Another week that just didn’t seem to make sense. 2020 will be the year of incongruities. Pandemic sweeping the world, forcing the US to shut businesses down. Some scared to leave their homes, others adamantly arguing everything should open.
Race relations once again coming to a head, with the question of fairness, inequality, and ethical behaviors at the forefront. How do we respond to our countrymen?
Derisiveness and partisan-pandering; vehemence and bile; hurt, pain, and agony. And with protests, riots, disease, and race, everyone has an opinion, but there is no consensus.
Holding out hope is the best we can do. Saying what we believe is important, but listening is even more so. If all we do is puff our chests until they collide with someone else’s, then the resolution never comes. Just more suffering.
If you like camping, The Dyrt is trying to provide updated information on open and closed campsites around the nation.
Or maybe looking for a new podcast?
If you like to journal, and you’re female, the National Women’s History Museum is interested in your CORONAVIRUS journals.
Saying “No” more, from a 2014 article in the Huffington Post.
Paris, books, c’est l’amour. Used book shopping along the Seine.
And, to soothe the weary soul, the orchestral stylings of composer John Williams, streaming for free until the end of June.
I’ve spent the past four years seeking a disruptive way of doing things. That includes biohacking, career shifts, travel, focusing on writing, among other things. We live in an age of disruptive technology, and there’s no telling where the next paradigm shift will come from.
Being prepared for it doesn’t mean knowing what it is. Rather, it is expecting it to happen, and merely being prepared.
I think it’s telling that the pandemic sent us into a panic spiral in the way that it did. As a nation, and maybe as a global community, we weren’t prepared for the response required in such a situation.
Anticipation is key for the positive, and negative, adjustments to come.
The internet gives us an unrivaled tool for accessing information. It has no equivalent. It is a library, forum, school, and community. However, its prevalence is also its disadvantage.
How easy is it to become distracted while browsing the internet. To let our minds, inclined to wander through a biological imperative, just flit from item to item. The vastness of what can be found through mere keystrokes is boundless.
We rely on those who cultivate the internet for us. Give our attention to the screen through which we access this information.
But at the end of the day, it’s still a screen. It’s nothing more a windowpane through which we’re choosing to experience the world. Its content is ephemeral, not tangible.
Sure, getting outside is hard right now. We’ve all been cooped up. But it’s important to still try and have meaningful, real-world interactions. Not just the online ones.
One of my first shows out of college, I was backstage on Sundays with a handheld UHF/VHF television, probably a Sony Watchman, watching football games. At the time I followed the Miami Dolphins with a religious fervor.
I was new to the theatre. I worked in a sports venue and I grew up a fan of Miami. So, it was just something I did.
In the theatre, there are a number of types. The sports fan is among the rarities. Admittedly I don’t follow sports all that much now. Still own a good deal of Dolphins swag, but I couldn’t even tell you who they got in the Draft.
But the thing is, sports or no, theatre or no, it doesn’t matter what you’re in to. You just need to be you. No one else. Be weird. Be yourself.
I was twenty-five or twenty-six when I transitioned from hobbyist to amateur professional in the theatre. Otherwise known as the time I first got paid for it. (There’s a book with that title, about the tales of Hollywood writers, which I always think of.)
The overlap from hobbyist to paid was such that it’s really all I was doing. Which is the way it’s supposed to be done I think. I had a part-time job in a gym, with a lot of flexibility, and I was auditioning and acting.
Skip ahead many years, and I don’t have a consistent hobby anymore. Well, I suppose this blog qualifies. I write nearly every day, post, and move on. So, yeah. I guess it is!
All that to say, a hobby is this wonderful expression of what interests us. An activity that we can lose ourselves in, even if only temporarily.
We don’t have to do it unless we make ourselves. But most hobbies are such that we want to do them – we don’t have to force ourselves to get up and go work on whatever it is.
Building that model airplane or adding sensors to your drone kit. Constructing Batman’s Batarang out of legos, laying down your own beats in GarageBand, or playing frisbee golf. Unfortunately, if your hobby is group-related (a sports league, or drinking around the world at Disney’s Epcot, for example) you’re sort of stuck for the time being.
But in a hobby you get to focus on your passion, mostly ignoring the outside world. And, right now, who doesn’t want a little distraction?
A temporary replacement to my weekly rundown. These are things of interest to me which I wanted to share:
- Just about everything on TWiT.tv. I used to watch Leo Laporte and Patrick Norton on Screen Savers, a show on Tech TV back in the early 2000s. (Wow, just saying that…) While talking to a friend of mine a few weeks ago, those names came up. So I did a quick Google search and found out Laporte had this network. I’ve been diving into a few episodes, both video, and audio.
- Trey Ratcliff’s photoblog. Not only photography but helpful instructional videos on how to replicate some of his techniques.
- From Fast Company, is it time to rethink the 5-day workweek? (Yes.)
- Great advice from former commencement speakers.
- A multi-narrator reading of Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Even if you don’t think it’s your thing, I highly recommend giving it a listen.
- And over in France, Le Joli Mai 2020. Just over two weeks ago Paris lifted the lockdown, and filmmakers wanted to try something a little unique – but completely French.