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The social contract

We all have a drive behind us. Something that pushes us to produce, to create, to work, and to, hopefully, thrive. It’s different for each of us. The little voice that tells us what our best life is, and how to live it.

Often times, we ignore that voice.

You see, it’s difficult for the world as it is to remain as it is if everyone strives to live their best life. The system doesn’t work if everyone pursues their own goals.

To keep the system afloat, we must compromise. A bit of our best possible life to promote overall happiness, health, and well-being. To what extent, though? That’s the question.

Time Flies

Apple’s event today promises to usher in new Apple watches, and perhaps a new iPad. We’ll have to wait for the phone.

I’ve been thinking about watches lately. From this story of a collector who sells vintage watch ads, to this retired Air Force veteran auctioning off his Rolex he purchased in the service, to this quirky piece about how watch-wearing people are superior.

I was a bit of an amateur horologist prior to receiving my Apple Watch. I’ve gotten a few wristwatches since then, mostly as gifts. The thing about the Apple Watch is, you don’t really wear a traditional watch. I imagine it’s true for any smart watch on the market.

You condition yourself to looking at the watch for notifications. Even the phantom vibration syndrome, usually associated with the cell phone, now is applicable to watches. I can be using my digital watch, think I’m recieving a notification, and look down to find it’s not the smart watch. Just my Casio.

Yes, Apple Watches and other brands give more people reason to wear watches than before. And yes, younger people are now predominantly decorated upon on their wrists.

But there’s a kind of cool satisfaction with wearing a watch that will only tell you the time, and that will never go out of style.

Politics can be boring

I’ve started this one and stopped many times since 2018. Now, I guess, seems like a good time to say it.

I want politics to be boring again. Yes, they can be important and still be boring. No one tunes in to C-SPAN for riveting drama. At least, we shouldn’t. Occasional comedy, yeah. Moments that move you from time to time, absolutely. But what I want are serious people giving the serious problems in our country serious consideration.

It’s not reality tv. It’s not a game show. It’s not war. It’s our body of government deliberating and forming laws for the betterment of our country and our society.

When it starts to break down, we notice. It may not be somethign that we think about front and center, but the problem that arise surely give us pause.

I have opinions as to what an improvement would look like, as does every American old enough to witness the state of America today.

For me, it’s civil and boring. Which, to a doe-eyed Mr. Smith, portrayed by Jimmy Stewart, was all about “plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and … a little looking out for the other fella too.”

Catching up on the reading

Okay. Well, since the last time I wrote about the books I read was for April, I guess you could say a lot has happened. Or, also, not much, depending on how you’re looking at the state of the world.

I’m not working much, though I did do a commercial shoot and am preparing to work on a History Channel show. Still waiting out the health crisis. Only, maybe I’m not reading as much as I was, at least not during March and April. Seems like I’m busier, even if I don’t have much going on. Weird phenomenon.

Anyway, a lot to catch up on – at least as it relates to books. So, let me get started.

May – August Reading Lists

Books Read:

Books purchased:

To say that the month of May got away from me would be an understatement. I left Alaska, made it back to Florida several weeks later, then left again to visit some creative friends in Atlanta, all the while avoiding people as best we could. And in all that time, I didn’t read as much as I should have. I listened to only two audio books in my travel time, instead opting to listen to music. I also didn’t stop to take many photographs as, with the country still in lockdown, I thought it more prudent to keep to myself. Which means missing out on landmarks and assorted travel attractions.

One such casualty of the pandemic is that bookstores and libraries were closed for a while. I had purchased books at Parnassus, in Ketchikan, in early March – just before the closures started. The next time I was able to step foot into a bookstore was May. I’ve lost the card, but it was a nice used bookstore along with a collection of specialty books. There, I purchased three used books, and one new.

On missing bookstores, there’s a certain smell to them. Something that I would say is lacking in any other establishment, save, perhaps, the library. It’s a smell I’ve enjoyed for many years. Probably one of the reasons I’ve accumulated as many books as I have. Book lovers always bring up the smell. But smells cause us to recollect memories, and if our first experience with that smell is positive, it makes sense to keep coming back to it.

I digress. The new book I purchased was a UK import for The Gates. It’s a story of a how a boy and his dog stops his neighbors from opening the gates of hell in the neighborhood. At least, I hope the duo wins. I haven’t read it yet. But the name John Connolly was familiar to me, and I couldn’t figure out why. It’s only recently when I was clearing out my Amazon Wishlist that I realized I had several books by him saved there for me to track down later. It’s hard to say what about those books caught my eye in the first place, but I’ll have a better idea once I dive into Gates as whether I want to track down his other works, like Nocturnes or the Charlie Parker series. 

