Back to the Front

I don’t have anything springing to mind so I’ll practice that other all important right-brained skill: not saying anything when I don’t have anything to say. In theory, it should make me more non-stick sticky even if it makes me less sticky sticky (a gold star for loyalty if you know what the hell that means).

In my humble opinion, one of the skills that would take us white (and white-affiliated) people very, very far right now is learning how to sit still. These days it seems we can do anything but. And I feel like it’s messing up our foreign policy, our culture, our economy and a whole lot more. Sometimes it feels like we can do anything but not act, not react. Why does the world need anything at all? Financially or otherwise? When’s the last time we waited until someone asked for help?

It’s hard to love the hyper—cause the hyper is self-contained. And doesn’t feel it’s surroundings. Doesn’t respond to the whole half of life that is more quiet, more gentle, more loving. 90% of the love that you are going to feel (or miss) in your lifetime is going to come from you. Maybe more. That’s if you want to feel love. If you wanna bath or a walk you’re going to have to undertake it for yourself—evolving economies or not.

Let’s consider this a warm up and a chill out in anticipation of V-Day. I, for one, wanna be in perfect form going into it.

--Also, reading the new Haruki Murakami book Kafka on the Shore right now. He is a genius. A perfect modern writer. Good in the micro and the macro. I love his stuff. He tilts a bit more Radiohead than van Gogh (read mopey) but he’s the best practicing for my money. You can feel the food he describes—it’s that good.