Here’s a page from my diary that I put at the top of today’s newsletter: “Making it easier.”
Kubrick, Peep Show, and internal monologues
Today’s newsletter was an excuse to write about the weird experience of binge-watching Peep Show after watching and reading about 2001: A Space Odyssey: “Do you hear an internal monologue?”
Maycember rage
From a Parents.com article titled “Maycember’ Madness Is Real and Leaving Parents Even More Burned Out”:
Much like the month of December, my packed calendar at the end of the school year has left me feeling like there’s not so much joy, as obligation and overwhelm. Instead of cruising into summer with a sense of relief, I’m sweating my way to the finish line—and possibly crying and stress snacking at certain points, too.
Feeling that in our house. Once I heard the term “Maycember,” I knew I had to use it for Friday’s letter: “Maycember Rage.”
3 thoughts while pushing a wheelbarrow
In Tuesday’s letter, I tried to weave together some ideas about yard work, Larry McMurtry, and giving yourself time to feel things, and I managed to articulate something I hadn’t articulated before:
The computer used to mean the world to me. The computer was a portal to the world I wished to be in. Times change, and I no longer wish to be in contact with much of the world that’s in my computer. Yard work is a wonderful distraction.
I was pleased by how much this letter seemed to connect with folks.
Read the rest of it: “3 thoughts while pushing a wheelbarrow.”
We’ll see
Today’s letter is titled “We’ll see!”
“We’ll see” is the refrain in the Charlie Wilson’s War version of the 2000-year-old Chinese parable about the old man who lost his horse. (Bluey used the same refrain, while Alan Watts used “Maybe.”) It’s a favorite parable of mine and one I think about often.
Here’s how Ursula K. Le Guin’s translation of the Tao Te Ching puts it:
Alas! Misery lies under happiness,
and happiness sits on misery, alas!
Who knows where it will end?
Nothing is certain.The normal changes into the monstrous,
the fortunate into the unfortunate,
and our bewilderment goes on and on.(I am someone who believes in embracing bewilderment.)
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