Yes, I appreciate a lot of things, near and far. Yes, I support goodness and joy over the entire world. Do I do my part? No, at least not enough. But I know who does. I know the secret. OK, you probably didn’t hear the crescendo of dramatic music in the background. You probably didn’t see the tall goofy man imitating a motivational speaker. You really didn’t miss anything … unless you already missed the following things, the best of my week:
Why are baby animals so cute? In order to make us forgive their random excretions, biting, scratching, and general mess-making. That’s my theory and, since I’m good at science-talking, it must be true. Whatever the reason, this particular giraffe caught my eye while watching one of the morning news programs (isn’t ‘programme’ a prettier spelling?). This giraffe got me thinking about volunteering at a local animal shelter. I’m no animal expert, but I do have a way with animals, so naturally it makes sense to offer to clean the poop and pee of unknown animals, particularly when I wasn’t so good at doing that when I had my own (they still lived to happy old ages). Add in some moments of mushiness remembering lost animals and I’d changed my mind. Maybe another time, when my vision is obscured by localized moistness (I’m sure it was the ambient humidity). In that respect, I’m not as good as I’d like to be.
For those of you in the US who spent more than 5 seconds on the news, you’d know that this past week included arguments before the Supreme Court about two cases regarding the (il)legality of same sex marriage. I have a real opinion on that. I’m not undecided. But, did I have the courage to post on it or to host my own discussion? No. I did not. Why? Maybe cowardice. Really, it’s because I want to behave moderately even though I’m not politically moderate. I want to befriend radicals and moderates of all stripes (No plaids, please. Tartans are fine). So I choose a form of silence. Other’s didn’t and I want to point out two of the many who did well. On one side was a post on Once Written that argued against my preferred position in a way that allowed for discussion without obvious hurt feelings. Impressive. On the other side, was a post on Broken, Not Shattered that, to over-simplify, said a version of, “Here’s what I think. What about you?” It was just conversation. Pretty cool. Some day, maybe, I’ll find a way to be an out-of-the-closet moderate-behaving non-moderate-believing blogular person. For now, I’ll be grateful for those who are.
Finally, there’s a blog, swimming in the shucking tub, I’ve certainly mentioned, but never in the glowing burst of sincerity that it deserves. Why? I’m still wrestling with the right amount of privacy and that mysterious blogger is, in fact, my awesome partner Dana. That’s her to the left … well an electronic version of her. Dana is an immensely talented creative person who, more and more, has been converting her creative skill into actual creative production. First it was jewelry making. Then, diverse other things like painting or sculptural things including the glitter vomit (a little like Santogold’s first album cover) that hangs from my rear view mirror. Lately, she’s started writing. Is she good? Yes, and she’s getting better. Sure, she could always tell stories. Now, she’s turned that skill into her very own blog. I’ve never seen anyone get better as quickly as she has. Never. I am really proud of Dana. She’s the best part of my world, this week and any week.
Was it a good week? Yes it was. Thank you for asking.