Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop: Human Family

Sometimes, advertising serves a wonderful purpose. It brings to light things we desperately needed to hear.

Human Family – Poem by Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land,
I’ve seen the wonders of the world
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

What is the World Coming To?

We are entering a world where it’s impossible to judge someone by just walking around their home. You can’t admire their book collection because it’s all on their kindle.

How will I know?!

You can’t paw through their DVD shelves below their TV because it’s downloaded, on Netflix, on Hulu, etc.

You’ll have to pull up their iTunes or Spodify account if you want to know what they listen to. There’s no flipping through their CD cases anymore. Think about John Cusack’s character in High Fidelity. Who would he have been without his shelves of records in spite of CDs?

What will happen to the Sunday afternoon of organizing your music collection?

What is this world coming to when you can’t judge someone based on their physical possessions? Will you have to actually talk to someone to find out their interests? Or will I just scroll through their iPhone….?

Thank You

Sometimes it takes a little distance to get some perspective on a situation. Maybe even a few hundred miles… or so. Nothing is ideal right now. I’m still unemployed. I don’t have many friends. I still get lost every time I drive in Austin. (What’s with all the damn highways? How many can you possibly need?) I’m subletting in a house where I cleaned dry vomit off the walls when I first moved in. That’s a new low for me.

Right now I’m in Pittsburgh at my sister’s house where when I walk outside the wind cuts right through my brand new Christmas jacket. There are small children (who I love) everywhere underfoot, wanting, not satisfied, complaining and at all the same times instantly switching from being terrors to delights with little dimples and toys galore. I sleep on a love seat sofa until 6 am when I’m moved to a new location so little children can play there.

I’m surrounded by the people I love.

And even though my back hurts from sleeping on a beautiful although not super comfortable piece of living room furniture and I am tired of watching movies rated G and discussing what different dolls might like to do today, it is wonderful and good. My mother is making us another cup of tea (one more hour and we can switch to wine) and my sister is asking me to explain her new computer to her (what is better than to feel needed?) and a sweet blond-headed little thing would like me to read her a book and sit on my lap.

Bad things do not happen in threes. I caused a small accident in a parking lot before I started home for the holidays and the stress of it keeps me up at night  but I am reminded that good people exist everywhere and that I should be thankful for every encounter I have with one of these such people.

Thank you to the man at the Apple store in Pittsburgh who replaced my phone for free and was kind and courteous.

Thank you to my mother who does not mind when I call her fifteen times a day worrying about small things I should be able to figure out on my own. And if you do mind, thanks for never saying so.

Thanks to my father who is always generous.

Thanks to my sister for still wanting to run around the house and fight like when I was little and for always rolling your eyes at Mom at the same time I do. Thanks for the little nieces who always run to meet me and throw their tiny arms around my neck and think my real name is Aunt Kacky.

And thank you to the friends around the US and around the world who always manage to stay in touch and send me unexpected reminders that I am being thought of, that I matter to someone, that I have not been forgotten.

Just a little reminder, I’m thinking of you too.

Inspiration Station

Side Note: I truly feel and have felt for some time that any word that ends with ‘tion’ should be followed by the word “station”.Example: Exploration Station, Inspiration Station, Hydration Station, etc. This might not be an admirable habit but it is one I can’t shake.

When a new project is started, the starter often needs to be inspired. He or she needs a muse or those parts of life commonly referred to as “the little things” to keep a mind in focus.

With this theme in mind I have the last 24 hours basically ignoring my pursuit of employment while dedicating myself to all things inspiring and joyful. I kicked this off last night with a viewing of Dead Poet’s Society… on VHS.  Nothing like Robin Williams spouting poetry to adolescent boys to stir the soul.

Today started off with a call from Nelli from Madrid. A little telephone TLC always sets the heart at ease. (Also this was made possible not by Skype which does not accept the 3G network as a form of wi-fi but Viper which lets iPhone users make calls for free, around the world! All you have to have is 3G or wi-fi. Easy peasy.)

I followed this with some yoga today. Thank you Dido at Castle Hill Fitness.Making the body feel good is definitely step number 1 to inspiration.

I finished my day of starting a blog, doing yoga and hanging out with Frank Two with a little gastronomical experimentation. I took some beef stew meat  (courtesy of H-E-B groceries), and started cooking it with garlic and onion. I added some kale, cooked it down with some lemon juice and seasoned it with salt, pepper and chili powder. As soon as I put it in my bowl  I added some goat cheese crumbles. Might not be the best recipe ever but for someone who needed a little iron and to get rid of the wilting kale in the fridge: perfection. Oh, this meal is not complete without a glass of red wine, must be on sale for sake of wallet. Done and done.