Poland was a recommendation from long ago – a Q&A session with Neil Gaiman via Twitter. It’s the second Michener novel I’ve acquired, the first being Alaska. The latter was an Audible book, and at early sixty hours of listening time, I haven’t delved into it yet. Honestly, it’s a lot of unread books I have. But, as John Waters has said, “Collect books, even if you don’t plan on reading them right away. Nothing is more important than an unread library.”

Let me take this segue to mention the audio book for Ready Player One. For starters, the performance by Will Wheaton was an excellent portrayal. This was my first time with the book, though I had read Cline’s second novel, Armada, maybe five or six years ago. I had seen the movie, though, and the biggest surprise to me was how much the film adaption deviated from the source material.

The characters were the same, and the protagonist, Parzival, aka Wade Watts, was a youth who enjoyed spending time in the Oasis (the virtual reality immersive community) more so than he liked the real world. The alliterative name was homage to superhero creations such as Bruce Banner (Hulk), Peter Parker (Spiderman), etc. (Fun side note: Stan Lee said that he chose alliterative names for his characters so that it would be easier for him to remember who’s who while working on various storylines.)

It spanned more time than the film seemed to take, which made the romance between Parzival and Art3mis more believable. Also, there were some raised stakes which the film adaptation simply didn’t delve into, such as the murder of one of the main characters. And while it’s now been a couple of months since I listened to it, I do recall thinking that this was one I would listen to again. On top of that, the sequel, Ready Player Two, is scheduled to be released on November 24th. Wil Wheaton is recording the audio adaptation.

Did some bouncing around through some books, including short stories by Kiernan, Gaiman, and Yolen; read a few essays and pieces from Didion’s collection, Slouching Towards Bethlehem, and got into some Japanese fiction – including the first four volumes of Vampire Hunter D, written by Hideyuki Kikuchi, with illustrations by Yoshitaka Amano. 

A few things about me. First, I’ve liked works of fantasy since I was a boy. Maybe it was stories of biblical characters performing incredible feats read to me before bed. Or the Lord of the Rings series I was given by my dad. Or maybe, I’ve just always hoped that there was a little bit of magic in the world. Regardless, it’s been a consistent theme in my reading throughout. 

Second, I also like scary stories. Some of the earliest books I can remember reading were Goosebumps by R.L. Stine. And I read a lot of them. I got turned by a vampire novel once, which did curb my horror reading for a bit. I don’t recall the book, and I’m not even sure I was a teenager yet when I read it. But there was some sort virus that this vampire was spreading, and it ate the flesh off a dog. It may not have even been that graphic, but my predilection towards animals is such that, in that moment, I was turned off of the genre for a while. Even in fiction, I don’t like bad things to happen to animals.

Third, the language I studied in high school was Japanese. While I’ve not kept up with it over the years, I can still understand a little. And while I read the Japanese fiction in English, the culture and their style of storytelling has always interested me. 

Speaking of fantasy, Butcher’s urban fantasy series The Dresden Files had another release, which I read once I could get a digital copy of it. Peace Talks is an imperfect story. It’s an arc that’s been cut in half, presumably to allow for the release of Battle Ground later this year. Perhaps the next release will be a longer novel, which would make sense to split the story into two. However, as Butcher’s novels have generally followed a clearly delineated story to its resolution, this one stops shortly before (what I would assume to be) the final confrontation. Even with novels that have ended in cliffhangers, like 2010’s Changes, the story arc concluded before ending the novel. 

Still, I like what the writer does, and I’m not going to criticize him for leaving the reader to want more. I’ll just be sad if, like the publisher has announced, he’s planning to end the series after the 25th book. But, since Battle Ground is number 17, it seems like we have some time before we burn that bridge.

The Martian was fantastic. A friend had told me to read it back in 2012. I wish I would have taken the suggestion then. Unlike Ready Player One, the film adaptation for Martian stuck pretty close to the story line. The novel seemed to have more science in it, so if you like that kind of thing, it’s definitely worth it. Additionally, following along with a protagonist’s thought process is much easier to do on paper, where thoughts can be written out, as opposed to film, where it almost always has to be spoken. Experiencing the thoughts of a man attempting survival on the Red Planet, alone, can be much more gripping than watching Matt Damon do the same, no matter how good his portrayal was. (And I really enjoyed the film. Actually, I think I saw it for the first time on a cross-Atlantic flight in 2017.)

Just a few other things of note. When I was young, don’t ask me when, my father gave me a copy of a book about a boy who was taken from his home by pirates. At least, I think that was the story. I don’t remember the name of the book, author, or the protagonist. As I was leaving the aforementioned book store, I saw Stevenson’s Kidnapped, which may have been the book. 

