Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Road Less Plagued By Patronising Platitudes

So far, what I am learning from The Road Less Travelled is that psychiatrists really are quite often pompous and self-absorbed. Also that self-help does not help the TDEC's self. Well, it was worth a try.

Finally, Eclipse would be quite funny if it weren't so annoying.

That's all.

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Lent

Folks, you know. I’m quite silly and discombobulated and ADOBSO (= Attention Deficit Oooh Bright Shiny Object – thank you colleague who shall be nameless for inventing the term). And yet, and yet...give me a specific set of instructions and I will make you origami. For years now I have observed Lent, on and off. Not because I am Catholic, which I most certainly am not, but because I think that making yourself do something for a fixed period of time every year is excellent practice. I learn a lot from it. So one year I gave up coffeecheesechocolateandalcohol and found out that alcohol was a lot more important to my social life than I would have credited. Who knew? Another year I got up early every morning to do yoga. It made me limber and awake, though not especially enlightened. Etc.

This year’s plan, which I have just decided on/stolen, is that from Ash Wednesday until Easter Sunday, I will take a leaf out of Wil Wheaton’s proverbial book and Do Something Creative Every Day. What’s more, I will do something creative every day, and I will tell you about it. You can be my unkind audience. If I am cooking/baking something new, I will share pictures; if I write I will let you know; if I make a diorama, I’ll be sure to post it. And it’ll be practice, it’ll be an exercise in challenging myself every day.

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

A thought

It was something about today, something about the clarity of this day, that made me miss Stone Parliament of Art, so I wandered over there and found it as I left it, beautiful and forever a little melancholy. I hate it when the cliches and the self-help books are right –

“Life is difficult.”

It’s the first sentence of The Road Less Travelled. And it is, and the tool psychiatrist author is right when he says it is the making of us, any of us, that the difficulties and problem solving are what defines our discipline and courage.

I hate it when the self-help books are right. It is odd, I guess, for me to believe that T.S. Eliot’s poetry changed my life, but to find myself unable to credit any of the books intended to change lives with anything but quackery.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

From yesterday

Yesterday evening I was narcoleptic in spite of Cary Elwes. I blame Elvis. Elvis – it’s almost lonely now that I am back home from Graceland. I walked all over it wearing the Stitch hat I got for my birthday, and my only disappointment is that none of the million giftshops had Elvis underwear. I walked until my bootclad feet were tired, while everywhere played appropriate selections of Elvis singing. Upbeat in the morning, love songs in the evening as you walk back to the hotel with the inevitable yet well-chosen framed photos of a mostly young and deliciously glamourous Presley. The only thing I was tempted to steal was the leather wrist strap from the ’68 comeback special: the perfect accessory. But for all you fans, replicas are available at shopelvis.com.

Did I get saved by Elvis? Isn’t that why people go to Graceland? To be redeemed? I sat with him for a while, looking at all the birthday wishes. The house, after all this time, doesn’t feel lived in, but does feel like a real home, not a rich person’s megalomaniac imaginings. It was unexpected. Not redemption; but a break, a blissful interlude in the unseasonably warm weather. Reality is a little sharper afterwards – in focus and likely to give you cuts.

Oh Elvis, oh delectable Ten, love is not about being saved, extracted from the current mess. Love is about living the mess and knowing why, and trying to do it with grace, trying to learn, trying to love what you have here and now. But Ten, can we see the ’68 special close up? Reality is shored up by dreams after all, and the stamina is all in knowing when –and how - to take a break.