I had everything a thirty something American male could wish for: the perfect job in a field I enjoyed; a great boss; a townhouse bachelor pad; girlfriends, a few pals to hang out with; a sports car and club memberships. I had scrupulously followed the prescribed formulas for success. I had cobbled together many of the accoutrements of an ideal life.
Yet I felt restless and unfulfilled.
I don’t know anything anymore I don’t know up from down Or east from west Or happiness from sadness I don’t know anything It’s becoming one big ball One vast, amorphous something In the midst of this single moment I can’t turn away from my insignificance Or ignore my greatness In this single moment Just holdContinue reading “This Single Moment”
I like movies with heart. “Duets” is a movie with a big heart that nobody went to see. Well, almost nobody. Despite an intelligent, one-of-a-kind script and a star-studded cast, “Duets” tallied a mere six million dollars at the box office. In terms of Hollywood studio economics this paltry sum is tantamount to a financial implosion.
Obviously, a great deal of blood sweat and tears, not to mention money, goes into making a “major motion picture.” There is no doubt that a lot of movies fall far short of the artistic vision that breathed life into them. But there are a lot of movies that deserve more credit than critics are willing to give them.
This is a childhood memory that keeps surfacing. I’m writing about it to better understand what’s happening, and because I suspect there is a point to the story worth sharing. My mother took me to the circus every year as a child. One year, I asked for a pet turtle instead of the chameleon IContinue reading “The Parable of the Pet Turtle”
The Starbucks I now regularly inhabit is not your everyday Starbucks. Management recently retrofitted the place with long tables, benches actually, with stools and a strip of electrical outlets underneath to plug in battery cables. Droves of people come here, not just to chat and caffeinate, but to do WORK!
God never says, “I hear ya’ knockin’ but you can’t come in.” Keep knocking.
Why do the cashiers at supermarkets insist on putting your groceries in as many bags as possible? Do I look like I have five hands and three arms? Do they think the load will be lighter if I carry fewer items in more bags? Do they do it out of spite because they have crummy,Continue reading “The Offending Cashier”