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Happiness is…

…a Saturday spent biking along the coast and drinking wine on the beach.

…a Sunday spent winning a football game.

…noticing on the ride home that there’s a tarot card/psychic shop going out of business.

Rebecca Watson

Rebecca leads a team of skeptical female activists at Skepchick.org. She travels around the world delivering entertaining talks on science, atheism, feminism, and skepticism. There is currently an asteroid orbiting the sun with her name on it. You can follow her every fascinating move on Twitter or on Google+.

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  1. . . . a Sunday spent moving the last of my possessions into my new room, which overlooks a garden.

    . . . and then procrastinating, reading Neil Gaiman's Fables & Reflections instead of doing work.

    . . . finally putting down the book to further my secret plans by taking pictures of my stuffed panda.

  2. Bwahaha. Which one was it? There's actually a new age bookshop in Brighton Center that's also closing its doors.

    I'd like to think this is a sign that people are becoming less sympathetic to woo, but in reality it's probably indicative of our slumping economy. … Oh, right. Happiness!

    With due respect to Rebecca and our other vegetarian friends, happiness is hanging out with old friends and stuffing your face with huge quantities of barbecue. Pork tenderloin… sooo good…

  3. Indeed, nothing like a Saturday afternoon and evening spent grilling bits of dead animal and drinking large quantities of cold Belgian beer.

    Happiness is also the moment on Sunday afternoon when your hangover has finally subsided.

  4. …clearing out the clutter from your house

    …finishing the patio project then having friends over to christen it.

    …having a great time with your friends drinking good gin,or good stouts, all night, and not having a hangover Sunday morning.

  5. Hey! I've got some tarot cards. You can play a really cool 16th-century card game with them. It's kinda like Spades or Bridge, except there's no bidding and the trumps are a suit unto themselves instead of swords, staves, cups, or discs.

  6. … clearing out one's clutter, seconded!

    … showing a place special to you to someone new.

    … stroking a cat as he purrs in the sun.

    … finishing a new poem.

    … showing my 3 year-old nephew a plant or animal he's never seen before.

    … watching a spacecraft launch / return.

    … the face of a friend not seen in too long.

    … the taste of sun-ripened blackberries fresh from the vine.

    … seeing Creationism lose yet another court case.

    … the smell of pine needles on a summer day.

    … a wild dolphin swimming not ten feet from you.

    … and other things, people and places far too numerous to count.

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