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Mechanical failures

2/21/2019

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695.

Principles

Life

Mechanical failures

Suddenly a bunch of mechanical things need to get fixed.  I suppose it helps get my mind off of loftier issues.  The water heater is showing moisture around its base.  Checked with a plumber neighbor and sounds like a new one has to be gotten.  Irving, my ancient car given for dead, might have his exhaust pipe cleaned after another neighbor said doing this revived his own car.  This comes after an antique car person visiting a neighbor showed interest in the not quite antique vehicle.  Probably worth a shot. Then an old root canal with an apico done some years ago should be extracted, I think. Even my electric waterpic is acting up  Mercury is going retro on the 5th of March for a long time and is supposed to be badass so trying to get stuff done before.  Yes, I pay attention to this.  With a grain, but give it respect.

Then I read recently in a writing by a rabbi about a Jew who was being extricated from Spain in the 15th century with his wife and two kids and there was a plague on the boat.  The captain dropped this man and his family off on an island, his wife died, he passed out and when he woke up his kids had passed, and he said basically to God 'although your trying to turn me away, I still believe in you and am still a Jew.' 

Are we really supposed to be that tough?  After everything is that what it comes too?  I thought I could let in softness, wisdom, some ease and grace and flow. Well, the above story caught my ear so apparently we're supposed to be everything.  Day to day we don't know what is called for.  Nothing is off limits.  No expectations, day by day.   Each day stands on its own.

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Green light, red light: when art betrays

2/19/2019

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694.

Principles

Art

Green light, red light: when art betrays

For five to six weeks it was a green light.....the burnt umber sketch on the tiny canvas had an old master look.  Instead of isolating a figure in a monumental way I placed my dying dad and myself in a hospice room fool of books and cups and details, a leap of faith.  Now it was time to apply color.  Previously I was laying somewhat monotone layers on top of one another.  I did so with the figures but began to have  trouble with the tones, that is controlling their values, which all were too similar.  To do so the particulars of the drawing would have to be more precise and defined, a task I resisted.  Then I started to apply opaque colors and to lighten them used white.  As with a couple of previous small paintings the colors became milky and dulled.  I played with this a few days but was stuck.  It was hard to move forward.  The light had gone red.  I stopped the painting.

Hoping for clarity or a revelation I appealed on all levels.  I had two new ideas for another painting, did sketches for them, but my resolve was not there.  Was it the subject matter?  I was not excited about what I was doing.  Do I just plow through regardless?  Or do I give it a break?  Now was a good time to work, because the rest of life was fairly stable at the moment.  Shame. Maybe I wasn't putting it all into the art.  Art was an empty pit, wanting it all.  I couldn't do that, it would be too much.  Art had its place in my mind, to help complement my ideas.  I thought we agreed to that.  That's why it reemerged.  That was my agreement with art.  Couldn't art behave?  Do I have to examine everything just to be able to draw a line?  It's as if once again art betrayed me.

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Tons of money

2/18/2019

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693.

Vignette

Tons of money

Recently attended a birthday party for a longtime friend who was entering her senior years in Egyptian style.  That is the party was a costume party with this theme due to her recent trip to that country.  Unfortunately like the plagues the rains came down and I wondered if it was canceled or not.  Communication was not clear but with neighbors we took a chance and the party was on.

About 50 people braved it and it was fun and costumed and musical and festive and fed.  I missed the latter because I was talking too much with people I haven't seen in awhile.  It was a good time out if one could manage the cold drips finding their way to your skin.  My Pharaoh's outfit might put me in charge but did not protect from the rain.  Some umbrellas did and we all skipped from one big umbrella to the next.  Oh yes, this was an outdoor event.  

Anyhow, a lot could be written but I'll I'll harp on one microscopic occurrence.  After many conversations, serious and silly, I decided to run to the coat room to get my glasses before someone sat on them.  I ran into a lady in her 40's whom I met a while ago at the hostess's house along with her 16 year old son.  The lady, divorced, was raising him alone and was proud of the fact that he had saved someone with his knowledge of CPR which he was trained in.  I roughly recall the boy was interested in paramedic work and was taking classes along those lines.

When speaking to the woman I asked  her why her son hadn't come.  She said he's in college now, having a good time, in a fraternity, and getting la..d a lot.  Around her he couldn't get away with all he's doing, so he stays up there.  I asked if he's still pursuing the paramedical field.  She answered 'they' originally were planning a medical career but now he's into finance.  At this point another man was listening.

I asked why the switch.

She answered that doctors don't make much money now, it's too managed so 'they' are going towards the money now.  He wants to make tons of money.  That was the plan. She than repeated 'money, money.'

I agreed doctors have expenses and its not what it was, but it's still pretty decent.  She answered it would be better for him just to make tons of money.

The gentleman and I glanced at one another, somewhat knowingly but we said nothing after that.  It was a semi arty crowd there that night and all the people had stories and paths and creative projects they pursued.   And yes, at one point creativity collided with money, and the latter had to be dealt with.  People also had to wrestle with health issues, and last but not least, spiritual issues and meaning.
And we all knew money wasn't everything and did not guarantee happiness.

However,  the man and I said nothing because the way the lady blurted out 'tons of money' was from her gut, reached by process of elimination, honed down through time and wear and tare,  and seemed almost a force of nature one could not oppose.  It was a chord  struck that one did not mess with.  It was a meeting place between observation and truth, albeit an unpleasant truth.

So we remained quiet.  We had to give that chord, her gut, its due.  We knew from within where it was coming from.  Our own experience in these times saw the accuracy of her take on life today.  However, I know this is just one point in the universe, one stopping point on the train, one piece of furniture in the room.  It could not define the all.  It was too narrow, too limited, too disappointing.  I think the man knew this.  What about craft, careers, interests, passions, pursuits and service?  Were all to be thrown under the bus for 'tons of money.' As for the lady, I feel she has pushed all other truths somewhere in the back of her mind and I  hope someday is able to dust them off, clean them up and give them their freedom again for all our sake.  Otherwise life continues to get a little scarier. 



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No worry

2/18/2019

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692. 

Vignettes

No worry 

A couple of lady neighbors invited me over for a birthday cake a couple of days after my birthday.  Hellen, from a substantial New York background that somewhat lost some of its material wealth, commented that she just didn't worry.  It doesn't help was her reason.  She said her kids called her Pollyanna. 

I responded I do worry about some things such as health, money, cars and on and on.  I said pain is part of the whole thing too.  Plus asking questions about life.  Plus finding out what you believe in.  I said Buddha had said life consists of pain and suffering.

She said she always tried to make the best of things and tried to have a good time. She worked hard when she had to and found most situations resolve themselves.  She spoke highly of her exhusband and father and kids.

I answered this can be a luxury. It is not always so.

But then I saw the value in what she said. I added if you have a good comfort level, have what you need and see things soberly and become capable and confident, yes, why worry.

Somehow my arguments seemed like excuses, rationals for falling short or missing the boat.   Everything thing I could say seemed like rationalizations, justifications for worrying and suffering.

When you recognize what is good in another person, there  is not much to say.  We want to justify our suffering by giving it universal meaning.  This is not always so.

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It's best....

2/18/2019

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691.  Past

Appeals and Lamentations

It's best

God, it's great to be with you.
I have to go through
all these things down here.
But it's best to be with you.

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    Steven B. Nussdorf records his lifelong search to find meaning outside of the normal channels.  He  uses writing, poetry, and drawing to document this effort.

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