I, like many other people, have been to very nice (and exceedingly/unjustifiably? expensive) restaurants where they “bestowed” upon me the smallest portions imagineable, almost baby sized. I recall on one occasion being presented with ice cream that looked like a hollowed out scoop taken by teaspoon. The spoon actually provides reminded me of something small enough to be used in a surgery. The implication: savor this. 

Years ago when I was in Las Vegas, before moving to NYC and experiencing the “Guggenheim proper”, I visited the museum’s stepchild there. The first two rooms were filled with stuff I disliked. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of it. As moved through the second room, I saw daylight and upon asking the security guards if this “was it?!” It was suggested that I retrace my steps really spend time with the paintings. Condescending assumptions notwithstanding, the implication was: savor this. 

I savor ideas. I savor words. The worst time to savor words is when I have a ton to read for work. That would be to scarf down the crumb-encrusted crumbs, or to sprint through the museum, even if we dislike the pieces. It’s also not a good time to blog per se, but words inspire and the gift of inspiration should never be (fully) ignored (and certainly not often). I’ve been doing both too frequently..