Greatness (Here): An Open Letter to the Church from My Generation

Amazing post that deserves a re-post (or is that riposte?), that deserves thought (and consideration).
And most of all compassion.
And most of all love.
And most of all with a smile, with a clap of the hands, and a shout.
(You can shout hallelujah if you want.)

An Open Letter to the Church from My Generation.

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Cup holders, Y’all. CUP HOLDERS.

I just met THE ONE at Pier 1.

I was wandering the aisles, looking for nothing in specific just wanting to get out of the drizzle. I walked around a gathering of shelves and nested tables and BAM! Love.

Go ahead; have a seat, he said. I knew it was a mistake. I told him: Oh, you are evil. But just like Eve couldn’t help taking the last Lunchable apple slice snack pack, I had to try it. I sat in the hanging chair, and fell right down in love.

Hanging Chair

The One True Comfort

This isn’t my first time, you know. I’ve been in love before and gone broke for love before. But this one is 10% off, y’all. And it has CUP HOLDERS. And it comes in peacock blue.

Think of all the books I could read, the margaritas I could drink, the lazy days just rocking back and forth, just being awesome. Awesome, broke, but happy.

When does Pier 1 close?

I Will Never Be David Sedaris (Or Amy Either)

I woke up this morning and realized: I will never be David Sedaris. I was heartbroken. It was like that time in the 80s when I realized I would never be Mary Lou Retton. (I had the height, but I lacked the springiness despite the scores of Wheaties.)

I think I like springyness better than springiness. Doesn’t the ‘y’ make it seem more… jumpy?

I know. I shouldn’t want to be David Sedaris. The world already has two famous Sedarii.

Sedaris. Sedarii. Of the 3rd i-declension.

But who wouldn’t want that voice? That voice that is New York (even though he didn’t grow up there), or what I think of when I think of the kind of New York I could afford. It wanders around you, a guy asking for your number, which you never give out. And then somehow he gets it. And you don’t want to get excited about it (numbers are easy to lose, especially by guys like him), but you do it anyway because down deep you really do want to keep hearing him go on and on like that. That kind of voice — one that knows cold and dark and what to do there.

My voice knows the soft and the quiet, the warm (sometimes too warm), the particular engine of a fly (house flies sound like Kawasaki Ninjas), the start and stop (because it’s just too damn hot) of a place that is bright and hot (too damn hot).

No, I will never be David Sedaris.

Ding Dong (Bell)

“Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality…”  Freddie Mercury

It’s pretty stunning, the difference: of geography, of circumstance. Half of my Twitter feed is a running tally of Gaza rockets and explosions, and half of it is mourning the loss of the Hostess Ding Dong.

“Wasted days and wasted nights,
I have left for you behind,
For you don’t belong to me…”  Freddy Fender

It’s a collision of realities. Mine is so, so different. I am so, so lucky to have grown up when and where I did, to live where and when I do. That’s just sheer accident of a good landing. That I have the grace and good fortune to even spare a moment of thought for the loss of a snack food I can’t even eat anymore pretty much makes me Marie Antoinette in comparison.

“They don’t have Ding Dongs?
Just let them eat Twinkies.”  Marie Antoinette*
(* Not a direct quote)

A Few of My Favorite Things by The Intentions

Sky

Sky’s The Limit

I’ve always wanted to be a photo-journalist, so I am going to take a photography class. Right after I buy a digital camera. The camera will do double-duty for shooting comedy short films.

I always wanted to be an astrophysicist. I’m going to start small, by trying to remember algebra. And maybe I’ll lose my fear of math. I used to love math.

I’m going to look into some freelance editing on the side and maybe even volunteer grant writing for local non-profits. Turning what I love into things I can do. And maybe those things that I can do will turn into new things that I can do for a living. At least I love to do them and that’s a start. I probably won’t go to the moon, but there are plenty of other places to go.

Like Vegas.