What it Looks Like

A friend of mine remarked last night, over some delicious Korean food, that he didn't know any entrepeneurs that had failed 10 times, so he didn't know what that looked like. Or if success was possible after such a run.

The word that came to my mind was bulletproof. And I conjectured that the longer the latency, the more rapid and wonderful the manifestation. For an example I gave was the corpse flower. There are very few in captivity and they don't bloom for years and years. 5 years? 10 years? So they just sit around looking like the stump of a palm tree for ten years. No big deal in a jungle. Then they produce a 7 or 8 foot flower. For a week. That smells like rotting flesh. (To attract whatever polinates them--in your case it'd probably be Chanel No. 5 or something similar.)

The other great thing I saw yesterday was a bus advertisement telling me to challenge fate. I like that. Mess it up a bit. They said when one of the greatest Roman writers of all time died that the people feared him and the gods envied him. I'm 100% for the will of god, and I don't believe, as many do, that it runs contrary to the will of us mortals once it's properly understood, but I do like the notion of playing fast and loose with our notions of the will of the gods. To make sure we don't have any improperly sacred cows. Or idols. (Not that all cows aren't sacred).

The point being that what we think of as the will of god often just being what our folks wanted, or our party affiliation strongly suggests, etc.

Love being everything else.

The Revolution of Everyday Life

The worst book I ever read (or didn't read) was called The Revolution of Everyday Life. I picked it up, of course, because I wanted to know how to. But it was boring (can you imagine?), real boring. Kind of a post-modery marxisty pastiche of wanting something anarchy-y.

Lord help us.

Never before had I read something where the how was so diametrically opposed to the what. Like a scholarly tome, or a memo, about fun.

I don't know what made me think about that. Maybe it was the guy at the L stop downtown acting wacky and waving at people--trying o engage or just get a rise out of people.

I used to think that life needed to be changed as well. My life especially. Immediately.

But I'm not so sure anymore. I think it's more about appreciating what we have, getting into it. Feeling the bounty all around us. Everything already exists--so what? So what are we going to do with it?

Maybe this comes from a thought I had this morning--of love being not something to get excited about, or even be a "thing" (said the self-proclaimed love artist), but just the medium in which everything else floats. Exists. And is even boring to talk about. If you're feeling it, if you've got it, just have it. If not, well...

Thank you god!