Hi! Let me start by saying that I was reminded this morning of how important it is — and how a really good manager knows — that taking a minute and telling an employee “job well done” is about the best thing you can do to motivate them, insure their desire to produce quality work, and, as a consequence, help your organization. It’s something my Pops always taught me and something I’ve noticed lacking in cynical old DC. But it’s not non-existent as I happily discovered today. I’m just going through the morning routine with a goofy smile on my face. Nice change of pace.
Speaking of cynical, what is it about children of privilege that they don’t believe anything is what it proclaims to be? I feel like I’m surrounded all the time by real-life Jay Gatsbys who see the gilded exterior and believe EVERYTHING is only gold-plated with tin underneath. One of these guys, some time ago but it’s still the best example I have, watching me dance with my shadow on a patio, spit his derision at me for “watching myself dance.” Heh. Is that really so obvious to you? Anyone who has ever seen me in a dance class knows I cannot — CANNOT — look in the mirror, even though I think I’m a decent enough dancer. That’s how much I like looking at myself move. Alison’s last class was just a beast, I absolutely fell in love with the choreography, and I picked it up well enough to begin refining some of the movement (rather than just making sure I had the steps). But when it came time for her to film the class (still waiting for that video because I want you all to see it in the worst way), I opted out because it makes me insecure to see myself on film. But this dude, this child who I’m pretty sure has never wanted for much in life, was convinced that my enjoyment of dancing started with self adulation. Buddy, don’t put your personality off on me, okay? Additionally, if you think everything is just gold-plated tin, then that is what you will settle for because you’ll never believe there’s anything finer to be had. And that’s really, really sad for you. But it’s cool. I’m not going to let it affect my legitimate happiness.
Recently someone asked me what I thought was the meaning of life. This story may actually apply to the aforementioned cynicism as well…Anyway, I said “love.” That didn’t go over so well. I think I got a kind of furrowed brow, an annoyed mouth twist, and a statement like, “That’s typical (trite? standard? average? Can’t remember the exact word but you get the idea.) But the thing is: I meant it. And still do. Is there anything else that makes all the crap we deal with as we meander through this life worth it? I can’t see anything. Now, you can misplace your love — love of money, for example, likely will end in despair — but love is why we don’t just off ourselves the first time we meet real heartache and tragedy. If you’re a religious person — and I am — you’re taught (at least in the Judeo-Christian ethic) that God (or the source of our sentient-ness) IS love. What binds us all together and connects us IS ACTUALLY LOVE. If the universal human condition doesn’t speak to the meaning of life, then I really don’t know what does. Although now I kinda wish I had been clever and said “42.” (Miss ya DA. Keep it real till I can get there…)
I wish I didn’t feel so miserable when I think people are angry with me. Especially when I’m not sure what I did to provoke that kind of feeling in them. My discomfort with that feeling causes me to spend a lot of time trying to “fix” something that I’m pretty sure, if it’s broken, has nothing to do with me. Intellectually I know that. But my heart cries a lot.
U.S. officials said they underestimated the extent to which the Saudis and the Emirates would double-down in support of the Egyptian military.
You know, this makes sense to me. I have friends who are constantly busy, as if downtime is somehow indicative of something negative. I also notice that these same people tend to develop very shallow relationships. Not sure if that’s related but I feel like it might be.
Not hard to believe being handed everything would lead to a lack of respect for hard work.
Okay, silliness from here on in. Promise.
Hahahaha! We all know Facebook is the devil if used improperly. I just wish it could always be a happy place where I could keep up with my family and occasionally talk policy or philosophy without being bombarded by emotional sabotage and interpersonal shenanigans. But the “Arm Triangle of Insecurity” is also annoying (also, brilliant.)
I was wired after working late last night so I stayed up and watched one of my faves: Stardust.
Speaking of film, Darren Aronofsky is making a film about Noah’s Ark. Darren Aronofsky. Of Requiem for a Dream fame. I’m not sure how to feel about that…
A happy hour needs to happen here Corey. For serious.
Um, okay sure. Random and I wonder if that serves a purpose in the wild. I’m sure it does but I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is…
Speaking of Athens, love to see guys I interviewed in the larval stage making music like this and being recognized for it. Because this is just quality.