oh yeah, more on change

 

southasiarev

 

“There were people who went to sleep last night,
poor and rich and white and black,
but they will never wake again.

And those dead folks would give anything at all
for just five minutes of this weather
or ten minutes of plowing.

So you watch yourself about complaining.

What you’re supposed to do
when you don’t like a thing is change it.
If you can’t change it,
change the way you think about it.” – Maya Angelou

 

photo credit: southasiarev.wordpress.com

 

ch ch ch ch changes

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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”

– Eric Roth, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

photo credit: steenhildebrandt.dk

 

a two part post

 

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Yes, Taylor Swift, champion of artists everywhere, girlfriend to the world, the mega, mega, mega star with the ordinary voice and the best publicist ever. Yes, I’m snarky as hell today.

I just read the Vanity Fair piece on Taylor. As a writer who writes a whole lot for no money, I cannot thank her enough for her voice and mighty stance for the underpaid and unpaid artist. But am I the only one who finds all this fuss over Tay Tay and her susie-cream-cheese persona a bit nauseating? And boring? This was a fairly long article and I can’t help but think that author Josh Duboff must have been pulling his hair out trying to come up with something interesting (i.e. snarky, witty, revealing) to say about this young woman. She loves her parents, she now loves Kanye West, she loves, loves, loves her fans, she loves, loves, loves her girlfriends, and news flash, Taylor and the blondtourage (sorry Selena) do not discuss shoes during their sleepovers or over the bountiful breakfast a la Taylor–there are more “pressing matters.” Like…???  And she has a moral code–of course she does. I cringe at the words. Sorry, Josh, a whole lotta somethin’ over nothin’…yeah, I’m pretty snarky today.

 

Part 2 – on trying to become a successful artist, or another spin on how do you measure success?

 

I swell up, I swear, when I think about my potential, when I think about how hard I have worked, when I think about how I should have started writing thirty years ago, when I think about the highs and lows of putting together a story. It has been a long and difficult and almost satisfying journey. Yes, almost. I would like to make some money doing this. That’s right, money as motivator–successful artist. I have a friend who sees writing as some kind of burning passion to express oneself, some kind of esoteric calling, the writer as tortured, fragile, Anne Frank furiously penning, Hemingway puking out whiskey and words. Blah, blah, blah. I LOVE writing, I believe it’s what I should be doing and I believe I’m good at it. But I have wants and want an income, and I have not been satisfied in that regard. What I’m trying to convey is my complete, realistic and esoteric, passion for the craft of writing. I can’t stop writing and won’t stop writing, even if I can’t do it in some apartment by the sea. But don’t think for one minute that that apartment does not push me to work harder. I admire every single one of you who have ever put yourself on paper. Carry on.

 

photo credit: playbuzz.com

 

birthing Claire

 

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It’s with great pride, dear friends, that I introduce you to Claire Somerville.  My book baby is born!  I really haven’t processed all of this and truly am at a loss for words. They will come to me, no doubt. Read her, please, read her and enjoy.

Note: Please forgive the relentless childbirth analogy, it’s just stuck with me.

 

photo credit:  Harriet Yake

The near Transformation of Claire / enjoy

 

friday the 14th

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I first quoted from Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird on April 29th. Go back and take a look if you have the time. She is one of my writing gurus. Today I was reminded of another Lamott quote below:

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”

‘nough said.

 

anne lamott / bird by bird / awesome

 

 

guns

languagetranslation

American police kill more people in one day than Norway cops have in 9 years

from tech insider

 

The above article on Norway police and their gun usage showed up on my facebook page a short time ago and I’ve been struggling with what to make of it. While I see non-violent, gun neutral Norway as close to utopian and a model to aspire to, I find the excerpt below regarding their homogenous population to be somewhat disturbing. And I’m not only disturbed by the excerpt, but also by the fact that I’m just now understanding the truth in the statement– the implications and connection between a peaceable nation and a single race society–what it means when everybody looks the same, when there is no diversity, when there is no threat from either the police or a criminal element.

