Wrap It Up (And Give It Away), Even.
On this 31st day of December 2014 I am done scraping the little bits of Xmas season that managed to get lodged in my boots. Doing better every year dodging the piles, but still managed to step into some bad singing about a babe in the manger while I was looking for sardines at the grocery store.
As Christopher Hitchins so accurately put it back in 2007:
"You can't go anywhere without listening to the same music. You can't go anywhere without hearing the name of the Great Leader, and his son, the Dear Leader . . . where all broadcasts, all songs, all jokes, all references are, just for that magic few weeks, just exactly like living in fucking North Korea."
But here comes another new year, a special perspective point (at least I've always chosen to imagine it so - especially as it comes so close to my birthday; 63rd just over a week ago) to decide which roads to possibly travel in these beat up but relatively clean boots into the next chapter.
Reading Steve Jobs' reminder as I put that first foot forward:
"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid
the trap of thinking you have something to lose. Because almost
everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of
embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of
death, leaving only what is truly important. You are already naked.
There is no reason not to follow your heart."
"Keeping Time with Marcel, Even." (November 2014) click on image to enlarge
This next chapter suggests some frugality (with no Burning Man hungry for a huge chunk of cash) - which includes big paragraphs on managing the goal of paying off debts and a highly bolded and italicized section about getting the new computer necessary to continue making the art that needs to be created, the words that need to be written, the communications asking to be shared. Work of all sorts to be done.(And there's that Spain Morocco Portugal book on the shelf for 2016.)
I plan to continue to sell art on etsy and stuff on ebay, buy an occasional lottery ticket, pick up lost coins in the street, et cetera. Please send suggestions, commissions, and other offers via email.
Updates will be forthcoming along with more reports from my tempest-tossed flâneuring on the streets of New York City.
Wishing you good health, joy and large doses of Awe in the coming year.
"Playing With Matches; A Crisis Stripped Bare By An Epiphany, Even" (December 2014) click on image to enlarge
As Christopher Hitchins so accurately put it back in 2007:
"You can't go anywhere without listening to the same music. You can't go anywhere without hearing the name of the Great Leader, and his son, the Dear Leader . . . where all broadcasts, all songs, all jokes, all references are, just for that magic few weeks, just exactly like living in fucking North Korea."
But here comes another new year, a special perspective point (at least I've always chosen to imagine it so - especially as it comes so close to my birthday; 63rd just over a week ago) to decide which roads to possibly travel in these beat up but relatively clean boots into the next chapter.
Reading Steve Jobs' reminder as I put that first foot forward:
"Keeping Time with Marcel, Even." (November 2014) click on image to enlarge
This next chapter suggests some frugality (with no Burning Man hungry for a huge chunk of cash) - which includes big paragraphs on managing the goal of paying off debts and a highly bolded and italicized section about getting the new computer necessary to continue making the art that needs to be created, the words that need to be written, the communications asking to be shared. Work of all sorts to be done.(And there's that Spain Morocco Portugal book on the shelf for 2016.)
I plan to continue to sell art on etsy and stuff on ebay, buy an occasional lottery ticket, pick up lost coins in the street, et cetera. Please send suggestions, commissions, and other offers via email.
Updates will be forthcoming along with more reports from my tempest-tossed flâneuring on the streets of New York City.
Wishing you good health, joy and large doses of Awe in the coming year.
"Playing With Matches; A Crisis Stripped Bare By An Epiphany, Even" (December 2014) click on image to enlarge
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