The Casey's clerk I met last night was planning to travel to Colorado, with her 4 kids and spouse, through the oncoming snowstorm, and into the already established mountain snowpack, for Christmas with the in-laws.
I've spent so long pinning all my hopes on evenings of free time. It's difficult to break free from that. I need to minimize my expectations for what I can do in an evening. All the potential for self actualization does not rest in a single evening. And when you just need downtime, that's what you should be doing. Let your soul be your pilot. And your weariness is real
But I also need to get a job.
The dilemma of "having a large, complex soul" that somehow in public manifests as a "thin, glassy trickle."
From the Joyce Carol Oates feature in the 11/27 New Yorker.
Struck me.
On a side note, I tried to read Lauren Groff. Yes, Obama loved her - along with many others. It didn't click with me. Can't get past the name "Lotto." Lancelot? Give me a break. Who has time for it.
Soccer practice in late November is maybe more tolerable than in mid August. But when it's breezy and about 50, things could feel better. Thank goodness for my midwestern wardrobe.
Morning pages:
People don't understand the quantity of what I do because it is how someone else wants it. Someone else prefers it to be such and such a way.
This record is growing on me. Used to very much prefer the more stripped down acoustic records - but this one might be the sweet spot of what constitutes a True Sound - Quintessential.
Donating plasma is like practice for the medical intervention part of dying. Preparing to be stuck in a spot at the mercy of people in white coats. The build up and the fear and the release at the end when you get to arise and return home.
TIL that a business student in the 7os invented "calimari." As a business opportunity, of course, but also as a response to overfishing. There were still a lot of squids out there.
If you buy a new phone case every couple years, it feels in your brain, and is perceived by the world at large, that you actually got the entire new iPhone that you are coveting somewhere in your soul.
If you buy a new phone case every couple years, it feels in your brain, and is perceived by the world at large, that you actually got the entire new iPhone that you are coveting somewhere in your soul.
You pick a few musical artists to accompany you on your journey. Then you buy their records whenever they come along, and get a shirt, and get out to the show at the local club.
This is the way.
Stray too far from this path, and it all starts to break apart.
Pound would pose the question 'What is money for?' And he would answer: That the whole people shall be able to eat (healthily), that the whole people
shall be housed (decently) and that the whole people shall be clothed (adequate to be climate).
Did the writers and people of the Bible have any concept of human self-determination and actualization such as exists in the modern world? What would they think of it? Does the interplay between past and present matter? More pressingly, is the average reader of the Bible able to discern these matters at all? Do they care?
Currently #reading: "A Visit From the Goon Squad", Jennifer Egan
On the up next pile, "The Books of Jacob," Olga Tokarczuk
On the deep pile, "The Waste Land: A Biography of a Poem"
My lan, I still get a lot of joy from installing software updates and from checking for app updates. Is this like adding things to your Netflix library? Or the joy of trying to pick just the right word?
Keeping things updated is a joy and a passion. Keeping things optimized and smooth.
I just realized something. I think I impute disorganization and poor decision-making and lack of direction upon the group for which I previously worked because they hired me.
Seriously: what were they thinking.
I'm alternately flummoxed and amazed at the ability of almost everyone to exist in their own private world and space whenever they want. To stream whatever song on their iPhone speaker and hold it up, or put in an AirPod to check out just a little.
Did the advent of the internet inadvertently usher in a new monoculture, when it intended to foster a boundless flourishing of human thought and expression?
Without fail my favorite part of flying, when I so rarely do, is to catch a bird's eye glimpse of how people are using their phones now. What apps are they using. Are they still killing then. What do we do in our mindless time killing moments. What do home-screens look like.
Endlessly fascinating details of life.
Have you ever made the mistake of thinking anyone cares about what you like and enjoy? About your preferences in music or movies? About what you want to do in a given situation - how to spend the time? I have. Many many times. And it is a mark of my pride and selfishness that I keep thinking it matters - that what I think might matter to others.
"Originality is hard to define in words, but it is possible to describe and reproduce the emotional state it evokes. I try to attain that emotional state each time I sit down to write my novels. That's because it feels so wonderfully invigorating. It's as if a new and dif ferent day is being born from the day that is today.
If possible, I would like my readers to savor that same emotion when they read my books. I want to open a window in their souls and let the fresh air in. This is what I think of, and hope for, as I write--purely and simply."
"Originality is hard to define in words, but it is possible to describe and reproduce the emotional state it evokes. I try to attain that emotional state each time I sit down to write my novels. That's because it feels so wonderfully invigorating. It's as if a new and dif ferent day is being born from the day that is today.
If possible, I would like my readers to savor that same emotion when they read my books. I want to open a window in their souls and let the fresh air in. This is what I think of, and hope for, as I write--purely and simply."
Is it acceptable to encourage competition between your kids? To get one to want to be better than the other at a skill or pursuit? To let them know that "You need to push a little harder to stay ahead your brother - he's gaining on you." Or "Are you just going to let her be better than you?"
I've realized over time that the beer in the recliner during the football game constitutes a male safe space that is simultaneously sacred and profane in our culture.