Carnival Row was the second audio book I listened to, and it was okay. Didn’t quite enthrall me, but was a decent enough listen. And the two weightier nonfiction titles, Deep Work and Tao of Physics. I’ve barely scratched the surface of Tao, but I’ve become more interested in the Universe and its interconnected as of late. I need to sit down with that one, but there never seems to be a shortage of good books to take up my attention. 

Deep Work was something I learned about from a podcast, maybe even the Tim Ferris Show. By the by, it could have been Marketplace, Hidden Brain, or something else altogether. Newport writes a good imperative – do the work that matters. Set aside time to do that work, try and prevent distractions from creeping up. and produce. That’s the best way to make something. 

What’s going on?

Humanity sure has been a mixed bag over the centuries, haven’t we? Holy wars, dark ages, reality tv. It seems that there’s always some strife on the horizon – a terrible event that will send us over the edge plunging into the abyss.

I wish I could say that the path forward was an easy one. But no meaningful path ever is. It’s walking through the wilderness, machete in hand, blazing a trail. It’s taking a vessel into unknown waters, the stars and a compass your only guide as you attempt to chart the uncharted.

I’d heard it growing up – “America is a melting pot.” But while materials melt together at one temperature, a degree or two hotter will cause them to boil over.

If we’re being honest, it’s never been a completely fair system. We come mostly from aristocratic societies, and we’ve structured our nation in much the same way. We aspire to wealth, perpetuating the illusion that upward mobility is the norm, rather than the exception.

We believe in it so much that we struggle and work and give more hours than previous generations to the pursuit of commercialism. There’s always something else to buy; always a little more work to be done.

We have a wealth gap. We have a race gap. We have a gender gap. The three are not mutually exclusive.

I disbelieve anyone who says their way is the only way. You should too. Because no one has ever gotten out of this mess before in the history of the world, there isn’t a trail. There is no map. That’s up to us.

The thing is, with trailblazing, you have to set aside your fear of the unknown and be prepared to step into unfamiliar terrain. That’s the hardest part. Overcoming the fear of taking steps into the wild. But that’s how we move forward.

Me write pretty

I haven’t submitted very much of my writing, and most of the long form I’ve done either hasn’t been seen, or it’s not yet completed. To wit, I’ve pieces from at least as far back as 2012 that haven’t been fully realized.

Authors of all shades tend to have pieces in drawers and on their computers, all in varying states of completion.

It’s part of the reason I started posting here – to get me more apt to share the work I have finished, or at least maintain a writing practice beyond the morning pages.

About six years ago I shared some writing with someone, and she said I wrote in a flowery way. Conversely, I’d read her essays she was submitting and they were very forward and straight to the point.

There’s value in both methods of writing, and neither one of us (I believe) was issuing a criticism. But it’s something that I’ve remembered, and perhaps it does actually color my writing.

Now, when I’m not writing for the blog, it generally is longer. With fiction I include a lot of descriptive words. I tend to get mired in the descriptions. Working my way out through the weeds can be tricky.

No matter what you’re writing, though, it’s important to find your voice. Your authentic voice. Whether it be flowery, straight-forward, or somewhere in-between.

Contributions

Fortunes were made in the past with less than you can purchase over at Best Buy for about a thousand dollars. The novelty of new creative devices has leveled out, and the equality is spread far enough now that fortunes are more difficult to make in the traditional ways.

Everyone is looking for something of meaning in their life. Something of value. Everyone wants to contribute.

The mundane life

When my brother pointed out to me the fictitiousness of certain cop procedurals on the television, we started talking about how boring actual police work can be.

The same is true for most onscreen depictions. Life, when exposed in two hour increments, or less, is often quite dull. Yes, there are those moments of excitement, but in general they don’t come all that often.

That said, we should embrace the quirks of our own lives. In Lois Roelofs’s Write Along With Me, she states, “No one wants to read boring stuff, so look for those things that make you unique. None of us is the same, so capitalize on it.”

This advice goes to writing by using yourself as character, but it’s also a reminder that while we entertain ourselves with stories of truly remarkable circumstances, there’s plenty in our own lives to keep us interested and engaged.

Starting anew

Several times this past week I’ve heard the September is a great time for new beginnings. Fall crispness, sometimes start to school year, and clothing restrictions all seem to coincide with the Labor Day holiday.

Never in recent history has a new beginning seemed so welcome. The year has been a rocky one, but many are overcoming challenges that we’ve never even considered.

So, yes, start new today. Branch out and expand your possibilities. But never stop overcoming.