“”Trust is an extremely powerful mechanism of informal social control,” Oddsson tells Tech Insider. In smaller, more ethnicanlly homogeneous countries like Norway, building that trust is easy. People feel a sense of togetherness for many reasons, including the fact that most people look similar and hold similar beliefs.”

Please read the piece in it’s entirety. Comments appreciated.

 

photo credit: languagetranslation.com

 

the only list you will ever need

 

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Just about every blog I look at has a list of some sort. Lists to make you happier, healthier, sexier, smarter, pain free, pimple free, lists of what to acquire, what will inspire, lists of what will shake us, make us, break us, the best of, the worst of, what to watch, what to eat, where to live, and where to die – yup, lots of lists on that.

Well, I’m a blogger, so here’s my list – for no good reason or purpose, a list of things I like and things you should like, too. It should be noted that there are many other things I like not mentioned here, and that this list is in no particular order–with the exception of pot at #1.

 

1) Pot – I don’t care if you tried it years ago and didn’t like it – try it again. Every person in every nursing home in America should be smoking pot. The only way to age.

2) Comedy – watch something funny every day. A movie, a sit-com, a stupid dog video, a stupid guy video, whatever. Laugh.

3) Girlfriends – get ‘em and keep ‘em.

4) Pizza – you can never go wrong with bread, tomato and cheese. Never.

5) Shopping – retail therapy is always a cure for something. Fuck buyers remorse – regret is not born in the mall.

6) Nature – plants, trees, mountains, lakes, rivers, streams, oceans, birds, beasts, all good (except snakes).

7) Dogs – the best that nature has to offer.

8) Sleep – good luck with that. A lofty and elusive pleasure.

9) Dancing – just dance.

10) Poetry – sweet or sour, tragic or euphoric, a window into ourselves and others.

11) Football – everything is better when it’s football season. Go Ravens.

12) My children – and you would like them, too, if you knew them. My world encapsulated in two bodies.

 

photo credit: sonquioey10.hubpages.com

note: while searching for an illustration for this post, under the heading of “making a list,” Taylor Swift showed up a lot– obviously at the top of many “lists.” Ew. Where’s Brad Pitt, for cryin’ out loud?

 

13) Brad Pitt.

 

on self-pity

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I dip into self-pity far more often than I like or care to admit. It’s rather obvious what’s not to like—it’s uncomfortable, debilitating, counter-productive. But what I don’t like to admit is that these frequent visits into the sweet and sour center of self-pity reveal of how terribly selfish I am.

On one hand, I believe that it’s perfectly fine to indulge your misery. Humans will not be free of misery any time soon, so embrace it, feel it, it’s merely the flip side of the happiness coin. Have a good cry, you are the victim of something, that’s for sure. And then I stop sobbing long enough to hear my words and I’m ashamed, for I know I am not the victim of anything. I’m a self-centered fool, schlepping off responsibility for choices and mistakes made. And if I am indeed slipping into self-pity more often that I like, it is perhaps because I’ve made a lot bad choices lately, or perhaps because I’m not making any choices at all—sitting and waiting for good fortune to fall into my lap just because I’m deserving. How selfish is that?

I’ve researched self-pity in the past and again for this post, and there is little I can add to what information is out there: it happens, it’s universal, it’s stupid, selfish, think of others, think of those less-fortunate, move on, get over it. But I recently found this excerpt from Tom Robbins’, Fierce Invalids from Hot Climate, that adds a bit of snark to the “poor me” conversation, and snarky, for me, always, always manages to keep things in perspective.

 

“… And that’s why when you’ve exhibited the slightest tendency toward self-importance, I’ve reminded you that you and me – you and I: excuse me – may be every bit as important as the president or the pope or the biggest prime-time icon in Hollywood, but none of us is much more than a pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let’s not get carried away with ourselves. Preventive medicine, boy. It’s preventive medicine.”

“But what about self-esteem?”

“Heh! Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you’re a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace – and maybe even glory.”  – Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates

 

 

And if that doesn’t pull you away from the pity party, go back to my friend, James Brown:

GET UP OFFA THAT THING, and dance till you feel better

 

photo credit: deviantart.com    brooding by snarkies