100 Words

47. Ballooning
I changed into my flying suit and stepped into the gondola. I’d never done anything like this before, but the Professor said there was nothing to it. “There’s nothing to it,” he said. “I believe you,” I answered, mindful of the wind out of the east. We cut loose the ballast and drifted slowly into the morning. The professor pointed out salient features in the landscape as it passed beneath us. “How do we know when we get there,” I asked him. “Ah,” he answered mysteriously, stroking his goateed chin, gazing into the rising sun, “that’s the crux, isn’t it?”

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One blog to rule them

At the risk of alienating what few patient followers I may still have, I am once again consolidating my vast and scattered blogging empire into one location, reclaiming an old forgotten about domain. Two Buddhas in Conversation is the name of an ancient bronze sculpture that I came across in some history book (wish I knew more about it), and thought it a fitting description of the two sides of the creative process – activity/inactivity, writing/not writing, reading/not reading, noise/silence, yes/no, emptiness/fullness, inhale/exhale, etc. You get it.

So anyway, for what it’s worth Two Buddhas will now become the consolidation of Captured Light (my photography blog), The Littles (a chronicle of an on-going photographic project), and any other places I’ve stashed various writings and creative endeavors in the far reaches of the interwebs and forgotten about. Further, I’m going to challenge myself to post at least one thing here every day – a random thought, a photograph, a link to something desperately important, a deep probing essay, a joke, a fortune cookie, whatever comes to mind, whatever I find on my desk or in front of my face – just something every day. I am eminently distractible so I don’t know how well this will go. Call it a fools errand destined to fail, call it what most blogs really are, a selfish indulgence, call it the inception of a brilliant contribution the the culture of our times – call it whatever you like. Check in every now and then, subscribe (!), leave comments (please), tell your friends.

As a side note, and this is fodder for a post in its own right, I’m taking a break from Facebook, where my eminently distractible self spends far too much time to no discernible benefit. I haven’t screwed up the courage to fully disengage yet, but I’m suspending my account and taking a break to see what happens, what it feels like. Energy that’s been going into scrolling that feed, feeding that feed, I’ll aim towards Two Buddhas and maybe even doing real actual things in my real actual meatspace life. Here’s the essay from Medium that brought me to this decision.

As Tom Waits said at the close of his live Nighthawks At The Diner album, “I want to thank you all for coming this evening. It would have been strange if nobody showed up.”

Toward change

I see the image of Jeff Flake being accosted in the elevator and it makes me think of the tsunami that’s coming. A tsunami where the tide goes out so far everybody’s like, “hey, what happened to the water?” And the tide comes rushing back in, sweeping everything away. There is a broad and deep and profound change coming to our orientation in the world. I see and hear all of those angry old white men sitting at the dais in the front of the room, I see them being swept away. Anger comes from a place of fear, and those old men are terrified at the prospect of the clubhouse being torn down. Torn down by the vast disenfranchised who are rising up to reclaim their voice, their power, and their place at the table. I know those disenfranchised – women, people of color, young people, and especially young women of color – don’t need my validation, and likely I’m one of the old white men will be swept away, but I’m very excited at the prospect of the changes that are coming. There is an enormous power shift on the horizon that will completely rearrange the landscape. I see governments and societies being disorganized and falling into at least a modicum of chaos, only to be reorganized and restructured by those very disenfranchised populations who have been shoved aside. It’s messy and it’s going to take a while, but it is in motion and undeniable. And my generation needs to be prepared to step aside to make way for my kid’s generation – who will also need to step aside – and the generations after. I wish I could stay around to see what grows out of the rubble.