There is no force greater in our lives. Every morning the sun rises, the alarm goes off, and we crawl into the bathroom to start a new day refreshed. The earth has turned us towards the morning once again. We are having our first sunny day in a week.
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All about the standing-upright chimps that really love to talk about themselves.
Starving Artists
The image of a struggling artist is a powerful one in Western culture. Many people believe it is an artist’s lot to starve, and more importantly that depravation is an important part of the creative process. In this view, great art has a life of its own that comes from the birthing pains of anguish. An artist is must suffer to create works that will endure, because great art is born from torment and strife.
What a load of horseshit.
Crappy Cars
Like many good things in life, it happened both on purpose and by accident. I consider it a side effect of being a father, more than anything.
After years of car-free bliss, riding the bus where I had to, my (now ex) wife told me it was time to have a car. What with the baby on the way and all the running around like scared gophers that goes with it, something had to happen. Like many of her announcements, it came with a plan – did I mention we aren’t married anymore? This plan involved a friend with a 1985 Escort that had been parked for a while. The deal was this – $100 if I could get it running. And, in about a half an hour, I did (ignition wires were shot, is all).
snafu
The word “snafu” entered our language in the Army during WWII. Apparently, the origin came from an encoder that translated English into five letter blocks of code. Some men at the Army base in San Louis Obispo started to think about what they might mean, and SNAFU became “Situation Normal, All Fucked Up”.
J.S. Bach
The surest sign that I am running a frenzied pace of doing too many things at once is that I find myself feeling trapped in my car. I prefer to walk when I can, since the pace is metered out one step at a time, allowing me to digest it no faster than I make it happen. Time and space pass in a sensible way when you are walking, but in a car they zoom by at a rate that requires anyone to ignore the details.