All of you young’ns gather around. There are two things I’m apparently bad at: math and love. Here’s a word problem. If you get out of a long term relationship, don’t immediately date someone right away because when you inevitably find yourself not having dealt with any of the grief in your life, you’ll have to get over not one but two people and two is more than one. How long will it take you to row to town?
Which is to say, I’m single again.
I guess I only know three Tegan & Sara songs. This one got introduced to me by a girl who was driving halfway across the country.
Maybe I would have been something you’d be good at. Maybe you would have been something I’d be good at.
“The most important thing to do is focus on yourself, and fall heads over heels in love with who you are, for your reality is a reflection of how you see yourself. There is nothing you can do of more significance in your life or in any others at this time than being authentically you. You exist within every atom and every expression in this universe, and by bringing balance to yourself you share it with all, by bringing peace to yourself you share it with all.”—
Pakistan. My half-Pakistani bike riding buddies next door had a party for their 2 year old sister. There was a San Diego sunset over the fence and dozens of men bowing to Mecca in the scrub backyard. I smelt saffron, curry, and garlic and remembered wishing I was braver because I’d probably like it.
The Vietnam War. Our plants kept getting killed by the Vietnamese gardeners who liked cutting things but didn’t know how to water them. My parents wouldn’t fire them because they had asked once what they had done before they were gardeners and living in Vietnam: surgery.
Si se puede. There were 4 of us little kids, tanned as all in hand me down clothes, and my parents who get confused for every nation under the sun, riding around in a beat up Volvo. We’d get pulled over for no reason and the cops would walk over, but would choke on their tangled Spanish when they discovered that my dad is actually a white guy from Boston. There was the time we got sat by the bathroom at Denny’s and weren’t served for 2 hours because we were the “Mexicans in the back”. I mean a quarter Filipino but close enough. Melanin and lots of kids and old cars are confusing like that.
The size of Russia. My Russian neighbors drove from San Diego to New York and back in 4 or 5 days. When asked why they simply said “Russia is so much bigger.”
it’s funny, come baseball season i realize how difficult it is for people to respect other people’s beliefs. we could all be atheists or all be religious and we’d still have that patronizing slightly contemptuous smirk thinking the yankees fan next to us is an idiot.
I got into a discussion about originality last night. I said, fumbling for the right phrasing and kind of striking out, that there are so many copycats in art. My comrade, rightfully, said “but there’s no such thing as an original. If you try you’re just being pretentious. You just have to have fun.” I agree with him.
Everything’s been done. But you’ve never done it, so that means if it’s coming from you — in an organic way — it is original. It’s like beer, ancient as all, the barbarians drank it, but it needs that wild yeast. You weren’t born mass produced. Dude you’re a microbrew. Be your wild fermented sourdough self.
Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on the interminable list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth.
-Frank O’Hara, “Meditations in an Emergency”
“Happiness, Wallace suggests…is the ability to pay attention, to live in the present moment, to find ‘second-by-second joy + gratitude at the gift of being alive.’”— 'The Pale King' by David Foster Wallace
This afternoon, lunchtime in business midtown, W. 55th and Sixth avenue, an older businessman — Benny — and a middle aged couple with thick New York accents, all well dressed, are talking on a streetcorner,
Woman: “I can’t believe we bumped into you here, just on the corner.”
Benny: “Do you know the chances of meeting in a big city like this? It’s preposterous. It’s been so long!” Man: “It’s all in the intention, it’s all in the karma. We were just eating and said ‘I’d love to see Benny’. Then we decided to skip dessert and head out. You’re the dessert.”
Just one small rooftop solar panel has made a big difference in the lives of Sarah Ruto and her family in Kiptusuri, Kenya. The panel provides enough electricity to charge Ms. Ruto’s cellphone and run four bright lights in the family’s mud-walled hut. Ms. Ruto’s village is far from Kenya’s electricity grid, but small-scale renewable energy systems are providing electricity at a price that the rural poor can afford.