and grab my keys before dashing out the door. Three minutes that may have changed my life forever.
I’m no stranger to esoteric problem-solving techniques. I was seriously into tarot cards for a few years. I’ve meditated with crystals. I’ve been known to ask a question and then find the answer by opening a magazine or newspaper and randomly pointing to a phrase. I once had an iPod mini that seemed to possess a psychic DJ so utterly attuned to my thoughts and emotions that it was like walking around with my own personal life soundtrack. And I still keep a Magic 8-Ball on my desk.
You know, just in case.










