[NOTE: written yesterday after 2 Optimal Whit beers and a very delicious hamburger. Food drunk, beer tipsy. Forgive any rambling.]
Okay then, the weather is tight. I walked down to church this morning and it was like — and I’m sure on some deep, biological level it was EXACTLY like — awaking from hibernation. What a beautiful day. I almost don’t like being inside even writing and enjoying a hamburger and a nice wheat beer. It’s that gorgeous out. But writing is sometimes a compulsion so an hour to indulge is in order.
I can’t decide if I should be bummed out by something or not. I have recently discovered the warpath. And I’m walking it. It’s not actually in my nature to do so. I’m not a pacifist exactly; I simply prefer to relegate my battles to appropriate battlefields, which is to say, there are things worth the fight. Politics. That’s worth the fight, particularly in my professional realm of free speech versus the alternative. The mock war of competitive sports — if you’re able to keep your humor about you — is an appropriate field of battle inasmuch as it requires discipline of mind and body as a war would. I fight myself over dance. Every class is a new challenge and those who’ve trained as dancers know what I mean. You are your own standard to beat. But matters of the heart — I don’t know. That realm has always seemed best saved for love, not hate. Joy, not rage. I’m not naive — I get that interpersonal relations, if they’re worth it, require a good scrapping occasionally. But in a general sense, it’s never seemed appropriate to me to consider relationships, romantic or otherwise, between people as fields of battle. So, the warpath I’m walking, given the interpersonal nature of it and my marked inexperience at war in that realm, is one of defense, and frankly it irritates me; particularly when defending against people you’ve never met. The internet should be used for good, not evil. I know I’m being cryptic; intentionally so. But specifically: One of the great disadvantages of being genetically descended from very sharp people, and geographically descended from very tough people, is that when necessary, the tough and sharp (read: sarcastic and biting) come out during survival mode. And, well, I feel bad about it because in this case I sorta kinda told someone what kind of person they are through the lens of the people and place I come from. I let my family speak for me and they are a lot less forgiving of inanity, a lot less likely to put up with bullshit, and a lot less willing to suffer fools than I.
Anyway, I said I didn’t like the war. I didn’t say I couldn’t do it. What’s funny though — and it’s happened so much in my life I’m forced to accept it as truth — is that when I finally decide to fight the battle doesn’t last very long. Retreat happens almost immediately. As I said, I come from sharp, tough people and they trained me. There’s a reason I hold back. Because the result is always watching the back of someone’s head as they run away. Has anyone else noticed that it’s always the softest sorts — the ones quickest to get out of dodge at the first sign of something less than easy — who are the loudest about demanding their way and blustering about like little tyrants? Napoleon, you can take your complex and shove it man.
[And so begins today…]
“He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Happy Birthday Douglas Adams. Hitchiker’s was a real bonding moment for me and my friend Jiggy back in college. I thank you for that.
Looks like I’m heading to Savannah this spring for a wedding. Thank God! One of my favorite places on Earth. Should be rejuvenating…
Want. How good would these be in hot chocolate?
Spooky action at a distance. What if Einstein is right and the explanation of this debunks the whole discipline? Science is infallible!
Weird aside: I find Buzzfeed amusing, their horrible political coverage notwithstanding. But I’m generally annoyed after reading anthing at their site because they trade in the rhetoric of “The Best Blankety Blank Ever” and “The Most Awesome Inane Thing You’ll See In Your Life” or “The Coolest Not-Cool-At-All People You have to Know to Be a Complete Human Being.” It just feeds into that whole useless competition (seriously, Foursquare) that is pretty much ensuring we have a bunch of whiny people with the “I’m better than you because I found out about the next big thing first. And I went there twice!” mentality growing up into what we expect will be leadership positions. Stop it Buzzfeed. At least try to make them egotistical over something that matters…
Pumpkin curry can jump but the buttermilk chicken at Bar Pilar is next on the list because that’s basically in the hood…
Have a good Monday y’all.