A Pleasure & A Privilege

(Originally published on Facebook on June 25, 2012)

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It's a big world, and there are lots of people in it.

Some of the people I know are having the time of their lives. Others are going through hardships I can barely imagine.

And all I can do is share in it, and I'm thankful even for that.

We really are in this together, you know, even if it sometimes feels like we're playing on opposing teams.

So, whoever you are, thanks for letting me share in a bit of what you're going through, even if it's just through these Facebook posts.

It's a pleasure and a privilege, and I really appreciate it.

Have a good night!

A CONVERSATION I'M ALWAYS HAVING (At Least In My Head)

Random Person to Me: “I hate artist/craftsman/musician/actor x! Why are they even alive?!”

Me: “Why do you hate them?”

Random Person: “Their work sucks!”

Me: “Are you an artist or craftsman? What do you create?”

Random Person: “Me? No! I don’t create things. I’m just a consumer.”

Me: “And how do you make a living?”

Random Person: “I’m an employee.”

Me: “Oh, so not only do you not create anything, and so are unfamiliar with all the contingencies that complicate any creative endeavor, you also have no understanding of the courage & perseverance it takes to pursue a craft or art as a means to feed yourself.”

Random Person: “Well, no.”

Me: “So please don’t be offended if I’m a little skeptical of your aesthetic opinion, especially its severity that borders on violence. I suggest that you spend your time & energy focused on what you love rather than on what you purportedly hate. I, for one, am glad that the world is big enough to harbor successful art that is beyond my appreciation or understanding."

My Mom's Protection Oil

I went to my Mother's house today to help her & my Step-Dad with a couple of things, like taking out the trash and moving some stuff around the garage.

As I was leaving, she took me aside and slipped me a small bottle of a strange, viscous liquid.

She told me that it was my own personal version of her protection oil, designed to keep me from being attacked while I am working.

I asked her what she thought would be attacking me at work, and she shrugged & said, as if explaining something obvious to an idiot, "Demons, people, spells."

She told me to dab this stuff on my Adam's apple, the back of my neck, and on the insides of both my wrists before entering my workplace.

I asked her what was in it, and she told me she couldn't say because that would take away its power. I uncapped it & took a sniff. It smelled like a mixture of mothballs & soy sauce.

"And don't share it with anyone," my mother warned me. "It only works for you, but only if you keep it for yourself."

I assured her that I wouldn't let anyone else use it. 

And then I thanked her, because what else do you do when your Mom offers to protect you from demons?

WHAT I'M GRATEFUL FOR

What I'm grateful for is all of you.

There's no way to make this sound less trite, but it's the truth: you're what matters. All of you.

And it's a pleasure & a privilege to be connected to you.

I care little for gadgets & baubles. Stuff is just a means to an end. What's important is communion. We're in this together, and we need each to get anything done. This fact is both necessary, and, I think, good.

So whether we are close or distant, whether we agree or not, whether we have affection for each other or irritate each other, I thank you. I am grateful for whatever connection we have.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. Be well.

That's Not Us

So we're sitting in this downtown restaurant when we see a couple across the street, a skinny guy walking hand-in-hand with an obese woman.

"Hey, honey," I say to my wife. "Look over there. It's us!"

My wife gives me a look that I'm pretty used to. I try to backpedal.

"Oh, you're right, sweetie," I say. "That's so not us. Her hair's too long, and I don't have a beard."

Book Quote of the Day

"I'm aware, more and more, that the only thing I'm going to miss are my friends. Apart from the deluge of terror that attends the prospect of turning carcass, what bothers me is the idea of losing the handful of people I can have a decent conversation with. It takes you a lifetime to acquire them. Losing life isn't so bad, but losing them is."

- from The Thought Gang, by Tibor Fischer.

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What I'm Reading: Ghettoside by Jill Leovy

“There was a way of working—it was hard for him to put this into words, but he knew it when he saw it—a perfunctory way that met all the technical criteria for how a job was supposed to be done. It would be above reproach should any supervisor review the work, yet lacked some essential quality of passion, determination, velocity.

"Checklist work and real work were not the same to him. You could get praise and a paycheck and fill your day with busy, important-seeming activities and never solve a case.”

• from “Ghettoside: a true story of murder in America,” by Jill Leovy.

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